Tasteless Tuesdays

Better late than never right??

Today's Tasteless Tuesday is going to be a string of "naughty stories" by my really dumb dog. Although Star is a great watchdog, she lacks some things in other departments. But God bless her, I love her to death and she certainly loves the kids!

Magellan recently had this brilliant idea to take off Star's electric fence collar. Don't ask why, I had no clue he even did it. Well, Star stayed in the yard for a bit. One day I figured out why she wouldn't come right away when I called her....

I had just turned down our street after picking CJ up at school and saw Star rolling around in the ditch near the end of our street. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was. All I could see was some black and white patches, looked almost like a blanket, a cow blanket to be exact. Well, I pulled over to where she was and called to her and realized her "cow blanket" was really dead cow skin. She was rolling around in dead cow skin and carcass. Yup, so grossed out! She did follow me down the road and up the driveway tho. I immediately called Magellan to tell him my gruesome discovery. Wanna know what the ding dong's response was?

"Oh that thing is still there? It's been there for months!"

Apparently our neighbor had seen Magellan a few months back and told him there was a dead cow in the ditch down the road from our house. Now, no one on our street or near us has cows anymore, which leads me to believe that someone had a dead cow and ever so graciously used our ditch as a dumping ground.

That's good old Wayne County folk for ya! Good old country bumpkins'.

No wonder Star had been smelling like death the few times she came home before we discovered our lovely present.

More to come from Star the Gravedigger!

A day in the life of CJ and Ella:

For those of us who just hate to read sme days, here is a play by play of a typical day for CJ and Ella. Of course, I don't have such great pics of the kids running around like chickens with their heads cut off, but you get the point.

The migraine from....

From hell pretty much. I typically suffer from migraines every time I get my period. Some months are better than others, but this month was no exception.

For those of you who have never had a migraine, consider yourself blessed. Seriously. When I get my migraines (The really bad ones!) I get nauseous, dizzy, am very sensitive to sound and light. Put it this way, I'm a better person if I am allowed to shut myself in a very dark room with earplugs in. And typically sleep is really the only cure. I haven't been on migraine meds since right before I got preggo with Ella b/c I just don't like them. I have never found the right med and they make me feel pretty yucky usually. And Tylenol or Excederin do nothing for me. They don't come close to the pain. Once in awhile, Vidocin or Percocet do the trick, but I have a very addictive personality and I try to keep those drugs out of sight, LOL!

So anyway, I had been fight a period induced headache starting Tuesday but it wasn't unbearable. Yet. I figured it would go away by Wednesday morning. It did for a bit but came back. I think it was the candle I lit that triggered my migraine. Some types of smells can trigger my migraines as well. Like cigarette smoke, perfumes or candle smells. I guess I will have to toss my peppermint candles! By Thursday morning my tension headache had turned into a full blown migraine, and oh yeah, Magellan was in New Paltz! I spent the better half of the day laying on the floor in the living room doing my best to keep the kids entertained. Or laying in CJ's bed while Ella and CJ played in the hallway while watching Elmo. Thank God for Elmo! It kept Ella quiet for quite some time, which is what I really needed. By 4pm I was next to death, not literally, but I was in a lot of pain and it was only increasing. So I called my dr's office and begged for the PA to write me a script for something for migraines. I said I didn't care what it was, just something to please help me. Finally at 430p my script was ready and I got the kids bundled up and off we drove to the pharmacy. Now, I really hadn't left the house so I had no clue how bad it was outside either. Halfway to the pharmacy I think I shit my pants. Honestly. It was that bad out. You couldn't see 5 feet in front of you, it was complete white out conditions even though it wasn't dark yet. I couldn't even see where the road ended and the ditches started. It was pretty scary. And it didn't make matters any better when CJ fell asleep and was no longer paying attention to Ella, who decided screaming at the top of her lungs was a brilliant idea.

It took us 20 minutes longer than usual to get to the pharmacy, but we made it in one piece. I ran inside and got my meds and downed two as soon as possible. Now the time could start to be more manageable. I only had 1.5 hrs before Ella would be going to bed. The ride home was a bit better b/c I knew what to expect and Ella had calmed down just the slightest bit. Although it took awhile for the meds to kick in, it did provide some relief. The only bad thing is it messes with my sleep. After the drowsiness disappears, the meds give me some serious insomnia. So needless to say I did NOT sleep well. Oh and our house was freezing and Magellan thinks sleeping on top of me is the answer to that problem. NOT! I like my space when I sleep, I don't like to cuddle or snuggle when I'm trying to sleep. After almost 12 years of being together he still hasn't caught on.

Today I was really hoping that my headache would miraculously be gone, but no. I finally gave in and took some meds and took a short nap, but here I sit with that lingering yucky medicine feeling.

Here's hoping tomorrow is much better, because really it couldn't get any worse!

Can I just scream now?

Well, CJ brought some funk home, I'm sure from school, and now Ella has it. It's weird b/c its only runny poo and nothing else, but add to it Ella's newfound clinginess AND independence AND her two bottom molars poking thru the gums and I seriously want to hide.

In.a.dark.room.all.by.myself.

Can I scream now?

It's been a rough week still with Ella. She is either literally attached to my hip or running away from me as I try to get her coat or hat on. She is either very clingy or trying despertely to put her own shoes and socks on. And no matter how simple the task, it always ends with a screaming fit. Not by me, of course! But by the Diva herself. Good lord, if ever there was a picture to describe "mentally exhausting" Ella's would for sure be there. With her shit-eating grin of course.

