Flu Strikes the Roemer House

It is true... Landon came home yesterday with a 102 temperature which keeps dipping back down and spiking again - it is such a weird virus... whatever he has. He will be staying home with Andy today and despite feeling sick, is content about playing his new DS Lite game and hanging around the house all day!

Growing Fast!

Myrtle Beach trip

Fun in the ocean!

My cute boys!

Cutie Chase

Panther preseason practice

So hot!

Chillin in the stands

A few pics to catch you up on the boys - it has been a while!

Night Terrors

I am not sure what is going on with Landon these days, but every night for the past week, I have rolled over to find him staring at me VERY closely and breathing in my face. Last night, after he startled me awake, he claimed that someone was knocking on his closet door. I told him to climb in to our bed but he needed to be still so we could all sleep - I took the lazy route - I didn't feel like walking him back to his room. After a few arm flings in the face and sharp toe nail digs into my leg, I told him that we needed to go back to his room and check out his closet so he would feel better about sleeping. No one in the closet, under the bed, or even under the covers - we did a complete check, and after I agreed to leave the bathroom light on so he could see down the hall, did he let his tired eyelids close.

No baby

Today while Landon was riding his scooter around outside, I was enjoying the 90 degree September day in a tank top (which was fitted) and comfy capris, when along comes Landon who stops and says, "Mommy you are going to have another baby? Your tummy is getting bigger." And then he rode off. And for the record, I am not having another baby - perhaps I should lay off the bread and butter and jelly combo?

Gag reflex?

Yesterday Andy was heating in the microwave a broccoli and cheese wrap for an after dinner snack. Chase immediately smells (while he is having his after dinner snack in his booster) the broccoli and cheese combo and tells me, "Mommy, you stink!" Then... more of a pleading "It stinks!" Then... gagging.... crying.... and more gagging and this just went on until the smell evaporated from the kitchen.

Tie for every occasion?

"Do you boys want to go the pool today or to Aunt Heather's?" I ask. A definite Aunt Heather's was the response from both Landon and Chase. Both are very excited to see their cousins. Landon rushes off to his room to get ready to go. He comes out with a t-shirt, mesh shorts, a clip on tie, and is searching for his watch. "I want to wear my tie and watch so I look nice for Heather" he says.

Scan

I got the call from my dr. yesterday about my MRI scan. It is well... good news and bad. Good news is that nothing appears to have torn - my ligaments look great. But there is something funky going on with the front of my minsicus disc which is causing me to have fluid build up around my knee. This is what is causing me all of the pain and discomfort. The temporary fix - a cortizone shot to the knee which will inject anti-inflammatory medicine directly to my knee. This should help with the throbbing at night and general discomfort during the day. If this does not prove to work, I may be looking at another knee surgery. I am praying that I will be lacing up my running shoes by next weekend.

All in a Morning

Today was Landon's day for show and tell and his school. He wanted to bring in sea shells "From Myrtle Beach" he declared as I buckled him into his seat. And off we went to school. He carried those shells in as proud as can be and was so thrilled to be showing off something that was his to the class. I gave him a kiss and walked out feeling like this could be good day. (I was on my way to my MRI appt.), so half day of school for me! As I was sitting at the stop light waiting to make a left hand turn, some dude behind me begins to beep his horn, and flash his lights, scaring the living daylights out of me! He quickly puts his Toyota ForeRunner in park and quickly jumps out of his truck, the pit already in my stomach hits rock bottom as I am frantically trying to figure out what could be the matter. The man runs to the back of my car, pulls something off and comes around to my door. I am quickly trying to find the auto window and no sooner than I had it down, he runs up, hands me my cordless phone from home without a word. I say thanks, he smiles, then nods, and runs back into his car just as the light turned green. Thank you whoever you are, you deserve good karma back to you!

Off to my MRI appt. I have been having major knee issues on my left and after two months of muddling through runs with clenched teeth, decided it was time to really get it checked out. The lady who called my name - can't figure out how to pronounce my last name. "Roemer" I say. "Just like roaming but spelled different" I give a half laugh. She doesn't think it is amusing at all. "Okay" she says, "Take off watches, earrings, beepers, pagers, and any other metal. Do you wear a pace maker?" "No" I say. "Place your belongings in this locker, lock it and take this key with you." I follow her accordingly as her Sergeant-like manner was intimidating. Then she says, "Follow me." I follow her to the MRI room - I knew only because there was a sign on the outside door. She never muttered a word as I tried to keep up with fast clip pace. "Sit here. Take off your flip flops. Swing your legs up here and then lie down. Do you wear a pace maker?" "No." I reply again (thinking it must be part of the preparation - ask twice, just in case). "Here are your ear plugs. Put your leg in here and don't move. This will take about 30 minutes. Oh and here is hand held device - push this button if you need anything or feel like you need to get out."

No sweat - 30 minutes. They move me under a huge hanging table. I begin to look around, check out the ceiling, not moving at all. Then, my little hand held device slips out of my hand and lands on the floor. Whatever, I will get it later. But as I am laying there, I discover that my rings were left on. Immediately I begin to play out all different circumstances in my head. Will the lazers do some funky thing to my rings and then cause an exposion? Will the rings burn up around my finger? She stressed so much about NOT wearing any metal. And now my little button to press is laying on the floor! Panic rushes over me! "Yoooohoooooooo!" I yell and begin to wave my arms. No one notices. "HELLOO!" Again nothing. I wiggle to the edge of the table, quickly finagle picking up my hand held device and promptly hit the button. "Is there a problem?" A voice comes over the loud speaker. "Yes! I still have my rings on!" I yell frantically! "That's not a problem." Oh. I think to myself.

A few minutes later, loud sounds, bumping, more loud sounds, more bumping. Then the door opens, few I think, this is over finally. "You moved your leg" comes a voice from behind. "Do you see where your knee is positioned?" "Uh...yes, I reply." She says, "You cannot move at all. This is going to take longer now." She says with a huff. I apologize and explain about picking up the button device thingy. She tells me it is not even necessary to have it - it's a "just in case thing" she scolded and then briskly walks off. "Oh but I did need it." I mutter under my breath.

I am just glad that experience is over. I will keep you posted on my scan results.