tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90512670780970329292024-03-13T10:01:33.784-07:00The Clark-Walker Family AdventuresKerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03461894752631194289noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051267078097032929.post-30758436661237383972012-05-01T23:51:00.000-07:002012-05-01T23:51:44.016-07:00Hey Batter, Batter...For the past few months, D has shown... an off and on desire to play baseball. For the most part we stay in our backyard, with Kel tossing the ball for D to hit since we don't own a tee. And D is actually really good.<br />
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Last Friday, Kel took the boys and me to our local batting cages with one of his friends. Now I thought that the boys and I would just be bystanders, but Kel had other ideas. D was up first (with the help of Kel's friend B) in the softball slow pitch. Which still sent the balls flying towards him at 40 miles per hour. But he held his own, and even though he wasn't always watching the ball, he still managed to hit one on his own.<br />
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Kel took C into the same cage that D went to. Thankfully (for my heart), Kel didn't leave C alone too often. It was cute to watch, and C looked so small in the big cage. But he had a blast and enjoyed spending the time with his dad.<br />
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We didn't stay very long, and the boys were a little disappointed that they didn't have more chances to bat, but we'll be back again soon. <br />
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<br />Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03461894752631194289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051267078097032929.post-31337530232369070842012-04-25T15:57:00.001-07:002012-04-25T15:57:21.143-07:00A Month of FirstsThe end of March and early April brought a few new "firsts" for D.<br />
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It started with his first "real" eye appointment. D had been complaining that he felt something was in his left eye. C had hit him in the face with Ducky after he had tossed him into the fireplace so needless to say there was a strong possibility that there was something in there that I just couldn't flush out. So we scheduled an appointment and I tried to play it up so that D wouldn't be scared. D gets really nervous when put into new situations, especially ones where people were going to have to touch him. He thinks every one is out to give him shots. Poor guy,<br />
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We actually had to go twice. The first time D did well up until we had to put some orange dye in his eyes to see if there were any particles in there that could be causing the irritation. However, the minute the doctor came near him with the "special medicine" D flipped. It took all I had to keep him still so that she could put the dye in. Then he wouldn't open his eye long enough for her to look because the light was too bright. The doctor said that as far as she could tell there was nothing in his eye but that she would need to dilate his eyes to make sure that his prescription was normal and he wouldn't need glasses.<br />
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The second time was a huge ordeal. We were called back and it took the doctor a half hour to get the drops in to dilate his eyes because a certain little boy was having an anxiety attack. At this point I'd never felt so horrible in my life for having to hold him down. I new that the drops wouldn't hurt him but he was so freaked out by them that he was sobbing by the time we were done. We tried talking, we tried bribing, we tried the no-nonsense approach and basically told him to suck it up for two minutes so that we could get the drops in, all to no avail. So I finally told the doctor to just put them in while I held his arms down, because there was no way that D would let us do it again if we rescheduled. Besides at this point we'd already got two of the six drops in so it didn't make sense to come back on a different day. So after much screaming and a lot of kicking, we finally got all of the drops in. Forty five minutes later and we had another battle on our hands. This time with the light that the doctor had to use to see the back of his eye. It was too bright and he didn't want to open his eye or let the doctor open them for him. So we did the best we could and as far as she could tell, D does not need glasses at this time. Thank goodness he hasn't inherited my horrible eyesight! <br />
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April brought D's first dentist appointment. Yes, I know he'll be five in June and therefore a little old for his "first" appointment, but it is what it is. As part of the new school requirements, D had to have an exam to make sure there were no cavities. Since we were there anyway, we decided to make it an even and took C with in as well. This was a job for both me and Kel, and I'm so glad that he was able to go with us. C did as well as could be expected for a two and a half year old. Kel took him for his x-rays, and I didn't hear a lot of crying. He wanted me for his cleaning so I held his body while the dentist held his head in her lap and cleaned his teeth. He still has two molars that need to come in and had tartar build up, a lot from all the antibiotics he was taking, but no cavities so it was a relatively quick check up. I didn't get any pictures of him but he was a cutie and thanked everyone once he was done.<br />
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D, on the other hand, had trouble from the beginning. He'd gag whenever they'd try to take an x-ray of the back of his teeth so they finally had to give up. However, he had a cavity in his top two front teeth so they decided that they'd sedate him to get all of his x-rays as well as give him his filling. My poor dude. The only good thing that came out of this whole ordeal (aside from clean teeth) is that D got to drink his sedative rather than having to get a shot. So they gave him the drink and told me to take him to the bathroom. On our way back up the sedative started kicking in and needless to say, I got a glimpse of what a drunk D will be like when he's older. Hiccups, slurring words, lose muscles which resulted in lots of head holding on my part. And the words that came out of his mouth... the lady at the front desk and I couldn't stop laughing. Kel looked at me at one point like I was crazy. But like I told him, I had to laugh if I didn't want to end up crying my eyes out. 2012 had brought procedures that caused both my boys to be sedated and it's not something that I'm happy about.<br />
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After another round of x-rays (no other cavities!) and restraining D from busting out his Power Ranger Samurai moves on the poor X-ray technician, we finally moved onto the cleaning and filling. I've never seen a young, sedated kid get their teeth clean and was unprepared for the gurney restraining system that they had set up. But I understood as soon as she started the cleaning and the sedation started wearing off. Kel said he could hear D's screams from the waiting room. Not something I wanted to hear. It's one of those "damned if you do, damned if you don't" type scenarios that I'm happy will only occur once every six months. Hopefully next time it's a much easier experience. Two appointments down, only one more to go and then D is all set for kindergarten in August!<br />