Her dr appointment by the way went just fine. No infection in her incision, everything looks just the way it should so far. We go back to the plastic surgeon in a month so they can see how her scar will be at that point and then hopefully after that we won't have to go back! Oh, and the biopsy came back for the cyst and its just a bunch of blood vessels, nothing to worry about at all. *breathing a sigh of relief now*

Ella had her 15 month checkup last week, which I am JUST NOW realizing I never blogged about. Go ahead, say it, I suck! So, here's the good news:

Ella is currently 31.75" tall, making her in the 85%tile for girls (where did this Giant come from!), is 22.5lbs making her in the 50th%tile for weight. There is some speculation and discerepencies on her weight as Ella has been weighed 3x in the last two weeks. Twice at the hospital before her surgery and once at her checkup. She is too big to be on the baby scale and barely stands long enough on the big person scale to register. Both times at the hospital the numbers were very close, and at her ped's office she just about jumped right off the scale. Her weight barely registered and she was one foot off when it did. So, I'm going with the hospital weight for now. Ella has met all of her 15 month milestones and is pretty much ahead of everything when it comes to her gross and fine motor skills. She is jumping, spinning in circles, attempting to feed herself, can stack blocks, puts Legos together, loves to read, tries to dress and undress herself, can climb up and down stairs, opens and shuts doors and cabinets, can climb up and off furniture, loves her baths, loves on all the animals, and is still very addicted to her blankie and milk. But we are completely bottle free!! I finally threw all the bottles away b/c it was quite obvious Ella was too big for them, lol! Ella is starting to become a snuggler, really enjoying our "rock" sessions before bedtime and naptime.

CJ is doing awesome in school! He recognizes all his letters and numbers and is starting to learn what sounds the letters make. He can read double digit numbers and is working on triple digit numbers now. He can tell time, spell out simple yet short words. CJ has some trouble cutting with scissors but is making good progress. I can't believe how far he's come so far in his second year of preschool.

So, thats it for now.

Can I scream now?

How is it possible....

I had the intention of updating my blog this weekend since Magellan really didn't have too much to do. However, someone else had other ideas, LOL!

It seems Miss Ella has hit the terrible two's, and need I remind you that she is ONLY 15 months old? I mean, is this a joke? AM I being punished for something I did? Come on God, help me out here! Her tantrums can be downright ridiculous. CJ always had some bad ones, but his did not really start till he was about 2 1/2 years old. Ella absolutely HAS to have her way at all times. And she makes it known when you aren't giving her her way. She will scream, screech, and wail and the throw herself on the floor if all else fails. The only thing I can do right now is to ignore her and walk away. I mean I can't really put her in time out, and I am NOT a big believer in spanking. Most of the time I believe it sends the wrong message, but we don't need to debate that subject. To each their own.

Besides the tantrum issue Ella has once again begun nap strike. The last four days have been pure hell. Just sayin'......I mean I might get about a 30 minute nap out of her in the morning and that would be it for the day. I have tried cutting out her morning nap, thinking she might be ready to drop it, but nooooooo. When I attemped that before our playdate on Friday, she napped for only 45mins total. And that was after being up for more than 4 hours too. You would think with her being my second I might have a clue but I really don't.

So back to two naps it is! We shall see what today brings, especially since the Princess was up at 530a! So NOT like her either. I can almost see her two bottom molars underneath the gums and Magellan thinks he sees her incisors coming in too. Oh the joys of teething.

CJ's last day of Gym class is today and he will be doing a final routine to show me and his teachers all that he has learned this semester. I can't wait to see him show off his stuff! I am going to try and remember my camera!! Then next week he starts dance class and gym class at the higher level. His teachers think he is DEF ready for a challenge so he needs to move up to the higher level.

As for me, I'm ok. I wish by now my wrist didn't hurt half as much as it does. Sadly I don't feel like it has healed much. I have some good days, but the bad/pain ful ones are far more common. Still keeping my fingers crossed for no surgery.

Magellan is almost done with New Paltz. I think two more weeks maybe....and now I don't know what I'm going to do with him home during the day again, LOL. I much prefer him being gone all day long so I can get things done around the house and not worry about having to be quiet. And for those of you wondering if he has stayed the helper he swore he would be....well take a good guess. I will give you three tries and the first two don't count. Let's just say he leaves a lot to be desired some days!

Well. gotta take CJ to school. Excuse my typos!!

Wordless Wednesdays

Tasteless Tuesdays!!

Yes, it's back!


Even though I still have a cast and can't type very well, I HAVE to get back to this. The stories have just been building up!

Tasteless stories courtesy of my Transformer:

"Mom, I told you none of the girls in my gym class were cute today. They were all gross!"

"Guess what I did today? I wiped my own butt!!"

"I only like tattooed girls like you,mom."

A Tasteless Story courtesy of my Ladybug:

I often let Ella run around naked after a diaper change or a bath. A few weeks ago, after her bath she started wandering around upstairs. I was getting out a clean diaper and jammies when I realized how quiet it was. NOT a good thing with any toddler. It can only mean trouble. Well, I called out her name with no response. There was no noise coming from mine and Magellan's room, which is odd. Our room is typically the first room she goes to. She enjoys shredding my magazines and rearranging our nightstands. I peaked in the doorway and she was very quiet walking around to the other side of the bed wiping her hands as if they were dirty. Oh boy! All of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I see this brown "pile", and thought Good God the dog shit in the house. Well, as I got closer, putting my shirt over my nose all the while, I realized it was Ella's shit! And I realized she had walked in it, and walked all around our room with poopy bare feet. And remember those dirty hands I mentioned...yup take a guess! I have never been more grossed out in my life. And it takes a lot these days to make my stomach turn. I had to quick grab Ella and give her bath, and manage to clean up the mess before my dog could continue with her snack.

LMAO, how was that for being gone for so long?!