Hello! Welcome to Bitchfest 2010. I am your host, Nicole.
Every part of my body aches from the massive sinus infection that has taken over my body. I am coming off of an intensely busy weekend, and have a rough week ahead of me.
Wah wah wah.
Brody is having surgery tomorrow morning and I am so paranoid that he's going to get sick. Okay, I am afraid all of the kids will get sick and I will have to juggle everyone's needs and I hate prioritizing my children. It seems cruel.
Once again I will make my call to the masses, I NEED HELP! I NEED ANOTHER ONE OF ME!
Gosh, with all the smartypants out there, you think they could take time from there search of antidotes to incurable diseases, and read my blog, and create a clone of me, or a robot personal assistant, or something.
I'm kidding.
Unless there is a smartypants out there reading this that is looking for such a side job. In that case, email me pronto, por favor.
For those of you who have had front row seats for Bitchfest, bravo, you are sure getting your money's worth!
(Okay, I'll admit that I would not be getting through it all without you select few that have checked in on me. I owe you. You know who you are.)
And as for the rest of you, who have been forced into Bitchfest against your will, well thanks for you patronage. I swear I am a happy, fun loving gal deep down, but life is literally emptying its bowels in my world right now. It's great.
Have I ever told you I am sarcastic? Some people don't like sarcasm.
In all seriousness, I know things can always get worse. I know there are many other people going through much more, and far greater difficulties. I know I am being a brat. I get it. We just have an awful lot on our plates, and there seems to be more added every day. Waking up sick was the most recent.
Until I just got interrupted writing by a phone call from Nathan telling me he had to have oral surgery tomorrow.
I couldn't make this stuff up.
And on that note, I'd like to make an official announcement that Bitchfest 2010 will be extended due to popular demand.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Dear Nate (On Your Sixth Birthday)
My Sweet Baby Nate,
I'm sure I've told you before, but that name has stuck. Sweet baby Nate. Six years ago today, I can say was the scariest and yet one of the happiest days of my life.
It was scary because of how sick you were, and how close we were to losing you. It was happy, because I got to see you and meet you for the first time, and Nate we waited so long to meet you.
I know we tell you often how special you are (and I'm not just talking about your cool two different colored eyes here, bud) because you fought so hard when you were so little. I believe more and more every day that you fought so hard to live because you have so much to teach this world. Your mind is one of a kind Nate-o. You are creative. Okay, that may be an understatement. You are wildly, fantastically, out of this universe creative. I have learned in the past six years, that your brain works on a different frequency than most people. Sometimes others may not get that, and that is okay. Be true to yourself and let that wonderful mind work its magic. This is a great gift.
You are a ball full of energy. I have no idea how you do it Nate, but you can go on and on and on and just keep on going. I love to watch you go.
This year you graduated preschool, and started kindergarten. Those are both such big milestones in your life. You have moved effortlessly through these transitions. I am filled with pride when I hear the things your teachers and classmates have to say about you. My heart swells, Nate, because they can see the same special inner glow that I can. You are thoughtful, witty, helpful, caring, smart and oh boy are you funny.
Nate, I am pretty sure you will have the best and most interesting stories for me to tell my grandchildren someday. You have kept me on my toes, but I could not ask or have wished for anything else with you.
I imagine your life will be full of adventure. I know you are going to want to soak up this world we live in and explore and experience all there is in it, and when you are done with our world, I undoubtedly know you will move on to the universe.
You can not be contained my dear, sweet, baby Nate.
I am so proud to have been given the great honor of being your mother. I love you, my six year old boy. I can not wait to see how much you will grow this next year.
I wish for you to have the very happiest birthday.
I love you so very much!
Love,
Mommy
I'm sure I've told you before, but that name has stuck. Sweet baby Nate. Six years ago today, I can say was the scariest and yet one of the happiest days of my life.
It was scary because of how sick you were, and how close we were to losing you. It was happy, because I got to see you and meet you for the first time, and Nate we waited so long to meet you.
I know we tell you often how special you are (and I'm not just talking about your cool two different colored eyes here, bud) because you fought so hard when you were so little. I believe more and more every day that you fought so hard to live because you have so much to teach this world. Your mind is one of a kind Nate-o. You are creative. Okay, that may be an understatement. You are wildly, fantastically, out of this universe creative. I have learned in the past six years, that your brain works on a different frequency than most people. Sometimes others may not get that, and that is okay. Be true to yourself and let that wonderful mind work its magic. This is a great gift.