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<br />Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03461894752631194289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051267078097032929.post-60794897808538255922012-04-03T00:26:00.002-07:002012-04-03T00:26:54.388-07:00Easter EggstravaganzaNot blogging for over a month leaves me with a lot to catch up on. While I'm sure it made Kel happy, I know of at least one person who could use an update or two on the boys (Sorry Nana!). I had every intention of starting with March, but this past weekend the boys' participated in an egg hunt and those are the pictures that I'm editing right now, so that's where I will start.<br />
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Apparently every year, or at least the last few years, a neighboring town holds an Easter Egg hunt complete with moon bouncers, pony rides, games, and live entertainment. Last Saturday, the boys and I joined my cousins and neices' at the hunt. Although the weather was somewhat gloomy, and rain threatened, it was a lot of fun.<br />
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C, D, and H made a beeline for the jumpy slide. They stayed there for thirty minutes, until I finally convinced them to check out another bouncer.<br />
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We tried the pony ride next. D had been on a pony once, when he was about sixteen months old and cried the entire time, and C had never been near a horse, let alone on one. They seemed excited, and even walked up to a horse. But the minute I tried to put C ON the horse he started screaming. I didn't want to force him, nor traumatize the horse, so I resorted to bribing. I asked him if he wanted to be Woody and ride Bullseye. He said yes and started looking around for a toy horse. When I tried to put him on the horse, he started screaming again and said ,"No Woody!" We quickly moved onto the next activity and the main event.<br />
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C and I waited while D had his fun. I don't think he liked the straw, because he just found a spot that had a lot of eggs and sat there to gather what he could reach. There was a golden egg hidden, but D said that he wasn't interested in finding it. So he gathered as many eggs as he could fit in his bucket and then we went to let C have his hunt.<br />
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C did awesome. He was in the two and under hunt, and when we went there were only two younger kids in the area. So he pretty much had the space to himself. Until the Easter Bunny decided to join him. I don't think I ever saw C move so fast as he did. He even abandoned his Easter pail to hide behind me. I had to tell the poor Easter Bunny to stay away because C was scared and I wanted to let him finish his hunt. I think I pissed off the lady from the newspaper who was trying to take pictures. Oh well.<br />
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After you hunt for eggs, you take your findings to the volunteers to exchange for a prize. D decided that a mini camera would be cool while C went with a blue bouncy ball. Since we were around him, I had D take a picture with the Easter Bunny while C hid behind my legs. I really don't know why he's so scared, and I don't know how to help him get over his fear, but I'm not going to push him. I'm really hoping this is something that he'll grow out of eventually. <br />
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After a quick break of hot dogs and watching a man jump through a lasso, the boy's decided to play games so that they could win some candy and prizes. Golf, bean bag toss, fishing, find the duck with an X, and pick a lollipop were our favorites<br />
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By the time we were done with our games, M was ready to go home. At the same time, K and M joined us with M and M. It was nice to see them for a few minutes, especially since I got to see C interact with the girls again. Previously, whenever C was near M, M, and Z he didn't play nicely. Especially when I was the main caregiver at the time. I know he was jealous, and I tried to give him extra one on one attention, but it didn't help while the girls where around. But Saturday must have been a good day for C, or he's gotten over his jealousy, because he was very loving and very sweet towards the girls. I was sad to have to break it up, but it was time for us to leave. We had an awesome time and I hope I remember to do it again next year!<br />
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Kel found one a few blocks away, and it instantly became our favorite.<br />
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I found one within walking distance of our house. Which is convenient since I don't have a car (yet). The boys seem to enjoy it for about forty minutes and then become bored.<br />
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The third park is really nice, but it scares the crap out of me. Well, the main slide scares me. It's so high, and C is completely fearless. This is a park that I will make sure another adult is with me so that one of us can follow C around to make sure he stays out of trouble.<br />
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For the month of February, so far we have only been to one new park. It has been completely remodeled since I last visited it, and while the new playground is more engaging, I miss the dragon that used to be there. <br />
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So the boys and I have been to 4 out of the 47 parks that are in our city. Although I will need to look into some of the "parks" and see if they have actual playgrounds.<br />
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Today, my blog is a year old.<br />
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My last post was almost a month ago.<br />
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Which really isn't all that long in between posts but it seems like a lot has happened. The first is that I'm extremely surprised that I've been blogging for a whole year. I know a lot of that has to do with the camera I bought last year, because let's face it a post without pictures is sort of boring. And I don't like using pictures taken by my phone because they never turn out right (I finally got a new phone so maybe that'll change). So if I don't have pictures to break up my ramblings then I usually don't blog.<br />
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Kel and I have come to the conclusion that January sucks. Sure our birthdays are a week apart, and there are a few family members who also have birthdays. But overall, January sucks. Twenty years ago my mom passed away from Breast Cancer. Eighteen years ago was the Northridge Earthquake. Six years ago Kel lost his Grandfather.<br />
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Kel's dad passed away this year on January 19 after a short battle with Colon Cancer.<br />
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February 4 was his celebration of life and it was... grand. Amazing. Huge. And yet, incredibly heartbreaking at the same time. The amount of lives that he has touched was evident in the standing room only service that was held. It was beautiful and very fitting for the man that he was. This was one thing that I did not want to have in common with Kel for a long, long time. <br />
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Hmm... let's see what else....<br />
