Little boys are gross and love all things gross. It's a proven fact. Google it ;)
Logan (9) feels like it's his job to turn every possible situation into something gross or inappropriate. Songs are changed to add bodily functions. Pictures are only finished when blood and death have been added. And no school writing assignment is safe from some sort of other disgusting thing his little boy mind can come up with!
Today it was the male anatomy. God help me.
The boys and I had a discussion about the proper names for parts of the male anatomy. This was not the first time we had ever gone over this. It was more of a review. Logan was all red-face and giggles through the entire conversation. A little while later I was in the basement doing laundry when he came down the stairs barely able to speak through his laughter. He told me he had come up with a great plan! Since he was sure Evelyn has no idea what *Insert male body part here* means, he was going to tell her it meant a flower or something and start referring to her as that.
At this point I tried to crawl into the dryer and hide...
Not really. I told him that it was highly inappropriate to call his sister a *male body part* and that those kind of words were not OK to make jokes about.
And then I crawled in the dryer to hide!
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Thursday, November 15, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
First Day of Homeschool
On Tuesday we started school again and I can already tell things are going to be a lot better this year! Last year my heart wasn't really into homeschooling. I felt frustrated and unqualified. I thought for sure that I had failed them but I was pleasantly surprised when, at the end of the school year, both the boys did amazingly well on their tests!
After talking to some public school teachers and some fellow homeschoolers I was really encouraged! I'm more sure than ever that homeschool is the right choice for our family and I feel challenged to be a better teacher.
I also have met some other moms who are starting to homeschool for the first time this school year. Some of them are looking to me for advice but I've found myself feeding off their excitement and ideas!
This year my goals are:
When I got frustrated last year I think I let my negative attitude affect my entire view of homeschool. Somehow I've gotten back to the way I felt when we first decided that homeschool was right for us.
I love being able to choose what my kids learn and when they learn it.
I love that they don't have to be exposed to the things that are happening in the public schools.
And I LOVE being able to have my gang at home with me during the day.
I love homeschool.
After talking to some public school teachers and some fellow homeschoolers I was really encouraged! I'm more sure than ever that homeschool is the right choice for our family and I feel challenged to be a better teacher.
I also have met some other moms who are starting to homeschool for the first time this school year. Some of them are looking to me for advice but I've found myself feeding off their excitement and ideas!
This year my goals are:
- To be more sensitive to my kid's different learning styles.
- Make school as fun as possible
- Take the kids to some new field trip locations
- Be successful in teaching science and history without a curriculum (for the first time)
- Most importantly I want to be more positive.
When I got frustrated last year I think I let my negative attitude affect my entire view of homeschool. Somehow I've gotten back to the way I felt when we first decided that homeschool was right for us.
I love being able to choose what my kids learn and when they learn it.
I love that they don't have to be exposed to the things that are happening in the public schools.
And I LOVE being able to have my gang at home with me during the day.
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| Ethan (10) 6th grade |
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| Logan (9) 4th grade |
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| Evelyn (6) 1st grade |
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| Houston (3) Likes to play with toys :) |
Monday, August 27, 2012
Logan's Miracle Birth Story Part 2
Logan's Miracle Birth Story Part 2
*Read part 1 here
Jonathan and I had done some research on the procedure the night before and asked the doctor if the last attempt could be done while I had an epidural to relax my body. The doctor, who had done successful versions before, agreed.
Because I was getting a spinal/epidural they moved me to an operating room. Only one person was allowed in the operating room, so I took my mom, as she was less likely to pass out and Jonathan hung out in the waiting room.
Moments after they started the last attempt I felt a warm wet feeling go down my legs. I asked the doctor if she had broken my water. She lifted up the sheet covering my legs and said, "No. That wasn't your water breaking. Somethings wrong and I'm going to have to get the baby out right now!" I found out later that the warm feeling was blood.
At this point I freaked out a little. In my mind, if I was able to feel the warmth on my legs I was going to be able to feel them cutting me! I stated begging them to not let me feel it. My doctor said, "Sarah, if you didn't feel what I just did to you you're not going to feel anything!"