You are a ball full of energy. I have no idea how you do it Nate, but you can go on and on and on and just keep on going. I love to watch you go.
This year you graduated preschool, and started kindergarten. Those are both such big milestones in your life. You have moved effortlessly through these transitions. I am filled with pride when I hear the things your teachers and classmates have to say about you. My heart swells, Nate, because they can see the same special inner glow that I can. You are thoughtful, witty, helpful, caring, smart and oh boy are you funny.
Nate, I am pretty sure you will have the best and most interesting stories for me to tell my grandchildren someday. You have kept me on my toes, but I could not ask or have wished for anything else with you.
I imagine your life will be full of adventure. I know you are going to want to soak up this world we live in and explore and experience all there is in it, and when you are done with our world, I undoubtedly know you will move on to the universe.
You can not be contained my dear, sweet, baby Nate.
I am so proud to have been given the great honor of being your mother. I love you, my six year old boy. I can not wait to see how much you will grow this next year.
I wish for you to have the very happiest birthday.
I love you so very much!
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Keeping It Real
Today I am determined to tackle the overflow of life that is suffocating my house.
Here is my counter top. This is the counter top that suffers the most. See that pile of papers to the left? I need them all. They all must be dealt with/mailed/filed away. See that big ol' Verizon bag? I have that out because I must fill out rebate slips, mail them and put the boxes away and file the contract agreements. Oh that huge yellow bag? That would be the prizes and a few other things for Nate's massive birthday party this weekend. When I say massive, I mean I am hosting an army of children. It is a carnival themed party. I have outdone myself with this one folks. Under that bag, you will see just a few of the visible coupons I must sort through.
Behind that stuff, is our mail sorter (ha) with the mail I have yet to sort through. There is also my bottle of ibuprofen so my ankle doesn't swell. I need that. It needs to be accessible at all times, okay at least every 4-6 hours. There is hair stuff I put in the boys hair before school. There is a necklace that I have yet to put away. I normally take off my jewelery and put it right into my jewelery box, but it landed on this special counter because Keira was mad I had it on, she wanted to wear it, and to get her out of temper tantrum mode I just took it off. It was my great grandmothers. I wasn't about to see those beads all over my floor. I would have freaked.
Suffice it to say, this is one counter. I now have two children bringing me massive amounts of paperwork every day. I have another child who has piles of paperwork for other reasons. (Most recently it has been the piles of things from his doctor about his surgery. He is having surgery next week.
The kids toy boxes are overflowing. I need to get rid of toys. I need them to get rid of toys with me. We are never around together long enough to accomplish this. Isn't that sad? Between school and sports and homework and appointments, and parties we are not home together long enough to go through four toy boxes.
Did I mention I have a massive army of children and family and friends coming to my house Saturday? Did I mention I have 72 cupcakes to make? That I have frosting to make to go on top of said cupcakes? That I have to finish making things for the party itself? That I still have one more back to school night to go to this week? That Ty has football practice this week? That he has football practice during Nate's party (that gem was dropped on me Monday.) That Ty went through a growth spurt and outgrew his brand new pants and shoes? That I still have a broken ankle? Can you tell I am in full blown crazy mode??? How fast this post went from my "I am determined to tackle life's overflow" to me writing it all down and getting overwhelmed. I had good intentions.
I need a freaking personal assistant.
Here is my counter top. This is the counter top that suffers the most. See that pile of papers to the left? I need them all. They all must be dealt with/mailed/filed away. See that big ol' Verizon bag? I have that out because I must fill out rebate slips, mail them and put the boxes away and file the contract agreements. Oh that huge yellow bag? That would be the prizes and a few other things for Nate's massive birthday party this weekend. When I say massive, I mean I am hosting an army of children. It is a carnival themed party. I have outdone myself with this one folks. Under that bag, you will see just a few of the visible coupons I must sort through.