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C has been giving me a run for my money.<br />
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He had tubes placed in his ears last Friday. Nervous was an understatement on what I was feeling when I woke up that morning. When I handed him over to the nurse, screaming because I couldn't go with him, so that the anesthesia could be administered. But I was so ready for him to have them so that we can work on his speech, keep him healthy, and let him hear sounds normally rather than hearing things like he's under water. Kel still doesn't want C to have them, and has been reminding me of that since three minutes before C went in for the surgery. But C needs them. A few nights before surgery, C had a fever of 102 and kept grabbing his head and saying "owie". Rather than rush him into the doctor as usual, I just gave him Tylenol and his ear drops and watched him throughout the night. He seemed ok the next day, although a little more grouchy than usual. Although his ears where "perfect" on the Wednesday prior to surgery, when the doctor placed the tubes, the left ear was infected and starting to pus and the right ear had fluid which just goes to show that C needs these tubes. Here's hoping that they stay in long enough to help him, and we won't have to go through surgery again. While C has been a major grouch this weekend and his sleep is almost non existent, it is nice to be able to tell him to say something and have him repeat it back. My favorite saying is "I yuf D."<br />
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Which brings me to D. Oh my D, where to begin. I'm so sorry that I passed my flu bug to you Buddy. That was a miserable twenty four hours that seem to have extended far beyond what I feel comfortable with. We spent the morning of Kel's birthday in the emergency room with an I.V. for dehydration and an ultrasound to verify that he didn't have appendicitis. Thank God he didn't, but I'm still left without answers. The first week of February was bad. So bad that he was seen by both the urgent care and the emergency room within a twenty four hour period. The doctor in the emergency room recommended to cut milk completely out of his diet (no milk for his cereal poor dude) as he may have developed an intolerance to lactose and that we may need to see a specialist. I was lucky and was able to squeeze him into an appointment right after C's and while she said that his stomach sounded fine and we should wait two weeks before we start to reintroduce milk to verify whether or not he is lactose intolerent, she stated that she detected a heart murmur. Which could mean nothing or it could mean something, but we go back in the beginning of April for her to verify whether or not the murmur is still there and to have his physical for school. I've decided at this point that I'm not going to worry until I know for sure that there is something to worry about.<br />
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Speaking of having a school physical...<br />
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D will be turning five this June. Which means he will be starting kindergarten this August. Which means that this month is spent trying to get him into our school of choice or one of the fundamental schools that are in town. On the 8th, Kel and I attended a mandatory parent meeting for the fundamental school so that we could get D into the lottery for the school. While it was very informative, it made us question whether or not this was the right school for D. The main difference between a normal public school and the fundamental school is the speed in which they teach and the depth in which they delve into each subject. It is a good school. It would be something that we'd make an adjustment for, if it is the best choice for D. But I also want D to enjoy school. I don't want him to be so overwhelmed that he dreads going to school, and that is the feeling that Kel and I got from this meeting. There are other schools in my town that are right on the heels of the fundamental school in terms of the API score and if he gets into one of them then we may decline the spot at the fundamental school. If he gets it. Which I'll find out either tomorrow or Wednesday.<br />
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So that's what we've been up to for the past month and a half. It's been busy, it's been sad, but for the most part it's been relatively normal around the Clark-Walker household. <br />
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Wow does it make a world of difference when C can actually HEAR what is being said around him.<br />
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For the first time in...ever... C is actually trying. Trying to say new words, trying to mimic, trying to communicate what it is that he needs and wants. My favorite is when he says "D help! Let's pay."<br />
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Or when he tells me to "shh! qiet Mommy!" as he spies on his brother through the window.<br />
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About half way through the antibiotics, I noticed a huge improvement. Among the first "tricks" that he learned (finally) was his body parts. Head, belly, feet, ears are among the his favorites to point out.<br />
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Along with nose.<br />
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And mouth.<br />
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Today, C had his hearing test, which we were told was needed before an ENT would even consider seeing us. However, thanks to C's amazing doctor we have an appointment bright and early on Friday. Before we had even had the hearing test. Which I am happy to say C passed, even with the beginnings of another ear infection in his left ear. This poor boy can't catch a break, but I'm hoping the appointment on Friday will help with moving us in the right direction.<br />
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So I'll re-start my blogging this month with the not so great. D and I got the flu. It was bad for me, but horrible for D. It made my heart sad to have to watch (and hear)him...vomit his little heart out while begging me to take him to the doctors. <br />
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Anyone who knows D knows that he HATES doctors. With a capital H. Unless of course the "doctor" is his daddy. The boys' received a Mickey Mouse doctor kit for Christmas and it was put to good use that night.<br />
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Thank goodness for Kel, because he had to take over main parent duties that night as my poor stomach could not handle it. So Kel also had to take care of me while he was taking care of D. Throw C into the mix, and it was a tough night for Kel. (Thank you Baby!)<br />
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Yesterday, I finally gave in and took D to the doctor. He's still been complaining of a stomachache, his eating is still poor, and he's just all around not good. His weigh in proved it. At 36.4 pounds (thirty first percentile) and 42 inches ( fifty second percentile), my buddy is one skinny string bean. <br />
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I thought it'd be a simple check up, but we had to wait for D to pee in a cup. It turns out, that the doctor was worried about appendicitis. Which never even crossed my mind. Even though it should have, because I had it when I was in high school.<br />
