Look closely

Tristan has this new thing he has been doing. At first it freaked me out. I thought he was blind, or having a hard time seeing things. He keeps holding objects right up next to his eyes, like pressed against his nose. He especially likes doing this with bright flashy things or mirrors. It is kinda strange but 100% adorable. Adam got home from work today and saw it for the first time. He laughed.....mainly at me for thinking he was blind. Adam says Tristan is just looking closely.

Oh yeah, yesterday Tristan fell off our bed. It was a tragedy. I was heartbroken. I felt like the most horrible person on the planet. He was of course just fine but that didn't stop him from crying like he was in agony. I cried. Hard. I called Adam at work to tell him and see what I should check on Tristan. Adam gave me the paramedic run down but there was something weird about the way he did it......it seemed like he was MAD at ME. He spoke in one word sentences and very cold and distant. I was horrified. I hung up and cried even harder than Tristan. I got him and I both calmed down and said a little prayer. It did feel like it was my fault, I mean of course it was my fault, but why would Adam be mad at me about it. I was so confused. I stewed about it for hours. Eventually I ended up mad. MAD at HIM. I sent a three page text message. It felt horrible and rotten even though I wasn't mean in what I wrote, just really raunchy. He immediately called me back. I didn't answer. I waited an hour before I even checked the voicemail. WOW. He was apologizing and so sincere. He explained that the chief of the entire Fire Department was there and he was trying to keep it together because he was so worried about Tristan and I and trying to get home as fast as he could to fix us and help us. He was so sincere, and I had spent half of my day mad at him. It was a real eye opener for me. I guess sometimes when you feel guilty about something you actually punish yourself much more than anyone else does. I am so lucky to have Adam. Next time, I just need to look a little closer. ;)

Teefers and doctors

Tristan got two teefers! (thats teeth, incase you didn't know) His bottom two broke through yesterday. They are so dang cute! I have tried and tried to snap a picture of them but so far all I have done is get applesauce and rice cereal all over the camera. Shucks. Anyhoo, my surgery has been postponed until next week sometime. I chose to postpone it. I was having a lot of second thoughts about the Dr and his staff. I was referred there by the ER but I just didn't feel right about it. Come to find out that my instincts where right on. They were going to have the guy who delivered me 25 years ago do my surgery, AND HE WAS NOT GOING TO DO IT LAPROSCOPICALLY! Seriously. He was gonna chop a big giant hole in me and do it the old fashioned way. In the old days didn't they make women sit on haystacks and call them witches when they had their periods? Come on, it is 2009 now! We have tiny surgical instruments that can be inserted into the belly button leaving behind virtually no scarring. Anyways, I am now seeing a different doctor and I feel a lot more comfortable here. They still think it is endometriosis and they still want to do the surgery to diagnose and treat it. I will know more on Monday. For now I am just keeping the Tampax company in business during this hard time in the economy. How nice of me, hu?

whats been ailin me?

Apparently, endometriosis. Seriously. I am having surgery on Wed or Thursday this week. crazy

I want to start a Moms Club Orem/Provo Chapter

A friend of mine used to be a member of a salt lake chapter of the moms club. She always had such great things to say about it. She moved down here and wants to start a new chapter and asked if I knew any cool moms. Here is her description of what the club is like:

"Moms Club is ran by a board of volunteers, moms. We do a newsletter each month and plan weekly activities. We plan play groups a couple times a week, a moms night out once a month, a book club, a cooking club and anything else we want to do. I loved having other moms to get advice from or to give advice to. All of a sudden, you realize you aren’t the only one struggling with certain issues! I loved it because although my hubby is a great listener and is so supportive, some things husbands just don’t get so I loved having other moms that I could relate to."

Look at the website. It’s the International Moms Club website, http://momsclub.com/ I think it would be a great idea and would absolutely LOVE to have an excuse to see each of you more often. I imagine that we could structure it however we wanted, do more or less activities, etc-. I really want to teach an exercise class once a week at my house. I would love to start a book club, and I know there are more than a few of you that could teach me how to cook better! Send me a quick email back to let me know if you are interested or not. If you are interested, I will do more work and put together some sign up sheets and get back to you. If not, don't worry I won't be offended :)

We are going to try to have a planning meeting/meet and greet next saturday. (very tentative) Let me know if you are interested and I can keep you updated!

Just a side note: some of the info on the main website for MOMS club tends to assume that everyone is a stay at home mom. I know from personal experience that you can be an AMAZING mom and still work. Sometimes working mothers need support groups even more! So don't let any of that make you feel excluded. We don't discriminate! :)

XOXO
Lynsie

Reno 911

Yesterday I had a fire engine outside my house, and went to the emergency room.