Within minutes they had Logan out and he was fine. They let me see him for a little while and then whisked him out. Jonathan (who had no idea what was going on) said he was just sitting in the waiting room reading when a nurse rolled a new baby past that he thought looked like he could be our kid.
The doctors told me later that while they were attempting the version that last time, I had a placenta abruption.
"Placenta abruptio is the separation of the placenta (the organ that nourishes the fetus) from its attachment to the uterus wall before the baby is delivered."
All the pushing and pulling had ripped the placenta right from my uterus.
I lost a lot of blood and had to have a blood transfusion but besides that we were all OK and we had our sweet, healthy baby boy.
After my initial freakout I had an amazing peace during the surgery. I remember saying, "Thank you Jesus" while I lay on the operating table. If the abruption would have happened in triage I'm not sure if Logan would have lived through it. I know for sure that God has His hand on us and it's only because of Him that things turned out alright.
*Read part 1 here
Jonathan and I had done some research on the procedure the night before and asked the doctor if the last attempt could be done while I had an epidural to relax my body. The doctor, who had done successful versions before, agreed.
Because I was getting a spinal/epidural they moved me to an operating room. Only one person was allowed in the operating room, so I took my mom, as she was less likely to pass out and Jonathan hung out in the waiting room.
Moments after they started the last attempt I felt a warm wet feeling go down my legs. I asked the doctor if she had broken my water. She lifted up the sheet covering my legs and said, "No. That wasn't your water breaking. Somethings wrong and I'm going to have to get the baby out right now!" I found out later that the warm feeling was blood.
At this point I freaked out a little. In my mind, if I was able to feel the warmth on my legs I was going to be able to feel them cutting me! I stated begging them to not let me feel it. My doctor said, "Sarah, if you didn't feel what I just did to you you're not going to feel anything!"
Within minutes they had Logan out and he was fine. They let me see him for a little while and then whisked him out. Jonathan (who had no idea what was going on) said he was just sitting in the waiting room reading when a nurse rolled a new baby past that he thought looked like he could be our kid.
The doctors told me later that while they were attempting the version that last time, I had a placenta abruption.
"Placenta abruptio is the separation of the placenta (the organ that nourishes the fetus) from its attachment to the uterus wall before the baby is delivered."
All the pushing and pulling had ripped the placenta right from my uterus.
I lost a lot of blood and had to have a blood transfusion but besides that we were all OK and we had our sweet, healthy baby boy.
After my initial freakout I had an amazing peace during the surgery. I remember saying, "Thank you Jesus" while I lay on the operating table. If the abruption would have happened in triage I'm not sure if Logan would have lived through it. I know for sure that God has His hand on us and it's only because of Him that things turned out alright.
Logan's Miracle Birth Story Part 1
Today is Logan's 9th birthday. When I think about the miracles that I've seen in my life I always think about Logan and how from the beginning God had His hand on him. And on us...
Logan's Miracle Birth Story Part 1
Even after the first positive pregnancy test I wasn't sure I was really pregnant. I had most of the common signs but I was also having some complications - I was spotting. But after taking another test and then having the pregnancy confirmed by my doctor I thought we were in the clear. But I kept spotting. It got to the point that my doctor sent me to have an ultrasound.
I went to the appointment by myself and the technician told me that although she could see where the baby should be...she only saw pooled blood and no baby. She then asked me to get dressed and wait for her in her office. When she came back in she told me that from what she saw she thought I was in the process of a miscarriage and that I should go home and relax. I asked some people from church to pray.
After a few more days and no miscarriage my doctor sent me for a series of blood tests. One of the reasons pregnant women are so nauseous in the beginning is because typically every 72 hours the pregnancy hormone (hCG) is doubling. I had blood drawn every day to see if my hCG levels were normal. They weren't. My doctor said that after a miscarriage women still have a hCG in their bodies. She wanted me to go back for another ultrasound.
At this point I was still spotting (and would continue for the first few months) but this time the ultrasound technician not only saw a baby but a heart beat too!
After that point things were pretty normal. Right up until a few weeks before my due date.