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After forty five minutes (we had to wait for D to pee in a cup remember?) the doctor finally came in. With a mask over her face, completely freaking D out. He didn't want to go anywhere near her, and tried to hide behind me the entire time. She had to turn around, with her hands in the air, three times before D finally accepted the fact that she wasn't carrying any secret shots to give him.<br />
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Ears. Great. Throat. Great. Belly. Not quite sure, as she didn't say anything after checking it. The final test was helping him of the exam table. D was asked to jump of the stool, and although he was not in the mood, he did. And passed the appendicitis test, as he didn't double over in pain clutching his side when he landed. So an hour later, and we know now that D is dehydrated and just has a bad case of the stomach flu.<br />
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We've been trying to beat it. However, it's taken a lot longer than I (or D) would like. It's been an off and on thing, where one minute he's playing and happy and the next he is holding his stomach and asking to go back to the doctors.<br />
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I will be happy when my little buddy gets over this.<br />
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And goes back to this.<br />
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<u>January:</u><br />
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January is Kel and my birthday month. We had just moved in the house and was in the process of getting everything organized. The boys were in love with their new backyard and when it wasn't raining, you'd always be able to find them outside driving their pink Cadillac. D got to attend his first basketball game with Kel. The Los Angeles Clippers were playing the Denver Nuggets and he had a blast. Of course he got a special treat while he was there that I wasn't supposed to know about, but the minute he woke up the next morning it was all about "Mom, Dad let me have soda!" You can not keep a secret from this kid. C also had his first doctor's visit of the year with what I thought was an ear infection. Luckily I was wrong that time and we found out he weighed twenty three pounds and four ounces. C grew so much in that month, from only using his fingers to eat and drinking out of a sippy cup to using the proper eating utensils and drinking out of an open cup. Anything he could do to keep up with D, he did.<br />
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<u>February:</u><br />
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February was when I started my <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-start-blog.html">blog</a>. I had just gotten a new camera and was told I post too many pictures on Facebook so I decided this was the next best thing. That way those who wanted to read about and see pictures of the boys could and those who didn't wouldn't be bothered. C got his <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/teeth.html">third tooth</a> on the bottom and started telling me when he wanted to take his naps. D and I <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/afraid.html">conquered his fear</a> of the dark with a night light, went on a few movie dates, started working on his letters, and continued our <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/potty-time.html">battle</a> with potty training. When ended the month on a bad note with C starting his ear infection marathon, although I was still thinking it was <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-he-sick-or-is-he-teething-that-is.html">teething</a> at the time.<br />
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<u>March:</u><br />
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March brought new life to both sides of the family. My older sister had her <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-title.html">twin girls</a> on March 2 while Kel's younger sister had her <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-little-z.html">daughter</a> on March 24. It also brought C's first <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/ear-infections-and-not-so-great-doctors.html">confirmed</a> ear infection on March 8 and our first round of antibiotics. Gigi tried to help with D's sleeping problems and while he was very excited to go on a special shopping trip with Gigi, it was hard to keep him in his own bed every night. D also had his first <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-day-for-d.html">success</a> with the potty and it only got better after that. Well, better with the potty training that is. Poor D <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/mommy-fail.html">fractured his wrist </a>at the end of March while playing at Lemon park and had to wear a cast for five weeks. My brave boy didn't let this slow him down and loved having everyone sign his cast.<br />
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<u>April</u>:<br />
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April was a busy month for C. He had two different <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/sick-buggy-is-grumpy-buggy.html">ear infections</a> and two different medications that month. It was not fun for him, especially the side effects of the last medication he was on. D went to his first<a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-h.html"> bowling party</a> for our cousin H. Once he warmed up, he loved it, even though his arm was in a cast and he wasn't able to bowl much. I think he just liked being around his cousins and an excuse to eat cake. Kel and I decided to be adventurous this month and planted our <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/green-thumbs.html">first garden</a>. It was a success and we've been enjoying our peppers and tomatoes this year. Towards the end of the month, the boys got to <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally.html">meet </a>their new cousin Z. D said hi but was otherwise uninterested while C was wherever Z was. He was not used to being around kids younger than he was so I'd say he did pretty well. Maybe it was the fact that he was still under the weather. On the 19th Kel took D to get his cast off. I was expecting him to come back with a splint that he'd have to wear for two or three weeks. Instead he came home with a <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/ds-new-cast.html">bright yellow cast</a> that he choose in honor of his friend Ducky. <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter.html">Easter</a> was fun this year. C was old enough to enjoy the festivities and D was excited that he got to go to Dad's work for an egg hunt. Next year I'll make sure to make more eggs for C to color.<br />
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<u>May:</u><br />