"Whaaaaaaaaat?"

Let me start over. Yesterday I was planning a wonderful lunch with Cecile and her kids at Costa Vida. T and I got ourselves all ready to go (about a 45 minute ordeal) an loaded up in the Subaru. I even went so far as to re-load the stroller (which we forgot to put back in after I threw it out in a panic when Butchy hurt his foot and I had to take him to the Vet last week, and which we dearly missed on Presidents day when we found ourselves at the mall with a 25 pound Tristan and car seat combination) Anyways, after loading the stroller I jumped in and turned the key only to hear the "click click click" of a dead battery. Great..... So, me being the true mechanic that I am, I called Cecile and asked her to come over so I could get a jump start. I then put the sub in neutral and started rolling it out of the garage. (We do have a 2 car garage, but we have SO MUCH CRAP in there that only one car fits) I got about halfway out the garage when I met the deadly combination of my high heels and the lovely garage tile. (our garage was once someones homemade family room, long story) So I stopped, now wet and frustrated, and decided to change my shoes. Bad idea.... from then on my car would not go back into neutral no matter what I did. It was stuck, half in the garage half out. Cecile showed up shortly after this and we decided to try to squeeze her car in next to mine and hope and pray that the cables reached. Ha! It was brilliant! Cecile should drive for nascar, she was amazing behind the wheel. She and her kids where stuck in the car, sandwiched between my car and the garage wall and tristan was starting to cry. I correctly positioned the cables and told cecile to rev it up and... nothing. Try again, redo cables, rev engine... nothing. Babies crying all over the place, naptimes getting dreadfully closer and closer, pants ruined, hands blackened, swearwords said... and then I gave up and sent them on their way. Fed T and put him to nap. Called Adam and related what happened. Two seconds later... RENO 911. Orem city Fire Dept is outside my house. My face is as red as that stupid engine. Of course I know how to jump start a car! I can change a U joint on the side of a dusty high way with nothing but a flat head screw driver for heavens sake! But, none of this matters as Adam and the rest of his station stand around my car and mutter things like, "I think it could be this... we should try that... it is obviously this..." in "guy voices". Neighbors are peeking out their windows, I am totally embarrassed. They jump start my car in two seconds flat. I kiss that handsome man in uniform, making HIM blush a little!, and watch the engine drive away. It was sort of romantic now that I look back at it. :) Later that evening, my pelvic pain hit maximum capacity and, worried that it may be my appendix, I had my bro drive me to the ER. Cat scan and puke bucket later they say it is not my appendix. It must be the uterine fibroid. I make it home around 11. No sleep. Worried about uterus. Really want at least one more baby..... :( Now I am on pain pills and waiting for an appt with a specialist. Lucky you! Now you get really fun, long and interesting stories ala percocet! Lots of drama, no commercials. Even better than Reno 911.

xoxo

Lynsie

wash hair, shave armpits

Adam is home today. FOR AN ENTIRE 24 HOURS! You know what that means? That means I can do whatever I want (within reason, of course). So, he asks me what I want to do today and I answer, "wash hair, shave armpits".

WOW

These are my goals and aspirations? These are my dreams? These are the things I have been waiting for 3 long days to do? What has happened to me?
I remember a time when I used to answer with something amazing like, "ride my bike to park city" or "swim 3 miles" or "go running for a couple of hours". I was always training for some race, always working on some goal. Where exactly does "wash hair, shave armpits" fit in? I might need to work on that. Although, some of you may recall a time when washing my hair and shaving would have made my mother cry with joy, probably my boyfriend too. Hehehehe. But, here I sit with wet hair and I must admit; damn it feels good!

Have you ever met someone that seems to fall for every gimmick and scheme? I have long prided myself for not being one of them, and I have long teased Adam for his gullable ways. I must admit that I fell victim to the greatest scheme of all... Kmart advertising. I went there to buy some twin xtra long bedding (for the fire station) and found myself putting just about everything under 5$ from every single end display into my shopping cart. What on earth was I thinking? About halfway through my shopping spree of idiotic items like mini mouthwashes and fancy lint brushes I ended up stashing most of the items back on the shelf (the wrong shelf I might add, sorry Kmart). But I did end up with one impulse item in my cart. I purchased a body wash that read, "energizing mint explosion". Who wouldn't buy that? Come on! I must admit that I put so much faith into that bottle of soap that todays shower was a great big let down. I looked at the bottle with disgust as I realized that I was just as tired and worn out as before, only now slightly dryer and filmier (cheap soap). I looked around my shower and noticed pink spots everywhere (remains of the semi permanent hair color fading away) and little false eyelashes (remains of the other idiotic impulse item I fell for last week) and suddenly thought of larry the cable guy jokes and found myself giggling and laughing at myself. (side note: hair color is amazing and I can't believe I have come this far in my life without knowing that. I love semi permanent hair color!)

