Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Morning message.

Beck a la Weekend at Bernies.
Fishermans hat? Check. South African soccer jersey? Check. Shark trunks? Check. Green Crocs? Double check.

Isn't there something so glorious about being awake before everyone else? And by everyone else I mostly mean Becks since B's been at work for over an hour now. There's just a certain peace about the house, and plenty of time for me to do things like unload the dishwasher or fold a load or two of laundry before I'm chasing after my rough-and-tumble 2-year-old.

Becks has been sleeping on his summer hours schedule. Which means he goes to bed a little later and sleeps until 9am. I know. It's crazy. I made the unfortunate mistake of waking him up around 8:30am the other morning and paid for it the rest of the day from a cranky, hold you mommy kinda kiddo. So now I just let him sleep until I hear him calling from his crib (which I just can't bear to change over to a toddler bed yet), and then he's the most well-rested, enjoyable child compared to his sleep-deprived alter ego. Apparently that extra half hour makes all the difference. And I'm not one to argue with a little more me-time in the morning. Even if me-time is dictated by family responsibilities (nothing like a little checkbook balancin' at 6:45am to get the blood pumpin'!).

I seem to be most productive early in the morning and late at night. As my husband would attest, it's not uncommon for me to start a project after 9pm and expect to have it finished before I go to bed. Like, um, painting a curbside treasure (a window) the most obnoxious shade of yellow and then changing my mind after it was completely covered in canary. (It's black now - I don't think I've shown you a picture of it before...) It's just the way I'm wired. However, this means that my ability to do anything productive between the hours of 9am and 9pm are severely lacking.

My sissies are on their way over for coffee and muffins, so I'm out! Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Birthday Party Pics

Beckham had a wonderful birthday weekend. We opted for a low-key pool party at his Nana and Papa M's house and Beckham loved it. We swam, at a delicious dinner and cake, opened presents and then swam some more. A perfect way to turn two!

How awesome is that cake?! Courtesy of my talented mom!
PS. Nanas & Bobo, how come y'all aren't in any pictures????

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Happy Birthday, Becks!!!!!

We're busy celebrating the 2nd birthday of our favorite boy! Have a great day!

Friday, June 25, 2010

Debbie Downer

If you need to feel better about your week, read about mine...

1. My kid vomitted in the car, remember?

2. My room looked like this yesterday:
3. My family room looked like this:
4. Revist pic #3. My kid is wearing a life jacket with his jammies and is wearing no pants. That, however, is something to smile about. Tripping over that enormous gatorade bottle as I was shooting this picture is not.

5. My computer battery bit the dust. On Monday. So it has to be plugged into the wall at all times as we await the new one. Plus one for me for buying the extended warranty when we puchased it, so the new one is free. But still isn't here yet. Boo.

6. B's car went to the shop yesterday complaining of chest problems (i.e. violent jerking when shifting gears). Turns out it needs open-heart-surgery (i.e. a new transmission) plus a host of other repairs. All to the tune of $3000-$5000. Yes, the car that was inches away from being totalled just a month and a half ago now is on its deathbed yet again. We're in the process of getting a second opinion. Double boo. {Mark my words, we will NEVER own a VW ever again.}

7. I have misplaced 2 packages of stamps.

8. I have been running consistently now for over a month with no body improvement. Argh.

9. My baby will be 2 on Sunday :( Where has the time gone?!

10. I think I have PMS. Bad.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Smokey Mountain Getaway

We left last Wednesday evening for the lakehouse, in an attempt to cut our trip to Sevierville, TN in half because, well, let's just say that Becks can think of one hundred other things he'd rather do than be strapped into a carseat for any time longer than fifteen minutes. And he's not shy about informing us either, as he writhes beneath the carseat straps, loudly wailing. "Get out! Get out! Too tight! Too tight!" The trip to our halfway point to spend the night was uneventful, and Becks loved spending time checking out his Papa's boat and splashing around in the hot tub.