Two weeks before my due date we found out that the baby was transverse (side ways). I tried not to worry because we still had some time and spent the next week doing some research. We tried everything to get the little stinker to turn! I even tried doing a head stand with no luck.
With a little over a week my doctor offered to try an external version. Basically I would go to the hospital where an experienced doctor would try and turn the baby manually. I was really scared but we decided to give it a try and called my pastors to ask them to pray.
With my mom and Jonathan there to support me, they tried to do the version in the triage. While laying on my back, 2 doctors pushed and pulled on the baby from the outside and tried to get him to turn. It was one of the most terrible feelings I've ever had! (The second would come later). In order for it to work, I needed to try and lay still and relaxed. With all the pressure though, I was vomiting and have trouble breathing. Jonathan was getting faint from watching and had to leave the room. When I started to pass out they gave me a break and said we would try again 1 more time.
This is where God stepped in...
Logan's Miracle Birth Story Part 2
Logan's Miracle Birth Story Part 1
Even after the first positive pregnancy test I wasn't sure I was really pregnant. I had most of the common signs but I was also having some complications - I was spotting. But after taking another test and then having the pregnancy confirmed by my doctor I thought we were in the clear. But I kept spotting. It got to the point that my doctor sent me to have an ultrasound.
I went to the appointment by myself and the technician told me that although she could see where the baby should be...she only saw pooled blood and no baby. She then asked me to get dressed and wait for her in her office. When she came back in she told me that from what she saw she thought I was in the process of a miscarriage and that I should go home and relax. I asked some people from church to pray.
After a few more days and no miscarriage my doctor sent me for a series of blood tests. One of the reasons pregnant women are so nauseous in the beginning is because typically every 72 hours the pregnancy hormone (hCG) is doubling. I had blood drawn every day to see if my hCG levels were normal. They weren't. My doctor said that after a miscarriage women still have a hCG in their bodies. She wanted me to go back for another ultrasound.
At this point I was still spotting (and would continue for the first few months) but this time the ultrasound technician not only saw a baby but a heart beat too!
After that point things were pretty normal. Right up until a few weeks before my due date.
Two weeks before my due date we found out that the baby was transverse (side ways). I tried not to worry because we still had some time and spent the next week doing some research. We tried everything to get the little stinker to turn! I even tried doing a head stand with no luck.
With a little over a week my doctor offered to try an external version. Basically I would go to the hospital where an experienced doctor would try and turn the baby manually. I was really scared but we decided to give it a try and called my pastors to ask them to pray.
With my mom and Jonathan there to support me, they tried to do the version in the triage. While laying on my back, 2 doctors pushed and pulled on the baby from the outside and tried to get him to turn. It was one of the most terrible feelings I've ever had! (The second would come later). In order for it to work, I needed to try and lay still and relaxed. With all the pressure though, I was vomiting and have trouble breathing. Jonathan was getting faint from watching and had to leave the room. When I started to pass out they gave me a break and said we would try again 1 more time.
This is where God stepped in...
Logan's Miracle Birth Story Part 2
Friday, June 8, 2012
Baboon butts and strawberries
This week I've had a little taste of what it must feel like to be a single mom. Jonathan and Ethan went on a father/son camping trip with our church group. So not only was I missing the help from my husband but also my biggest helper, Ethan.
Logan was too young to go on the trip (you had to be 10) and he was feeling a little left out so I wanted to make sure we stayed as busy as possible while they were gone.
Our fist big outing was a trip to the zoo. Our local zoo isn't really great but they recently added a new Africa section that we were all excited to see. The lions were pretty cool and the elephants were having fun in the mud. Aaannnd then we got to the baboons. If you can't remember what baboons look like let me give you a quick reminder...
Uh huh...Yeah. Now you remember? Well as adults we have this awesome thing called a filter. My kid's filters are apparently still developing. Because while we were standing among a group of people checking out the zoo's new baboons, these were the things that they were saying in their most non-quiet voices..
Mom! Look at those things BUTTS!
Logan! Did you see that ones BUTT!?
Mom! Why are their BUTTS so red and bumpy?