Behind that stuff, is our mail sorter (ha) with the mail I have yet to sort through. There is also my bottle of ibuprofen so my ankle doesn't swell. I need that. It needs to be accessible at all times, okay at least every 4-6 hours. There is hair stuff I put in the boys hair before school. There is a necklace that I have yet to put away. I normally take off my jewelery and put it right into my jewelery box, but it landed on this special counter because Keira was mad I had it on, she wanted to wear it, and to get her out of temper tantrum mode I just took it off. It was my great grandmothers. I wasn't about to see those beads all over my floor. I would have freaked.
Suffice it to say, this is one counter. I now have two children bringing me massive amounts of paperwork every day. I have another child who has piles of paperwork for other reasons. (Most recently it has been the piles of things from his doctor about his surgery. He is having surgery next week.
The kids toy boxes are overflowing. I need to get rid of toys. I need them to get rid of toys with me. We are never around together long enough to accomplish this. Isn't that sad? Between school and sports and homework and appointments, and parties we are not home together long enough to go through four toy boxes.
Did I mention I have a massive army of children and family and friends coming to my house Saturday? Did I mention I have 72 cupcakes to make? That I have frosting to make to go on top of said cupcakes? That I have to finish making things for the party itself? That I still have one more back to school night to go to this week? That Ty has football practice this week? That he has football practice during Nate's party (that gem was dropped on me Monday.) That Ty went through a growth spurt and outgrew his brand new pants and shoes? That I still have a broken ankle? Can you tell I am in full blown crazy mode??? How fast this post went from my "I am determined to tackle life's overflow" to me writing it all down and getting overwhelmed. I had good intentions.
I need a freaking personal assistant.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Football
Today. All week. Times people shouldn't be up yet on a weekend.
Football is consuming our lives. My car permanently smells of sweaty football pads. I wash football clothes more than I'd like to count in a week.
Football football football.
FOOOOOOOOTBALLLLLLLLLLL.
That being said, here's some other things I have learned this morning.
1. I felt the need to straighten my hair before football.
2. I really want to chop my hair off.
3. I will not chop my hair off because I know I would regret it two hours after I did it.
4. Keira is significantly easier at games than either Nate or Brody ever was.
5. I really, really like the other parents on the team.
6. I am pretty excited that after 2 1/2 years with them, I can remember 47% of their names, 75% of the time.
7. I yell at games
8. I do not yell in a mean way, I yell in a "Go Wakefield", "Lets go boys", " Get back on D", "Get that ball", "Watch the pass", "Throw that kid to the ground", "Hit him harder" kind of way.
9. I am joking about the last two.
10. kind of.
11. I am loud.
12. I am one of 3 moms that yell this loud.
13. That doesn't bother me or (thankfully) Ty.
14. For all of the complaining I do about the time suck that is football, the excitement of the games is well worth it.
15. Football is pretty great.
Football is consuming our lives. My car permanently smells of sweaty football pads. I wash football clothes more than I'd like to count in a week.
Football football football.
FOOOOOOOOTBALLLLLLLLLLL.
That being said, here's some other things I have learned this morning.
1. I felt the need to straighten my hair before football.
2. I really want to chop my hair off.
3. I will not chop my hair off because I know I would regret it two hours after I did it.
4. Keira is significantly easier at games than either Nate or Brody ever was.
5. I really, really like the other parents on the team.
6. I am pretty excited that after 2 1/2 years with them, I can remember 47% of their names, 75% of the time.
7. I yell at games
8. I do not yell in a mean way, I yell in a "Go Wakefield", "Lets go boys", " Get back on D", "Get that ball", "Watch the pass", "Throw that kid to the ground", "Hit him harder" kind of way.
9. I am joking about the last two.
10. kind of.
11. I am loud.
12. I am one of 3 moms that yell this loud.
13. That doesn't bother me or (thankfully) Ty.
14. For all of the complaining I do about the time suck that is football, the excitement of the games is well worth it.
15. Football is pretty great.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Somber
~ Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. ~
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Oh Wouldn't It Be
Loverly. It is loverly.
This is the song I have been singing to Keira since she was days old, because it always calmed her, and later made her smile, and later made her laugh.
The boys all sing it to her (in their best British accents, which is funny in itself) when she is upset.
Basically this song is more than just a song now in our house, to our Keira.
Yesterday, while getting ready to take a bath, I was singing it to Keira and I sang "Oh wouldn't it be.." and do you know what happened next?
Can you guess?