However (and there always has to be a however), the trip the following day was eventful alright. After eating a handful or two of colored goldfish, and then continuing with the "get out!" plea for a solid 30 minutes accompanied by whining and saying "hold you, mommy!" I knew something wasn't right. I could tell he didnt' feel well. And then he was sick, bless his heart, all over himself and his carseat. There's nothing like rainbow colored vomit (remember the goldfish?) on a long car trip in 90 degree whether. It was fun. And smelled terrific. But besides that, the trip was great :)
Becks main goal once we reached our desitination was to go to "Ga-burg" and get ice cream. Of course, we obliged. The cabin we stayed in was actually in Pidgeon Forge, so we took off for Gatlinburg on Saturday morning. And, while I know the tacky, gaudy, air-brushedness of Gatlinburg is all part of its charm, I just couldn't handle the heat or the thousands of people crowding the streets. We were literally there long enough to find a soft-serve place before realizing how miserable all of us were. Tanger outlet mall shopping is much more my style.
Anyway, the bottom line is we had a great time. We spent some great times with our extended family, playing spoons, taming racoons, rocking on the front porch, and eating delicious meals. Becks got to play with his {2nd? 3rd?} cousins, and became particularly fond of little Paisley who recently visited our home.
The trip ended with a breakfast at The Apple Barn (apple julep and apple fritters - yum!) and a visit to Outdoor World. If you need a free field trip for your kiddos (boy or girl) you need to visit this mecca of all things outdoorsy. Becks was in heaven. Between the large mouths swimming around in an aquarium, to the many taxidermied critters on display, to the opportunity to sit on an ATV, this child was in love.
We made it back home on Sunday, but not before a little father-son bonding in the backseat.

PS. Thanks for many of your sweet comments about what to do in Gatlinburg/Pidgeon Forge! We've actually been many times, and are pretty familiar with the fun things to do there. You know how it is though - I didn't want to go advertising that we were going to be out of town, so I scheduled some posts to go up while we were away.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Just hanging out...

It's been a busy week so far! We spent last Wednesday through Sunday out of town, so pictures from our Gatlinburg vacation are soon to come. But, for now, I have several grad school assignments to complete, another vaca to prepare for, and 1st grade school work to do. And, most importantly, a waffle to toast!
Talk to you soon!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Just a big ole mess...



blueberry yogurt...


Spoons? Forks? What are those? Monsters eat with their HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, June 17, 2010


...what I'm doing...

...what I'm reading...

...what I'm listening to...

...what I'm trying not to think about...

...what I love about summer...

Yellow Sun Dress

...what I'm excited about...
Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Target Tactics

It's nothing I'm proud of, but there is no better way to ensure a successful trip around Target than to make the $1.59 purchase of popcorn and a medium soda upon arrival. It's the equivalent of cheap babysitting. And don't judge when I tell you it's only 9:36am. Or that Becks is still in his jammies. Or that he is shoeless (it's part of our culture in this state). Actually, he said the shoes were "too tight" and took them off within minutes of being set in in the basket. I pick my battles.

You better believe that medium softdrink is full of a mixture of Diet Coke and Cherry Coke and that I, quite possibly, let Becks have the tiniest, watered-down sip before I disposed of it on our way out. It was really watered-down. Promise.

And when he's sorted and dumped popcorn between containers a dozen times, leaving a pretty convincing trail behind us as we zoom through the aisles, we then move onto the toys where I "shop" for something to occupy him so I can stave off a meltdown make my way around the second half of the store. Removing it from the cart as I pay for my real items can be rather tricky and involves a strategy known as bribery. That is where the watered-down coke comes in.

Also, he is pretty much obsessed with this $130 Buzz Lightyear toy that does a little demo from a plastic cage trying to entice weary parents into the blackhole of overpriced playthings. I just let him press the button a few times and move on before Buzz's lazer eyes hypnotize me into buying him for my son for his birthday. {Stop. The. World. He will be TWO next week. Just passed out.}

This is what a kid looks like after his first taste of caffeinated wonderfulness. Really watery caffeinated wonderfulness.


