Hi Nanas

We took Boog to see Santa and managed to get a good pic! Boog can't say Santa but says Nanas...So we're waiting in line and he's yelling Hi to Nanas and telling him C'mere and talking about all the Krimmas decorations...

Then it was our turn to talk to Santa - and things went downhill...Boog threw him self on the ground, rolled over and started crawling away as fast as possible...I picked him up and we walked over to Santa, who talked to him and gave him 5...

Boog wasn't thrilled with sitting on some stranger's lap, but we managed to finally get a good pic, Boog got a lollipop and all was well with the world again...

7 a.m. is too early for that...

Really, 7 a.m. is entirely too early to be chasing people out of your car...or your dad's car...But that's what I was doing this Saturday morning...

I was up, getting ready to go downstairs to grab some breakfast and head out to my part time job when I looked out the window and saw something that just didn't look right - then saw some fool get into my dad's car...

I saw 2 people walking down the street and watched them cause they looked shady...sure enough one got into my dad's car...The Boy came back in from the bathroom and i told him to go down there...he was like WTF and i told him i wanted to know who was in my dad's car...so as soon as they heard the door to the house shut, the chick yelled for her dog...which told the guy to get out of the car...then the guy denied to The Boy being in the car...so once The Boy was down there, i went down...they never noticed me in the window...so i basically told them i had already called the cops and they needed to take their dogs and leave the neighborhood...she denied knowing the guy...i told her that if i saw him in or near any of my cars again, i was going to take a baseball bat to his head...and anyone with him...

Called the non emergency number when i got back in the house...then left for work...i drove off in the same direction they walked in...and damn if i didn't see one of the dogs in front of a house...so i called the non emergency number back...they had a car near me at that point and sent it over...there were 2 cars and they followed me back to the house and looked in the front seat of the car and said to call back if my dad found anything was missing...

Beef Stew

I made beef stew in the crock pot last night and it turned out pretty good...Even Boog ate a bunch, which is awesome since he hasn't really eaten a real meal since he got sick on Thursday.

It was really easy too. My dad had made roast beef and didn't eat all of it, so I confiscated it lol. Cut it into pieces and added a can of sliced carrots and about 3 medium sized potatoes, unpeeled but sliced. To that I added 2 cans of beef gravy and a can of water and then about a tablespoon (give or take) of A-1 steak sauce...Threw it in the crock pot all day on low, about 8 - 81/2 hours, then on high for another hour just to make sure the potatoes were done and soft...Made some rice and tossed that into a bowl with some of the beef stew over it...Turned out to be a damn good dinner...

The Boy ate a big bowl, Boog ate a small bowl and I had a medium bowl...Boog ate his by himself on the floor with his stool. Once he finished his, he asked for more so I gave him some from my bowl and he finished that! Then asked for more! I was out of rice, but gave him some of the stew and he ate about half of it...And we have enough left for another dinner this week and maybe a lunch too. Just add rice...Or mashed potatoes might be good too.

Triple Whammy!

Triple Whammy = Double ear infection and slight case of tonsilitis...

I got a call from daycare on Thursday that Boog had thrown up twice...So leave work, go get the Boog and cross my fingers that he doesn't hurl in my car...Stop at Safeway for ginger ale and gatorade...Get home, get me and the Boy a snack started (hadn't had lunch) with a whining Boogie...the Boy takes Boog and goes to eat while I'm getting my food together...Boogie proceeds to puke...ALL OVER THE BOY...

Go get Boogie and take him upstairs to the tub, cause let's be honest, he stinks...and he loves bath time...stand him in the tub where he pukes again...strip him down while he's trying to climb up into my arms...start the water so we can rinse out the tub and then fill it...he's still whiny and not wanting to be in the tub...I turn to get the stopper for the tub and see he peed a little when the water hit his toes...I asked him in a silly voice if he just went pee pee and he giggles and suddenly the bath is AWESOME...he splashes all over and has a general good time...

After the bath, I get him into a diaper and a night shirt, so he doesn't get over hot, get the blanket over his lap and the towel over that, just in case, with a bowl near by...the Boy goes to get in the shower and about 3.5 seconds after he walks out the door, we have pukage...

Have you ever seen a baby/toddler throw up? It's pitiful...they have no idea what's going on and give you the most pitiful look ever...like "why aren't you doing something to make this stop." And they want to be held, while puking...

So once that's over he starts asking for a drink - give him some ginger ale...yeah, learned a lesson about that about 20 minutes later...don't give un-flat ginger ale to sick child unless you want to watch that pitiful throwing up again...the Boy went to make something for dinner and got Boog a piece of toast...he was asleep within minutes of the Boy getting back upstairs...slept from 7 p.m. till about 3:30 a.m. when I got up to pee...then back to sleep till 6 a.m. where he made it obvious that he had no desire to wake up...