C'mon, play along. Guess.
Did you guess?
She (She being my little baby girl) sang right one cue... "Loverly"
It may not have sounded like loverly to a random person (because honestly what 17 month old uses the word loverly in their daily vocabulary? Okay, what adult uses the word loverly in their daily vocabulary? Okay I don't believe it is even a word because spell check is hating on this post in a big way right now.
BUT, My heart swelled so much at that moment I thought it could burst right out of my chest. So I cried (what else does one do when their heart swells so much?) and I clapped, and I made her sing it with me over and over and over and over, until she refused to do it any more, and was all "BUBBLES! BUBBLES! BUBBLES!"
So the point is, you will soon see a video of Keira singing this song, and maybe in another 6 months, okay maybe a year, you will see her singing the whole thing without me, and you will surely hear me blubbering like a crazy fool in the back round, because my heart will have finally exploded.
This is the song I have been singing to Keira since she was days old, because it always calmed her, and later made her smile, and later made her laugh.
The boys all sing it to her (in their best British accents, which is funny in itself) when she is upset.
Basically this song is more than just a song now in our house, to our Keira.
Yesterday, while getting ready to take a bath, I was singing it to Keira and I sang "Oh wouldn't it be.." and do you know what happened next?
Can you guess?
C'mon, play along. Guess.
Did you guess?
She (She being my little baby girl) sang right one cue... "Loverly"
It may not have sounded like loverly to a random person (because honestly what 17 month old uses the word loverly in their daily vocabulary? Okay, what adult uses the word loverly in their daily vocabulary? Okay I don't believe it is even a word because spell check is hating on this post in a big way right now.
BUT, My heart swelled so much at that moment I thought it could burst right out of my chest. So I cried (what else does one do when their heart swells so much?) and I clapped, and I made her sing it with me over and over and over and over, until she refused to do it any more, and was all "BUBBLES! BUBBLES! BUBBLES!"
So the point is, you will soon see a video of Keira singing this song, and maybe in another 6 months, okay maybe a year, you will see her singing the whole thing without me, and you will surely hear me blubbering like a crazy fool in the back round, because my heart will have finally exploded.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Two Steps Forward
Today Brody and I met with his ENT at Children's Hospital. I went into this meeting with a lot of conviction, and ready to pull out all the stops to do what was necessary to help Brody.
The doctor was in total agreement that tubes are necessary, and I didn't even need to push the subject.
After looking at Brody's tonsils, and discussing his lack of sore throats/strep throat and the fact that the tonsils are not connected to the ears, we decided to hold off on those.
The doctor then used a scope with a camera on the end to go up Brody's nose and check out those pesky adenoids. He did great, and stopped any whimpering when I promised him I would get him a cookie when he was done.
Brody's doc said his adenoids were large and she felt good about taking them out since he would already need anesthesia with the tubes.
Brody goes in for surgery two weeks from today.
The doctor was in total agreement that tubes are necessary, and I didn't even need to push the subject.
After looking at Brody's tonsils, and discussing his lack of sore throats/strep throat and the fact that the tonsils are not connected to the ears, we decided to hold off on those.
The doctor then used a scope with a camera on the end to go up Brody's nose and check out those pesky adenoids. He did great, and stopped any whimpering when I promised him I would get him a cookie when he was done.
Brody's doc said his adenoids were large and she felt good about taking them out since he would already need anesthesia with the tubes.
Brody goes in for surgery two weeks from today.
Monday, September 13, 2010
An Ankle Is a Terrible Thing To Waste
Hello, my name is Nicole. I am 29 years old and I fractured my ankle.
How does a 29 year old do such a thing? Well if you are me, you do it by doing absolutely nothing. One minute I was grabbing some socks so I could go for a run, the next I was on the floor rolling, unable to speak from excruciating pain. As I was rolling and writhing in pain (this went on for a good fifteen minutes) Brody and Keira took turns standing over me, staring, wide eyed and open mouthed. No complete words came out of my mouth, and if they did they were completely unintelligible.
When I was finally able to see beyond the stars and fog that were clouding my vision, I crawled over to get my phone and told Nathan. I assured him I probably just sprained it badly, and after a few minuted I'd feel better. I then called my mom and told her the same thing. After I hung up the phone, I stupidly attempted to be wonder woman and walk on it, during which time I was convinced I would never walk again, or run again, and that meant I would be a bitter, depressed, fat mother of four, who could never play sports in the yard with her children, or go for bike rides, or go hiking.