BUTTS! BUTTS! BUTTS!
If that wasn't bad enough, Logan asked me which baboons were boys and which were girls. I told him that I didn't know. That wasn't enough of an answer for him though.
Logan: How do the people at the zoo know if the baboons are boys or a girls?
Me: Probably the same way we can tell if humans are boys and girls.
Logan: But they don't grown their hair long like ladies and cut it short like men. So how can they tell?
Me: The other way you can tell if someone is male or female. *By this point I noticed a few people listening to our conversation.*
Logan: *Blank stare* How?
Me: Uhhh...We'll have to talk about this when we get home.
The next day we went out to breakfast and then we went strawberry picking for the first time.
It was pretty anti-climatic...Until I tasted one! There is no comparing strawberries you can buy at Wegmans to these beauties. My first though was, "So this is what a strawberry is supposed to taste like!" They were super sweet and juicy.
I'm in love. I may even have a developing addiction.
The ones we bought that first day were gone in hours so today I drove a half hour away to pick some more strawberries. Well, to have my gang do most of the picking for me. While we were picking we watched each other's backs as westole test tasted the strawberries. After having the kids check my teeth for evidence before I went to pay, I thought we had covered our tracks up pretty well. That was until we got to the counter and I looked over to see Houston's face and shirt covered with strawberry juice! Your sin will find you out. :/
I don't really have any big plans for this bunch. Probably not going to be making jam or anything. Basically I just plan on eating them until my face is as red as a baboon's....Never mind.
Logan was too young to go on the trip (you had to be 10) and he was feeling a little left out so I wanted to make sure we stayed as busy as possible while they were gone.
Our fist big outing was a trip to the zoo. Our local zoo isn't really great but they recently added a new Africa section that we were all excited to see. The lions were pretty cool and the elephants were having fun in the mud. Aaannnd then we got to the baboons. If you can't remember what baboons look like let me give you a quick reminder...
Uh huh...Yeah. Now you remember? Well as adults we have this awesome thing called a filter. My kid's filters are apparently still developing. Because while we were standing among a group of people checking out the zoo's new baboons, these were the things that they were saying in their most non-quiet voices..
Mom! Look at those things BUTTS!
Logan! Did you see that ones BUTT!?
Mom! Why are their BUTTS so red and bumpy?
BUTTS! BUTTS! BUTTS!
If that wasn't bad enough, Logan asked me which baboons were boys and which were girls. I told him that I didn't know. That wasn't enough of an answer for him though.
Logan: How do the people at the zoo know if the baboons are boys or a girls?
Me: Probably the same way we can tell if humans are boys and girls.
Logan: But they don't grown their hair long like ladies and cut it short like men. So how can they tell?
Me: The other way you can tell if someone is male or female. *By this point I noticed a few people listening to our conversation.*
Logan: *Blank stare* How?
Me: Uhhh...We'll have to talk about this when we get home.
The next day we went out to breakfast and then we went strawberry picking for the first time.
It was pretty anti-climatic...Until I tasted one! There is no comparing strawberries you can buy at Wegmans to these beauties. My first though was, "So this is what a strawberry is supposed to taste like!" They were super sweet and juicy.
I'm in love. I may even have a developing addiction.
The ones we bought that first day were gone in hours so today I drove a half hour away to pick some more strawberries. Well, to have my gang do most of the picking for me. While we were picking we watched each other's backs as we
I don't really have any big plans for this bunch. Probably not going to be making jam or anything. Basically I just plan on eating them until my face is as red as a baboon's....Never mind.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Braces yourself!
I can already tell it's going to be one of those kind of nights. I figured I might as well embrace it so I'm in bed...but armed with my laptop, nook, and a huge water bottle.
Sooooo...Want to know why I can't sleep? Let me tell you about the awesomeness that was my day.
The good:
Logan brushed his teeth before bed last night and instead of putting his toothbrush away he left it right in the sink. This morning Jonathan heard Houston tell Evelyn, "Logan left his toothbrush in the sink so I spit on it cause he never lets me play with his DS."