I made an appointment for him Friday afternoon and they gave us the fabulous diagnosis of a double ear infection and a slight case of tonsilitis...Said she wasn't going to test for strep since the antibiotics that she was giving for the ears would treat strep if that's what it was...he had a dinner of yogurt and gatorade lol...was asleep around 7, then woke up a few times, and was back out by 9...with daddy...

I. Hate. Hospitals...

Just saying...People in them are generally in a foul mood, maybe not directly, but they are not happy about where they are, that's for sure!

I was recently in the hospital for just over 4 days...and it sucks! Usually I can tell when I'm going to be admitted by my doctor. This time it just hit me out of left field!

On Thursday (BOOGIE'S BIRTHDAY) I started feeling ill, then started throwing up. I felt so bad, that I had to make The Boy drive part of the way home. We got home and my dad tells me he ordered pizza for Boog's birthday - I quietly go upstairs to die in my own bed. I slept for a bit, and considering I wouldn't sleep well the rest of the night, it was a blessing.

The Boy kept Boog downstairs for a while so I could get some rest, and didn't bring him up till it was time for sleep. I woke up probably every hour or so and would either throw up or feel like I was going to throw up. Everything from the past 24 hours made a re-appearance...

Friday morning I felt slightly better, but was still feeling like yuck. The Boy kept Boog occupied for the most part and we took him to his 2 year check up that afternoon. I'd had a pain in my side since I had started getting sick, so I called my doctor to see if they could see me that afternoon, but no dice.

Saturday morning, my doctor told me to go to the mini emergency room for dehydration and to see if I'd done something to my rib(s). I still hadn't been able to keep anything down, other than a small amount of ginger ale. The ER told me I had a nasty kidney infection and they started me on IV antibiotics, then told me that I was dehydrated and my heart rate was WAY off. So they wanted to move me to the cardio unit at Fairfax Hospital (aka my home away from home).

So, 4 days later, I finally came home on Wednesday...Got sent home with 2 of my meds increased, added an oral antibiotic and some pain meds for the pain I still had in my side...Oh! And I had to have an oxygen tank for travel and an oxygen machine in the house, to use 24/7!

We had to cancel Boog's birthday party that was supposed to be on Sunday since I was in the hospital =(

I have follow up appointments this week and next, and hope to have the oxygen out of the house after that...Cross your fingers for me...

Halloween Candy

So the boy left Boog's Halloween candy from his day care party in my car...on my dashboard...in the sun...

I tossed it in my bag and took it inside last night, with full intentions of leaving it inside...guess who never took it out of her bag last night and just discovered it again this morning?

Does it make me the evil mommy to eat a piece...or two? And I'm not talking about the totally yummy rice crispy treat either, just your run of the mill Snicker's snack size...the yummy orange rice crispy pumpkin with the tootsie roll stem and chocolate eyes...drool...

Looks a little like this, without the green:

Dear Abby...

So I have the Dear Abby column emailed to me daily - yeah, giant dork, thanks...anyway, I received this one day after I had been speaking to my bio father about my mom and this could almost have been written by the future me...

While I have not made the decision to cut my mother out of my life at this time, she has a major drinking problem...I had planned on going to her house last night so that she could see Boog in his costume but found out she was not "good" and decided not to go. Someone asked me why I would go over there...It's so that I can tell Boog when he asks questions, that yes, I tried to keep her in his life, and I will know that I'm not lying to my child...

My mother hasn't seen my son since July/August time frame and likely will not see him until Christmas...in some ways it makes me sad that he'll never know the person she could be, but I also like knowing that he won't see this person that she is...


DEAR ABBY: I have no contact with my mother for many reasons. It was difficult to sever the relationship, but after my son was born -- for his safety and well-being -- I felt I had no choice.

My mother has seen my son once, when he was 6 months old. She had just been released from jail and arrived at my home stoned and out of it. I made sure she found a safe way home and haven't spoken to her since.

My son will be 3 soon. Yesterday we were talking about families and he asked, "You don't have a mommy?" I replied, "Yes, I do. Her name is Cindy." Thankfully, he left it at that. But it started me thinking about what I should say when he asks me questions about his grandmother. I had planned on talking to him when he was older because addictions can run in families, and I want him to be aware of it when making choices in his teen and later years. What do you tell a 3-year-old who wonders who his grandma is? -- OUT OF ANSWERS IN WISCONSIN

DEAR OUT OF ANSWERS: You have already started the dialogue. When your son wants to know why Grandma Cindy doesn't visit, that will be the time you tell him she can't be around because she's sick and isn't able to be. As your son grows older, continue to answer his questions honestly and in an age-appropriate way.