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May brought a big change for our family. Kel got <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/alone.html">laid off</a> from his job and with me being home with no income, we were scrambling to figure out our next move. Luckily Kel had a friend who got him a job working as a stage hand for Hell's Kitchen. The only downside was that it was a night time job, so he worked all night (twelve hours) and sleep the majority of the day. But it worked for us and we are thankful that he had that opportunity. For the most part C was done with his ear infections by the middle of May. He received his fourth antibiotic May 5 and was given a clean bill of health May 18th. May 3rd D got his <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-more.html">cast off </a> for good. He kept asking for a red one to be put on, and continued asking for one for a few months later, but his bone was healed and he didn't need to have any further medical treatment. His poor arm was so dry and skinny! His transition period was... interesting to say the least, but he was happy to finally have full use of both of his arms. Which came in handy, as by the end of the month D finally decided that he was <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/success.html">done with diapers</a> and ready to use the potty like a big boy. C wanted in on the action that first day, but quickly decided that it wasn't for him (yet). May was especially hard this month, not just because of the lay off and C's ear infection, but because Kel's uncle passed away from cancer a month after diagnosis.<br />
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<u>June:</u><br />
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June 16th is D's <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/four.html">fourth birthday</a>. We had fun playing together during the day and then had family over for dinner. He loved being center of attention this year and couldn't open his presents fast enough. For his birthday, his Aunt K bought him his first pet, a fish, which he wanted nothing to do with. No matter how much I tried to tell him that the fish stayed in the bowl and wouldn't bite him, he wouldn't believe me. So his first pet became my second fish. June also brought a <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/make-new-friends.html">new friend</a> for D. My friend from high school, C, had her son two days prior to D’s birthday and we've always tried to get the boys together. For some reason, it never worked out until this year. I'm so glad that we finally did, as the boys have become inseparable. If you ask D who E is, he'll simply say "E's my very best friend and I love him." He's such a sweet boy. C learned stayed relatively healthy this month and learned how to climb out of the playpen. So much for having a safe place to quarantine him. Our family got exciting news in the middle of the month when Kel was officially given the job at Edison. Even though we had to wait until July for his training to start, we were very excited to finally be moving forward. We ended the month with a trip to see <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/boys-and-their-trucks.html">different types of cars</a> and another <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/nana-love.html">visit from Nana</a>.<br />
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<u>July:</u><br />
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We started off July with a <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/catch-wave.html">beach trip</a>. Once we stopped trying to get the boys into the water, the day was enjoyed by all. For the <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-was-week-ago.html">Fourth of July</a> we stayed home since our house is so close to the park where the festivities are held and watched from our front yard. Well, Kel and I watched while the boys went to sleep. D got to <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-weekend-in-pictures-with-few-words.html">meet his cousins</a> for the first time this month. He was pretty much the same with M and M as he was with Z. He'd look, he'd touch, he even played for a little bit with MG but for the most part he kept his distance. D's slip 'n slide and pool that he received for his birthday got a good workout this month. Almost every day was spent outside using one or both of them. C decided to test a few boundaries this month. He found out that sticking his finger into the fan wasn't such a good idea. That if he pushed his brother too far D would retaliate. And that if he kept going in the backyard without his shoes then there is a good chance that he'll get <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/bee-be-gone.html">stung by a bee</a>. Unfortunately, that last boundary sent us to urgent care with C covered in hives. We now know that C is allergic to bees and we have an Epi pen just in case this ever happens again. Kel finally got to start his training for his new job with Edison, which meant that he was gone for a week and a half in Westminster going through his training session while the boys and I stayed home and tried to <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/while-daddys-away-mommy-and-boys-will.html">enjoy ourselves</a>. This month ended with the boys and I making a <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/somewhere-over-grapevine.html">trip to Nana</a>. While the time we spent at her house was a lot of fun, the trip there wasn't. C spent the entire time we went over the Grape Vine screaming because of his ears. Poor Buggy.<br />
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<u>August:</u><br />
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August was mine and Kel's <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/still-one.html">ninth anniversary</a>. It's hard to believe that we've been together so long, and people are still asking when the wedding will be. Well, it'll happen when it happens. I'm not worried about it at the moment. This month C showed me how big he really is. He went from being my baby to being a little boy in the matter of a <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/growing-up.html">park visit</a>. I was amazed, and a little sad, to see him play on all the playground equipment that was meant for five years or older. The boys and I hung out with my cousins a lot this month. We went to our <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/farm-boys.html">local farm</a> and enjoyed a train ride and bouncer. C loved putting the carrots down the feeding shoot for the animals while D just threw the carrots over the fence. We also went to the <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/trip-to-see-ishies.html">Aquarium of the Pacific</a> for the first time. While it wasn't a major hit, the boys did have fun and I'll be taking them back when they are a little older and D has an easier time with the dark and crowds. The end of August was hard for our family. We learned that Kel's dad had cancer and would be starting chemo and radiation shortly. It was a hard blow, as they had just lost their uncle to cancer in May.<br />
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<u>September:</u><br />
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September started with a bang. Or should I say a bump, as C fell backwards off one of his toys onto the sidewalk and earned himself a trip to the ER. After three hours at the hospital, with one being for observation, we were sent home and told just to watch for any signs that he's worsening. We had many playdates with E and Ms. C, which made everyone happy. The boys loved having someone to play with and I'm so happy that I have a friend who has a child and knows what it's like to be a mommy. Our kids and our family come first, and I had a few friends who didn't understand that. I suppose that is one of the reasons why we are no longer friends and I'm all the more better for it. We had our first <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/bowling-in-heaven.html">thunderstorm</a> this month, and while C slept through it and D ignored it, I loved standing on my front porch watching. It was actually somewhat peaceful. We ended the month with a double date. D and I went with my Aunt D and H to see <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/night-at-theater.html">Phineas and Ferb Live!</a> It was so much fun and we hope to have a repeat sometime in 2012. D loves <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/playmates.html">hanging out with H</a> and if he isn't asking to play with E then he's asking to go over to H's house. I mean, who else but a cousin can teach you all the tricks of a light saber?<br />