What are your best-kept-secrets for motoring through a store with a baby, toddler, or small children in tow? Surely you're not as bad a mommy as I am ;)

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Eye Doctor Day=We all need some sedatives!!!

Here it goes... Today was Tripp's eye appointment.  We were supposed to be going in to get both of the contacts taken out and to get 2 new ones put in (you cannot imagine how totally AWFUL this process is).  I had nervous stomach all morning.  There is no way to describe what he has to go through to have this done- but I will try my hardest.  First, I want to tell you that I have tried everything in my power to get some type of conscious sedation.  But the doctor said that it can't be done in the "office."  Tripp's pediatrician, Dr. Lisa Defusco... (who has been awesome from day one) even called the ICU doctor at Ochsner to try and get some kind of "anesthesia" for him so that he wouldn't have to go through this every month (or every time the contacts come out).  But right now, nothing has happened- so we had to go to our appointment and I guess just "suck it up" another time.

When the doctor first comes in, he takes a look at his eyes (for this part, Tripp is the best angel baby in the whole wide world- he just looks at him with the light shining in his eyes and smiles).  When he looked, he said he could see the contact in the left eye, but he didn't see the one in the right eye (which is his bad eye- the one with the big blister on it).  Before go on, I want to tell you that the actual doctor has never had to put the contacts in his eyes before- it's always been the resident that is there who does it.  I love this doctor- he is very concerned and has been very accommodating to us since day one, BUT I was very happy that he was going to be the one who was going to try and replace the contact this time (because he's never seen HOW traumatic the situation really is).  Maybe next time he will try a little harder to get some type of sedative for him, or agree to do the change-outs in the OR.

SO, he decided that we would leave the left eye alone, since it looks good- but he wanted to check the right eye and see if the contact was still in and if so, then change it out.  Usually they just do the procedure right there in the exam room with him on my lap holding him down (well, with 3 of us holding him down).  But today, he wanted to bring him back into the procedure room where there was a padded table to lay him on.  Ok, now get this- they tell me I can't go back there with him.   HA HA HA HA HA.  So, there have not been many times that I've left my child alone- and this was not going to be one of them.  I told them I was going no matter what- where HE goes, MOMMY goes.  They didn't give a fight at all.

So we laid him down on the table (I will not even discuss what went on with one of the residents and I, because I will probably say something not nice).  See, the problem is THIS- If this was your child, would you let three people hold him down while he gets SO upset that he has trouble breathing and starts turning a tad bit blue??  Not to mention the fact that HOLDING him down while he's trying his hardest to push you away, causes FRICTION.  And friction in EB=blisters.  Or the fact that it's 400 degrees in those exam rooms and he's sweating BEFORE you even start holding him down.  Heat and sweating in EB= blisters.  (Just so ya know.) Get him some DARN sedation, already!!!

Anyway... enough of my rampage.  The first time we hold him down, they put the speculum in and he takes a Q-tip and digs through his eye to find the contact.  It was still in there (which I was almost certain of, because if not he would have had such an abrasion that he wouldn't be able to open his eye).  So he gets it out.  Then the second time we hold him down, he puts the speculum in and tries to get the contact in.  No success.  So we let him rest, then the resident who is here this month (whom I LOOOOOOVE- he is so kind and so gentle with Tripp) comes in to help.  So the THIRD time we hold him down they finally get it in.  All I could think about was them taking my baby in this room without me in here.  Why would they even WANT to do that.  By this time, he is sweating bullets and can hardly catch his breath.  It is heart wrenching to watch.  Ok, this may be vulgar, but this is for anyone who has never seen a speculum in an eye.  I just want to show you what's looking up at me while this is going on.
(FYI: this is NOT Tripp's eye. Ha)
Sorry for that... just wanted to give you an idea.  Anyway, on a brighter note.... I have the cutest, smartest, funniest baby in the whole world.  O my goodness, he is such a blessing.  Every day he gets cuter and smarter and funnier!!! I could just eat him up.  I just don't understand how a child that is going through so much on a day to day basis can possibly be this good.  Thank you, God... for my little miracle. 