See, Houston was last in line to brush his teeth. When he saw Logan's toothbrush in the sink he saw revenge!
*I'm still laughing about this! Who knew he was such a little stinker!*
The bad:
All the kids had dentist appointments today. As we were getting ready to leave all 3 boys said they didn't have any socks to wear. Jonathan says it's because they're all dirty. I say it's because they don't have many socks left because Bruno (the dog) is always eating them! Whatever the reason, we had to stop at the store on the way to the dentist to buy the kids new socks. We fail at parenthood :/
The ugly:
Because we were sock shopping we were late to the dentist.
First 3 kids were good. No cavities. Then it was Ethan's turn.
*When the dentist wants to talk to you in private...run! I should have run out the dang door.
She says he has a cavity. She also says he need braces. Even though he's only 10 and hasn't lost all his baby teeth yet they want to start him on "phase 1". After she explained why they're so important for him and blah, blah, blah she sent me over to talk to the money girl.
*When they send you to talk to the money girl...RUN!
Money girl is whispering and smiling while she talks to me. I think it's because she was trying to hypnotize me. Or maybe she was trying to get me in a happy place before she told me it was going to cost us $5,500!!! I think after that she may have been explaining their payment plan or something but all I heard was, $...deposit...$...monthly...$.... At one point Ethan walked over and started to rub my back. Then money girl asks if I'd like an appointment in 2 weeks... No! Do you have anything open...after I win the lottery?
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So now I sit here and think. And think. It could be so much worse. At least we have insurance (for as little as they'll help). And I'm thankful that this is our biggest medical "issue" right now. We're all healthy and happy. And we'll be OK.
Now if I can just get my brain to believe it I'll be all set :)
Sooooo...Want to know why I can't sleep? Let me tell you about the awesomeness that was my day.
The good:
Logan brushed his teeth before bed last night and instead of putting his toothbrush away he left it right in the sink. This morning Jonathan heard Houston tell Evelyn, "Logan left his toothbrush in the sink so I spit on it cause he never lets me play with his DS."
See, Houston was last in line to brush his teeth. When he saw Logan's toothbrush in the sink he saw revenge!
*I'm still laughing about this! Who knew he was such a little stinker!*
The bad:
All the kids had dentist appointments today. As we were getting ready to leave all 3 boys said they didn't have any socks to wear. Jonathan says it's because they're all dirty. I say it's because they don't have many socks left because Bruno (the dog) is always eating them! Whatever the reason, we had to stop at the store on the way to the dentist to buy the kids new socks. We fail at parenthood :/
The ugly:
Because we were sock shopping we were late to the dentist.
First 3 kids were good. No cavities. Then it was Ethan's turn.
*When the dentist wants to talk to you in private...run! I should have run out the dang door.
She says he has a cavity. She also says he need braces. Even though he's only 10 and hasn't lost all his baby teeth yet they want to start him on "phase 1". After she explained why they're so important for him and blah, blah, blah she sent me over to talk to the money girl.
*When they send you to talk to the money girl...RUN!
Money girl is whispering and smiling while she talks to me. I think it's because she was trying to hypnotize me. Or maybe she was trying to get me in a happy place before she told me it was going to cost us $5,500!!! I think after that she may have been explaining their payment plan or something but all I heard was, $...deposit...$...monthly...$.... At one point Ethan walked over and started to rub my back. Then money girl asks if I'd like an appointment in 2 weeks... No! Do you have anything open...after I win the lottery?
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So now I sit here and think. And think. It could be so much worse. At least we have insurance (for as little as they'll help). And I'm thankful that this is our biggest medical "issue" right now. We're all healthy and happy. And we'll be OK.
Now if I can just get my brain to believe it I'll be all set :)
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Mom is running away...to Wegmans.
Jonathan: What do you want to do tonight?
*Houston has been whining non-stop for the past half hour*
Me: I'm thinking about running away!
Logan: Are you going to Wegmans?
Me: Just because I'm running away doesn't mean I'm going to Wegmans! What if I want to go somewhere else cool like Chuck E Cheese?
Logan: Nope. Too expensive.
Me: True. True.