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<u>October:</u><br />
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October brought a birthday for a special little someone. C turned <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-buggy.html">two</a> on the 23rd and loved having everyone over to celebrate. The highlight of the day had to have been the family time in the jumper. While I stressed for the longest time about having the "perfect" party , Kel's mom said it best when she said "People are not coming over for the perfect food and appetizers at a two year old's birthday party. They are coming to love C and make his day a special one." And it was. Only to follow up with his first ear infection of the "cold season" the next day. Not fun. C started showing more interest in potty training. I have the 3 day method that we'll use when he's more ready. It feels like the second time around will be a lot easier than the first. Kel and his brother started our home improvement projects by taking down the popcorn ceilings. It was a mess but well worth it. The house fells like a completely different house. D showed us that he's a very good baseball player in addition to <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/basketball-star.html">basketball</a>. Add in his martial arts that Kel's friend D taught him and he'll be a well-rounded athlete. He loves being able to hit the ball that dad pitches to him rather than hit the ball of the tee. Looks like we'll be getting D into baseball this spring. October ended with <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween-2011.html">Halloween</a> with family. D had talked about being Batman, however when he saw that Batman wore a mask he decided to be Buzz Lightyear again. Which went perfectly with C's Woody costume. The boys had a lot of fun going from house to house, saying trick or treat! (or "Trick or Please!" in C's case) and can't wait to do it next year.<br />
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November started with a big change for C. He decided that he was ready for the <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-small-step-to-being-big-boy-one.html">big boy bed</a> and helped me dismantle his crib. While it hasn't been an easy transition, and bedtime has usually ended with me asleep alongside him. The whole month was a struggle but we finally got naptime down to were he'll sleep by himself. Now we are working on bedtime. The boys and I continued our <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/walking-donut-wednesday.html">Donut Wednesdays</a> and decided to add in a <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-funday.html">walk to McDonalds</a>. We spent <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving-2011.html">Thanksgiving</a> morning with Nana and Papa, having brunch and playing at the park. Thanksgiving night was spent with Poppy, Gigi, and the rest of my family eating great food and playing our annual Holiday Poker Tournament. This year Mommy made it to third place! November brought good news for D, in that we confirmed that he is not anemic nor did he have allergies. However, the middle of the month confirmed that C had fluid in his ears that turned into full blown ear infections by the time we had his two year well check up on the 30th. The good news, if you can call it good news, is that we finally got a referral to have C's hearing tested so that we can see an ENT about getting tubes put in. I'm hoping the beginning of 2012 will see C having the tubes put in and on his way to staying healthy and talking more. Then maybe we'll have better luck with his potty training, as we started but had to stop because he got too frustrated with the communication aspect of it. Speaking of potty training, November brought no more accidents for D at night so he is officially, 100%, day AND night, potty trained.<br />
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December was a busy month, in that Kel spent a lot of time with his dad. Sometimes the boys and I would tag along to watch Z, but the majority of the time we were home by ourselves. We found two <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2011/12/break-for-boys.html">new parks</a> this month, with one being within walking distance. The boys love being able to walk to the park. As well as McDonald's for lunch with Dad and an ice cream cone. Only in Southern California can you enjoy walking home with an ice cream cone in December. The beginning of the month landed C in the ER (again) for another (or is it the same one) ear infection. In both ears. With a fever that wasn't even touched by the Tylenol and took a while to go down with the Motrin. This was the first time that C actually needed to get the antibiotic shot to help kickstart the ten day dose that he'd be on. Luckily after two hours we were sent home. At his follow up appointment a few days later his ears were still red. Dr. M (whom I love!) helped get his referral process on track and we finally have dates in place. January 4th will bring another follow up appointment for C's ears, which is a good thing since he's playing with them again, and January 18 will be his hearing test. Once we receive the results from the hearing test, we'll be able to set up our appointment with the ENT. <a href="http://theclark-walkerfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2012/01/merry-christmas-2011.html">Christmas</a> was nice this year. The boys met some new cousins, we got to see Grandpa for a little bit, and D enjoyed playing with his Nerf guns with Uncle D that Santa brought.<br />
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2011 was a decent year. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worse. We made new friends and lost those who weren't really friends in the first place. There were stressful times, but for the most part there were a lot of fun times. I'm just looking forward to what 2012 will bring. D will turn five in June and head off to KINDERGARTEN at the end of August. I can't believe I just said that. C won't be three until towards the end of the year, but I'm hoping that by that time we'll accomplish potty training, talking, binky weaning, sleeping by himself, and the end of ear infections. Whether the last is accomplished with tubes or without tubes is still to be determined. Kel and I will be celebrating ten years together in August, and I'm hoping to plan some type of family trip.<br />
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Christmas Eve was spent with Kel's family. We went to his Aunt's ranch and had dinner and opened presents. The boys loved playing with new cousins. Especially after we opened presents and found out that D got a football. Let's just say the "No ball in the house" rule was broken several times that weekend. We ended the night with a visit to Grandpa, as the boys and I have not seen him since Halloween. I continued my tradition of wrapping presents n Christmas Eve with a cup of coffee and Christmas Music.<br />
