Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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!
Monday, September 28, 2009
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.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
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.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Hot, Hot, Hot!
It has just been plain hot here in SC since we have returned from NY. We have been bouncing from the lake to the pool with squirt guns in between! Today we took the boys to the Panthers football practice in Charlotte today (pics to come) and we could barely stand for five minutes without sweat dripping down... well, everywhere! After naps, we took the boys to the YMCA pool where they had an absolute blast. Landon could not get up the stairs fast enough to take another turn down the water slide. Even Chase went down a few times. I asked Chase today how old he will be in April and he tells me five. But I can see with his "I can do anything that Landon can do" attitude, he really believes that he is 2 going on 5.
And finally, after tucking Chase in tonight, I was walking out the door and told him that I loved him. He told me that he loves me "older" with his million-dollar-smile. Sometimes he is just plain edible!
And finally, after tucking Chase in tonight, I was walking out the door and told him that I loved him. He told me that he loves me "older" with his million-dollar-smile. Sometimes he is just plain edible!
Monday, August 03, 2009
Wow! What a vacation!
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Toddler Time?
I took the boys over to Toddler Time (which is a time set up for 3-5 year olds) at our local library. We were in luck yesterday - a policeman was coming in to talk to the kids and answer questions they may have had. After a few silly songs and books, the officer wandered in, in what seemed like street clothes (except for his belt full of "gadgets"). He pulled up a chair and looked all the kids straight in the eye. After a brief introduction, he began something like this, "Have you heard of jail before? It's not a fun place to be. Does anyone know what our job is?" Silence and stares. "Our job is to chase down bad people and when we catch them they go to jail. Do you think that they have tv's in jail? Nintendo's? Can they play outside? Would you want to go to jail?" More silence and quick shakes of heads from the children. "And we have dogs on our force too. Do you know what their job is? They have these incredible noses that can sniff out drugs. You don't ever want to do drugs - they are bad for you. You can go to jail for doing drugs. I am going to show you my taser, and pass around my handcuffs..." We left shortly after that.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Fourth of July!
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Melts my heart...
"I ah you mommy" said Chase.
"What buddy?" I say.
He repeats, "I ah you mommy."
You love me?
Yes.
"What buddy?" I say.
He repeats, "I ah you mommy."
You love me?
Yes.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Southern boy
We went to the pool today after our morning errands. We were all playing in the big pool when Chase jumped out, lips purple, and said he was cold and wanted to go home. Our temps "dipped" to about 84 degrees today along with a nice breeze. I think I have a true southern boy on my hands - I may have to break out the winter coat when we go up to NY this summer.
Monday, June 29, 2009
I Jump High!
And so I am realizing rather quickly how different Chase's personality is from Landon. Landon was/is always so cautious...watching, absorbing his surroundings before he joins into a group or takes the "plunge" into any activity. Chase reminds me often of how daring and risky he is. He loves to sit in the rocking chairs on the front porch, lean to one side on the arm of the chair so the other side lifts off of the ground, only to quickly lean back to the other side to set the chair back down just-in-time. Tonight we took a walk to the park and the boys were playing. Chase was running through the tunnels and Landon was climbing... until he fell off a ladder. As we were tending to Landon, Chase took a running leap, and did a free fall from about a 4 foot drop. I even heard his little body hit the ground. He was definitely hurt and upset, and as I picked him up from the ground, brushed him off, and did a quick examination, making sure that there was nothing broken, he declared through his tears, "I jump high!"
Sunday, June 28, 2009
A lake, a boat, and two spotters?
Andy and I have been anxious to get out to ski and wakeboard with the boys on board. So, yesterday after many jumps off the boat and a brief football throwing session, we decided to give it a try. I went overboard first and with review mirror in place, along with Landon in the passenger seat and Chase on Andy's lap, it was a success! I taught Landon the hand signals and told him that most importantly, tell daddy if mommy falls! Things were good. Then Andy's turn. I admit I was a bit nervous about driving the boat, watching the boys, and oh yeah, making sure Andy wasn't being pulled through the water by his ankle, but again, we had fun and Andy got his wakeboarding fix in for this weekend anyway!
A cool 94.4 degrees
I was getting my running shoes laced up yesterday after being out on the lake and knew that it was hot out. How hot exactly? 94.4 degrees in the shade. But for SC, that is actually considered cool when there isn't a ton of humidity. So, I took my jog anyway and surprisingly, there were many others who also thought it wasn't so bad.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Then Landon... "Look what I have Chase" and then runs away. Then Chase... "Whaaaaaaa!!!!!!" Then he runs in and points and says something like "Nandon". And it goes on and on. Taking toys, teasing, running away, more teasing, more taking....
Today, I decided that maybe (just maybe) they would be little angels for me while I went to get my violin tuned up and ready to go for the one moment that I may get in the next 18 years to play. So I took them into the the music store which has a ton of fun little gadgets including $500 dollar violins that are dangling off of the wall at just the right height that little 2 and 4 year olds can reach (a money maker perhaps?). So as I am talking with the very nice man-behind-the-counter, the boys were plucking away at what I thought was a keyboard in the back. But as I wandered to the back, I realized that there was no keyboard... they were swinging the violins back and forth on their hangers and plucking on the cello strings that was sitting on the floor. We left quickly but not before Landon chased Chase to where he tripped and hit his head on the floor.
But I am leaving you with a picture of the two of them at a moment in time that they could be sweet to each other.
Meet me in St. Louie!
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