It seems like everyone wants what they don't have. Sam always wants to go outside and butch always wants to come inside. But the second I give them what they so desperately want they are begging for the comfort of their routine. I can relate. The other day I was away from tristan for almost 8 hours. That is a first. And I had an anxiety attack. I was seeing and hearing babies everywhere. I had to come home early just to smell his sweet little sleeping head full of hair.

Today I think I needed to have a minute to just be Lynsie, not mommy, not wifers, not sisser, just Lynsie. So maybe "wash hair, shave armpits" was enough.

Next week, IRONMAN!

under the weather

tired, nauseous, headache, body aches, itchy eyes, stuffy nose, sore throat..... did I mention tired??? Tristan is well, Adam is well, all the animals are well.... it's just me. I must have a "brain cloud".

Has anybody seen naptime?

We decided it was time to change Tristans bed situation since he is moving around so much these days. I didn't feel right about having him pretty much strapped down for 11 hours each night. What if he wanted to roll to one side? I do that a million times a night and I know I would be upset if I was strapped in. So, anyways, Adam took the matress off the angle and changed the sheet and we are back to a normal crib. There is only one problem, now the crib is Tristans FAVORITE play area. Looks like he really did want to move around in there! He won't nap and he has to be extremely tired at night so he "forgets" that he is not strapped in and falls asleep. This makes for a really tired mommy. I am so tempted to get the wedge and sling sheet back out. Geeesh...... if he wasn't so dang cute.......well, you take a look, tell me if you could possibly be mad at this little guy:

Tristan has had an ear infection, is teething, and got his shots. Butchy cut his foot really bad and we had to go to the vet and get all bandaged up. He is also on antibiotics. I feel kinda like a nurse/pharmacist.

I have been to the Doc a few times myself..... still not sure whats going on. I am having hot flashes. Yes, hot flashes. We are checking my hormone levels and I had a sweet ultrasound today. They found fibroids on my uterus. Wow, menopause at 25??? Really???? I hope not....
Also, today I called the furnace guys because I thought it smelled like gas, turns out we have had a gas leak for a few weeks. It was small, but could definitely be one of the reasons I have been feeling sick.

I love the rain. I wish it was rainy all the time, but warm rain... like in St George. Sometimes I wish we lived there still. It will always be my "escape" place. Adam and I will vacation there later this month. Someday I want a tin roof. A green tin roof, to be exact. It would make for lovely acoustics in a rain storm.

Maybe I could experiment with getting Tristan babysat this month. I have to take pain pills for a few days, maybe I would be relaxed enough to actually let someone else help me! Intereviews will begin today at noon! :)

Last but not least, here is a progress report on Tristans crawling: HE ROCKS! GO BABY GO!

Gone to the dogs

As most of you know I have two german shepherds. The problem is that they are both EXTREMELY well behaved. Why is this a problem? Well, I really want the dog whisperer to come over. I don’t know what it is…. Maybe it is his accent, maybe it is his dog “daddy” that he brings with him all the time, maybe it is the chance to be on tv, maybe it’s his homemade rollerblades…. I just know I want Cesar Milan to come over. I saw an episode of the the Dog Whisperer where Cesar went to a ladys house because her dog was named Cesar. Hmmmmm, I could rename Butch. Adam might not like it, but imagine Butchy when he is rollerblading with Cesar down 600 North. It would be worth it……. It could happen……. July does have some bad habits. She smells pretty bad. Sometimes you have to tell her to come or sit in Spanish or german (she is trilingual, and OLD and sometimes forgets English). That is definitely bad enough for a tv show, right? If only it was the Cat Whisperer…. Sam and Frodo are both bad bad bad cats. Just ask Cecile. Sam has “attacked” her and her kids more than once. (actually he just really likes Cecile and always tries to jump up on her shoulders and it kinda scares her, but he really does have it out for Talan, poor kid!) He is definitely in the “red zone”. And Frodo is lacking a pack leader. I have tried and tried but he just doesn’t submit. He is sure that he is the pack leader, and he has both the shepherds convinced too. The cats could both benefit from a few weeks of boot camp at the dog psychology center in LA. Cesar, if you are out there, please come to my house. I make really good cookies.

(Oh yes I did put a link to a video that plays the song "who let the dogs out")