My little eye roller (which we highly discourage now that the contacts are in)... 
but sometimes he just feels the need, I guess.

Oh, and PS... I wanted to thank everyone for their comments and wanted to answer you guys about probiotics.  He had been on the probiotics for a few months... and then for some reason I had stopped them (don't ask why... negligent mother, I guess!)  But I started them back about 3 days into the "diarrhea episode."  So hopefully that helped a little.  And from now on, he will stay on them, no matter what.  But I don't know if they would have helped the diarrhea or not... I guess we will see if there is a next time!!  Thanks you guys!!


Monday, June 14, 2010


Ok I know it's been awhile... I'm sorry.  Here's what's been going on.  Last week, Tripp started breathing bad.  We changed out his trach several times, but nothing helped.  When we suctioned and suctioned and weren't getting much.  So I called and got an appointment with the ENT.  She looked down his trach and said his secretions were so thick that she could hardly even see the sore underneath.  She said she thought that he had an upper respiratory infection and wanted to start him on antibiotics and then go back up to the higher dose of steroids and taper back down.  I wasn't crazy about starting the antibiotics because he never does well on them.  But by the way he was breathing, I said okay.

So he started on antibiotics that he was supposed to be on for 10 days.  Well after the 2nd day, he started with massive diarrhea.  I immediately stopped the antibiotic and called the pediatrician.  I gave him pedialyte and rice cereal. The diarrhea lasted about 5 days (therefore he got almost NO calories for that time)... and it just stopped "somewhat" yesterday.  It was EXHAUSTING.  I must have changed his diaper every 5-10 minutes for a good two days.  We could barley keep up with diapers.  And my poor baby... his bottom is already raw, so any little amount of poo-poo burned him immediately.  And this just made his bottom even worse.

But the worst part is that I think just going up on the steroids helped his breathing, so he really probably didn't even need the antibiotics.  He had a horrible week for nothing!  But, o well.  We had to at least try.  His breathing got better within 2 days on the high dose of steroids, so I'm guessing that maybe his sore under his trach was getting bigger and needed some shrinking down.

So as of today, the diarrhea is better and the breathing has good days and bad.  The last few nights haven't been great, so I am exhausted and honestly just in a really bad FUNK.  I apologize.  I will try and update again as soon as I can.  I love you all and thanks for all the support!  We truly need it!


Little stinker. Literally.

Humbling is walking through Target with your verbal, almost-two-year-old, as he clearly proclaims to all patrons:

Mommy farted.

Like a broken record, the little goose continued professing that I passed gas while strolling through the diaper aisle, as I looked around to be sure no one was listening. Of course, I denied it because I did not, in fact, fart. I don't even know where he heard that word. Probably his daddy. Then, he sweetly tilted his head to the side, smiled, patted his heiney and said, Beckham tooted. Placing the blame on my mommy - totally another inherited trait from his father. Little stinker.

Wedding Weekend #1

We've been in Louisville all weekend attending the wedding of one of my BFFs, Amy. I had the honor of being a bridesmaid, and it was fun to escape for a weekend away child-free (though I don't think I can even tell you how much I missed Becks while we were gone!). It was super fun to get all dolled up with B and stay in a fancy hotel. FYI: I can barely type due to the set of fake nails I have yet to take off.

Pay no attention to the state of my frizzball hair in the above picture. It was a humid 90 degrees the entire time we were there and my attempt at a little curl went all frizztastic on me the night of the rehearsal dinner. It was a valiant effort, nonetheless.

Here are some pics of the absolute gorgeous bride. Really, she could have been modeling for a magazine.

The bride and her groom, Ryan.

Me and B mugging for the camera.

Me and my bestie, Allison. You're next sister!!!!!

Hope y'all had a great weekend!