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C woke up Christmas morning before the rest of us. I had forgotten to shut his door completely (we have a safety knob on so he can't wonder the house in the middle of the night), so he had already opened a present before the rest of us woke up. Luckily it was one of his own, and it kept him occupied while we woke D up.<br />
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C was loaded up with cars...<br />
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While D was ecstatic with a new Leapster Explorer game and Batman car.<br />
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Well maybe C was a little more ecstatic with the Batman car.<br />
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I think I need to send a note to Santa about age appropriate toys. We had a mishap at Poppy and Gig's house when Uncle D accidentally hit D in the eye with a dart. But it didn't slow D or C down, and is still a favorite toy to play with today.<br />
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The boys and I ended the night with dinner and (you guessed it) poker. C loved playing with his cousins' toys while they were gone and D enjoyed showing off his Leapster. They loved the Spiderman masks and figures that they received from M and M and the new clothes from Poppy and Gigi, but the biggest hit was from Uncle D with his 1000+ piece Cars coloring kit. Every morning, C stands in front of the closet and says "Mom, I cowar! Mom I cowar Prease!" until I bring it down. Thank you everyone for making the boys' Christmas a great one!<br />
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C and D lucked out in the grandparent department. They have three sets who adore them, who at anytime will do anything for them. You ask D to list his grandparents and he'll tell you that he likes to go see Grandpa at Grandpa's shop and drive the tractor (forklift), he likes to go visit Nana and Papa because he can drive Nana's red car, and Poppy and Gigi are the best because they are fun and take him places in their big car (can you tell he's a car guy?) and have dogs. Even though D is a little afraid of dogs. But that's beside the point. The point is, my boys are very lucky to have six special people in their lives that they could turn to for anything.<br />
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A couple of weeks before Christmas, I tried to take C to get his pictures taken. That didn't work out so well, as the place was packed, so I had someone I knew take a few pictures at their home. I think these turned out better than they would have at the picture place I had gone too.<br />
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A few days later I brought D over as well in an attempt to get a Christmas card shot. Luckily there was one good shot, even though I didn't send out Christmas cards that year.<br />
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We only tried to get a good photo for about ten or fifteen minutes, but with the way it ended you'd think that we held them hostage for hours.<br />
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Happy Holidays from the Clark-Walker family! Tomorrow will be busy with a park date with my boys, baking cookies for Santa, visiting Kel's aunt and dad, and ending the night with a trip through Candy Cane Lane. Sunday will be spent with breakfast and presents with the boys and Kel followed by a day with Poppy and Gigi (and hopefully poker) for the boys and I while Kel spends the day with his dad.<br />
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So for today I am thankful for an awesome friend who brings me coffee. Not just a cup from Starbucks, that while it would be enjoyable, would not last longer than the five or so minutes it would take me to drink it. No, my favorite friend brought me a box of instant coffee (I don't have a coffee maker) and Coffee-Mate French Vanilla creamer. After a night like last night (or tonight depending on how you look at it) when my insomnia is out in full force, I will be very happy to have a cup (or two) of coffee in the morning.<br />
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So on Sunday, when we had an hour with the car, we drove to a new park that Kel had found. It has a three story playground that the boys just love. Of course C had to climb all of the ladders that would give me a heart attack.<br />
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But he got to the top every time without my help.<br />
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He loved running across the bridge.<br />
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While D had a hard time. He didn't like that it would move when he'd walk on it, so he sat down and scooted across. I offered to help, but he told me no. He is a big boy and he could do it himself. And he did <strike>ten minutes later</strike>.<br />
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Of course the slide was a big hit with them both.<br />
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As was the non-moving bridge on the third story.<br />
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To top off a nice day at the park, C had fun flying in the swings while D looked on (you will not catch D in a swing willingly).<br />
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It was a nice break from routine for us and we will be back there this weekend. With my good camera.<br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i588.photobucket.com/albums/ss329/KClark0812/blah/632EC777CBE8089A9AC8A75D72964E70.png" style="border: 0;" />Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03461894752631194289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051267078097032929.post-31002523364176449512011-12-13T00:51:00.000-08:002011-12-13T00:51:50.301-08:00Thankful TuesdayIt's 12:41 AM and I should be asleep. Bedtime was over two hours ago, as tomorrow (today?) we have things to do. Places to go, people to see, and hopefully a trip to the park if the weather cooperates.<br />
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But I'm still awake because one certain little sick boy has been crying off and on in his sleep. Each time I think he's actually awake, I find him under his favorite blanket, clutching Mickey in one hand and an extra binky in the other like they are his life lines. C is sick, and has been over the weekend. Fevers and side affects to the antibiotics have made him a grouchy boy when it comes to sleep and resting. During the day he's bouncing off the walls one minute, screaming at whomever did something wrong the next. For the most part, C is happy during the day playing with his cars. But once night falls, all bets are off.<br />
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So today I am thankful for this<br />
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and the relief that it gives him during the night so that he can <strike>try and</strike> sleep comfortably.<br />
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Tomorrow (Today?) we go back to the doctors for a follow up. Hopefully she'll be able to make C more comfortable and tell me where my ENT referral is.<br />
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See those pink cheeks? My poor baby.<br />