I want to lay down and do snow angels in the middle of all this beautiful produce!
*Houston has been whining non-stop for the past half hour*
Me: I'm thinking about running away!
Logan: Are you going to Wegmans?
Me: Just because I'm running away doesn't mean I'm going to Wegmans! What if I want to go somewhere else cool like Chuck E Cheese?
Logan: Nope. Too expensive.
Me: True. True.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!
I love my little boys. Although I am so thankful God blessed me with a girl, where would a mom be without her little boyfriends? Houston just started telling me that he loves me. It's a lot better then his new trick of calling people wiener heads. Sometimes he speaks the truth... It melts my heart. Almost as much as Logan asking if he can take my hair down for me while we cuddle on the couch, or when Ethan told me that he's sure I was beautiful when I was 18. I mean, I'm living everyone women's dream. Being surrounded by 3 little men who love you even when you don't let them sleep in your bed or play video games all day! It doesn't get any better then that ladies!
So Jonathan and I like to take our kids out individually on "dates" sometimes. It's a nice way to bond with 1 child and to make them feel special. Lately I've been taking the older boys to musicals. I want them to a) be able to appreciate good music and b) not to be one of those guys who think taking a lady to the Olive Garden is the big time! I do love me some Olive Garden though!... So far we've been to see Phantom, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (both at a local high school), and last night we went to see The Lion King on tour.
Jonathan and I went to see it the last time it was in our city and knew that the next time it came we would try and bring the boys. We had pretty good seats (on the main level) and as soon as the first elephant walked down the isle beside us, I knew they were going to love it :) Ethan laughed out loud a bunch of times but Logan only did when Pumbaa used the word "fart"... Hey, you can dress um up...Afterwards they both said they really enjoyed it. Mary-Liz (her and her husband came with us) and I really enjoyed thedancers bodies dancing. Really A. Maz. Ing. And to top it all off, Todd bought them ice cream cones!
I love music. All kinds. If you were to look at the songs that are on my ipod you would find some Etta James, Brittany Spears (Don't judge me), MC Hammer (you can't touch this), and a bunch of other slightly less embarrassing artists. I'm no music snob. If I like a song, the vocals, the lyrics, then I don't care what the genre is or who sings it.Sometimes a lot of times when I hear someone with a beautiful voice sing, I get a little teared up. Can you remember the first time you heard the woman playing Christine (in The Phantom) hit that incredible note? Or the first time you heard Defying Gravity? I can. And I want to share those special times with my children.
So Jonathan and I like to take our kids out individually on "dates" sometimes. It's a nice way to bond with 1 child and to make them feel special. Lately I've been taking the older boys to musicals. I want them to a) be able to appreciate good music and b) not to be one of those guys who think taking a lady to the Olive Garden is the big time! I do love me some Olive Garden though!... So far we've been to see Phantom, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (both at a local high school), and last night we went to see The Lion King on tour.
Jonathan and I went to see it the last time it was in our city and knew that the next time it came we would try and bring the boys. We had pretty good seats (on the main level) and as soon as the first elephant walked down the isle beside us, I knew they were going to love it :) Ethan laughed out loud a bunch of times but Logan only did when Pumbaa used the word "fart"... Hey, you can dress um up...Afterwards they both said they really enjoyed it. Mary-Liz (her and her husband came with us) and I really enjoyed the
I love music. All kinds. If you were to look at the songs that are on my ipod you would find some Etta James, Brittany Spears (Don't judge me), MC Hammer (you can't touch this), and a bunch of other slightly less embarrassing artists. I'm no music snob. If I like a song, the vocals, the lyrics, then I don't care what the genre is or who sings it.
Friday, January 28, 2011
An open letter to Dr. Dobson
Dear Dr. Dobson,
I've recently finished reading you books "Bringing Up Boys/Girls" and I was left feeling a little disappointed. Although you had great points and good advice, I don't think you have much experience in dealing with children like mine. Interesting children full of thedevil "personality" and spunk. Children who don't fit into the mold. Children like my Logan.
Logan was playing Foosball the other night, and after bending down to pick up a dropped ball, was hit in the eye with one of the poles. We put ice on it and he seemed fine on the drive home. As soon as we pulled into the driveway that all changed. He insisted on being the one to tell his dad what happened and soon after he did, the crying started. He cried ALL. NIGHT. LONG. And if we heard the words "My eye hurts" once, we heard it 10,000 times, until I finally had to threaten death. We are not bad parents. We did everything we could to help. We iced it, gave him Tylenol, and prayed. But the doctors office was closed and we couldn't do any more till morning.
In the morning I called his Doc. but couldn't get in till 1:20pm. I almost didn't make it... Logan had decided that it hurt to even open his "good eye" and had to walk around like a little blind boy! I had to lead him to the table for breakfast and even give him his shower. I was sure that he was just doing it for show and had to be peeking at some points. One look inside the bathroom when he was finished told me just how dedicated he was to this blind act. I was so relieved to finally get him to the doctor. I was counting on him to help me convince Logan that it was OK to open the uninjured eye. Fail.... The Doc. said he did scratch his eyeball on the right eye, and that is was very common for kids not to want to open the eye that wasn't injured. God help me! As we left the office I tried not to laugh as Logan walked right into the glass door, or when he fell multiple times at home because he would not open his good eye! I even felt a little bit guilty for letting him put on a girls top when he asked for some PJs. (I didn't let him suffer long)
Thankfully this only lasted until the next morning when the desire to play video games pushed him back into the world of the seeing again, and me back into the world of the sane :/
So Dr. Dobon (Dr. of normal children), I was really hoping that by reading your books I would have some knowledge of what to do and say at times like these. Instead I learned what to do when they talk back to an elder, or what to say when your son wants to wear a dress to school. Not any real "where I live" kind of advice you know? So maybe in your next book you can add things like "What to do when your son insists on playing blind, and pees all over your bathroom floor" and other helpful subjects like these.
Looking forward to the next book,
Sarah
I've recently finished reading you books "Bringing Up Boys/Girls" and I was left feeling a little disappointed. Although you had great points and good advice, I don't think you have much experience in dealing with children like mine. Interesting children full of the
Logan was playing Foosball the other night, and after bending down to pick up a dropped ball, was hit in the eye with one of the poles. We put ice on it and he seemed fine on the drive home. As soon as we pulled into the driveway that all changed. He insisted on being the one to tell his dad what happened and soon after he did, the crying started. He cried ALL. NIGHT. LONG. And if we heard the words "My eye hurts" once, we heard it 10,000 times, until I finally had to threaten death. We are not bad parents. We did everything we could to help. We iced it, gave him Tylenol, and prayed. But the doctors office was closed and we couldn't do any more till morning.
In the morning I called his Doc. but couldn't get in till 1:20pm. I almost didn't make it... Logan had decided that it hurt to even open his "good eye" and had to walk around like a little blind boy! I had to lead him to the table for breakfast and even give him his shower. I was sure that he was just doing it for show and had to be peeking at some points. One look inside the bathroom when he was finished told me just how dedicated he was to this blind act. I was so relieved to finally get him to the doctor. I was counting on him to help me convince Logan that it was OK to open the uninjured eye. Fail.... The Doc. said he did scratch his eyeball on the right eye, and that is was very common for kids not to want to open the eye that wasn't injured. God help me! As we left the office I tried not to laugh as Logan walked right into the glass door, or when he fell multiple times at home because he would not open his good eye! I even felt a little bit guilty for letting him put on a girls top when he asked for some PJs. (I didn't let him suffer long)
Thankfully this only lasted until the next morning when the desire to play video games pushed him back into the world of the seeing again, and me back into the world of the sane :/
So Dr. Dobon (Dr. of normal children), I was really hoping that by reading your books I would have some knowledge of what to do and say at times like these. Instead I learned what to do when they talk back to an elder, or what to say when your son wants to wear a dress to school. Not any real "where I live" kind of advice you know? So maybe in your next book you can add things like "What to do when your son insists on playing blind, and pees all over your bathroom floor" and other helpful subjects like these.
Looking forward to the next book,
Sarah
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