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The doctor took a look into one ear, declared it extremely red with fluid behind the ear drum and then looked in the other, and gave it the same diagnosis, and C barely even moved. In the two and a half hours that we were there, C slept for ninety five percent of the time. With his temperature and the state of both ears, for the first time ever we got the antibiotic shot. I was nervous, because C has never had anything with penicillin (that I'm aware of) so I didn't know how he'd react. Thankfully, I knew the nurse who gave him the shot and he made sure that C was as comfortable as he could be before he injected him. <br />
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Since the Tylenol didn't touch his fever, and he got a small rash around the injection site, they kept us for awhile so that they can observe C and give him some Motrin. The rash went away after about twenty minutes and the Motrin brought the fever down by .2 degrees so they said we could go home and just watch him to make sure the fever continued to go down. Which it has, although it hasn't gone away completely. <br />
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Today he has a little more energy but he still has a fever. And the shot last night made him have diarrhea this morning. At least that's what I'm blaming it on. Either way, not fun. I just want my littlest better. Kel and I have been discussing tubes since November, when C's doctor said that she would send me a referral for both an Audiologist and an ENT. I think last night has put us on the same page in that we want C seen as quickly as possible. I've been waiting almost a month now for the referrals to come in the mail so when we are <strike>back</strike> at the doctor's office this week for C's follow up I will bug them <strike>again</strike> about it. <br />
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Anyway...<br />
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This was Christmas 2008. Our first Christmas in our new apartment, D's second Christmas, and his last Christmas as an only child. It was a quiet one, spent with family on both sides. But D loved it. He loved his Elmo DVDs and his Elmo cars. The lights were a hit, he had fun putting on his ornaments, and he actually tried to open his presents. We spent most of the day at home with Aunt B, and had dinner with Poppy, Gigi, and my family at their first Annual Clark Ugly Christmas Sweater Party.<br />
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It was a simple Christmas, just how we like it.<br />
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A normal conversation would be:<br />
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D :" Mom, can you come wipe my butt?!"<br />
Me: "No, you are old enough to do that yourself."<br />
D: " Okay Mom."<br />
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And then we'd go about our day until the next time he has a bowl movement and we replay this conversation for the 98734382695235 time.<br />
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This morning it was :<br />
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D (While sitting on the toilet): "Mom, you know what?"<br />
Me (While making breakfast for the boys): "What Buddy?"<br />
D: "I love you Mommy. Thank you for being a great mommy."<br />
Me: "I love you too Buddy, thank you for being a great son."<br />
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Thirty seconds later...<br />
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D: "Mom can you wipe my butt since you are such a great mommy?"<br />
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Seriously?<br />
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I'm thankful that my kid will wipe his own but 85% of the time.<br />
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T-minus 23 days!<br />
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We started out with Kel's side of the family. Nana and Papa (thankfully) made the drive to us this year from Bakersfield. They arrived bearing gifts. New clothes for the boys and donuts for all. We then made our way over to Hometown Buffet and met Kel's sisters and brother in law for brunch. The boys loved it! C actually told me "No" to pineapple and "Yes, lope!" to cantaloupe. Choosing their own desserts and the <strike>4 </strike>2 Icees each that Kel gave them was just the icing on the top.<br />
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After brunch, Nana wanted to go to our favorite park to take pictures. This is where most of the pictures of the day will be from as I forgot my memory card during brunch, my batteries ran out at the park, and I left my camera at home when we went to my parents. Oh well, at least I have a few from the beginning of the day. C and D did not really want to take pictures though (who could blame them with me as their mother) so the majority of the time was spent at the playground trying to burn off their sugar high from the Icees.<br />
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And running up and down the hills.<br />
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Of course, being the person I am, I attempted to get a family picture with my boys.<br />
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And one (or two) pictures with Nana.<br />
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After the park, we went to my parents house for dinner. I love my parents' cooking. Especially the green beans, mashed potatoes, and my mom's fruit salad. After dinner, Aunt R and Aunt K convinced C to do some laps to work off some of the turkey he ate that day. I think he did twelve laps before he and D turned my parents' living room into their very own WWE fighting ring. (Aunt R, if you read this, can you PLEASE send me any pictures/video that you took?). We ended the night with the annual Clark Holiday Poker tournament. Which, surprisingly, I took third place!<br />
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I don't care. <br />
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You can call me any name in the book, but I will always advocate for my boys. If you are putting them in harms way, you best believe I will do something about it. I asked a family member to stop posting pictures of my boys on her Facebook page, as she is still friends with the person who tried to hurt my family. Instead of respecting my wishes, she turned it into a drama-fest that ended with us severing our ties.<br />
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I don't care.<br />
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My boys will be just fine without her.<br />
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I've tried to keep the "ugly" out of my blog. To just post the good and gloss over the bad. But at this point, this is my only outlet to vent. While Kel agrees with the outcome, he doesn't want to talk about it. And I understand, it's his family after all. So while I have a lot that I want to say, and a lot of anger, I will just leave it at this blog post and move on.<br />
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Although this wasn't the post that I originally intended to write, and I'll be getting to my "Thankful Tuesday" a little later (probably Thankful Thursday), I needed to write this. And since I don't like having a post without at least one picture, I'll leave you with one that I took today while we were on our daily walk.<br />
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It's not the "cutest" picture in the world, but their faces pretty much sum up how I feel tonight.<br />
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And the matching shirts were not intentional...<br />
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