I know. Super self absorbed, but it is the honest to god truth of what I was thinking. I then called my mom back and asked her to take me to the hospital and if it wasn't too much to ask, find a way to keep Brody and Keira entertained for a bit.
I begged the nurses and doctors to get me out as quickly as possible, because this of course was happening at a time when I already feel so busy that my head may spin off at any given moment. I threatened them with taking over my schedule if they did not fix me and do it fast.
An x-ray and a doctor later I found out ligaments in my ankle pulled off the bone, and when they did this, pieces of bone got pulled off with them. This is known as an avulsion fracture. Now because I can not do anything normally, and I need to spice things up, my inner ankle fractured a larger chuck of bone and it is sitting right on top of my joint. What does this mean? Hopefully nothing. What could this mean? If this fragment moves at all, it would be into my joint which will cause very bad pain. It would have to be removed surgically.
Until then I am on crutches until I can put weight on my foot, a bandage and an air cast. In four weeks I will go back to my Orthopedic Dr and reevaluate, (new x-ray, etc) at which time we will decide what to do next.
I need to say folks, this past weekend was soccer and football debut weekend. It was also a weekend of two birthday parties, and gig via the kids' agency, and general chaos on top of all of that. I could not have done any of it without the help of my family. Nathan stepped up to the plate in a big way, my mom had a previously scheduled play date with Keira, but she also kept Ty for the day Saturday. Nathans mom took Brody and Nate saturday afternoon through sunday afternoon. I was able to basically keep my foot elevated, and let my pain medicine take effect, and trust me I needed it.
I have had so many dear friends offer their help to me, and I want to thank you all. Many of you have asked what I have needed, and I think meals are going to be the most helpful. Nathan did some basic grocery shopping for me, and his sister is going for me later this week. Football parents have generously offered to help with pick up/drop off for Ty. (Oh, because I forget to mention this is my right ankle and I can not drive.)
Anything that keeps me off my feet longer is helpful.
So thank you to those that have reached out, for those who have helped. I feel so completely blessed to have your support.
I am a control freak and like to micro manage everything. This is very difficult for me. I feel frustrated and stressed out. I am literally getting by with a little help from my family and friends.
I know this is only temporary and this too shall pass, but at the moment, it seems permanent and debilitating. I will get through it, but it will be tough.
I am keeping my fingers crossed for the best, and am willing that bone fragment to stay in place.
Until then, who has some fun ideas to make crutches cool?
And don't forget to enter to win a three pack of BrytonPicks for you and/or your family! They are amazing!
How does a 29 year old do such a thing? Well if you are me, you do it by doing absolutely nothing. One minute I was grabbing some socks so I could go for a run, the next I was on the floor rolling, unable to speak from excruciating pain. As I was rolling and writhing in pain (this went on for a good fifteen minutes) Brody and Keira took turns standing over me, staring, wide eyed and open mouthed. No complete words came out of my mouth, and if they did they were completely unintelligible.
When I was finally able to see beyond the stars and fog that were clouding my vision, I crawled over to get my phone and told Nathan. I assured him I probably just sprained it badly, and after a few minuted I'd feel better. I then called my mom and told her the same thing. After I hung up the phone, I stupidly attempted to be wonder woman and walk on it, during which time I was convinced I would never walk again, or run again, and that meant I would be a bitter, depressed, fat mother of four, who could never play sports in the yard with her children, or go for bike rides, or go hiking.
I know. Super self absorbed, but it is the honest to god truth of what I was thinking. I then called my mom back and asked her to take me to the hospital and if it wasn't too much to ask, find a way to keep Brody and Keira entertained for a bit.
I begged the nurses and doctors to get me out as quickly as possible, because this of course was happening at a time when I already feel so busy that my head may spin off at any given moment. I threatened them with taking over my schedule if they did not fix me and do it fast.
An x-ray and a doctor later I found out ligaments in my ankle pulled off the bone, and when they did this, pieces of bone got pulled off with them. This is known as an avulsion fracture. Now because I can not do anything normally, and I need to spice things up, my inner ankle fractured a larger chuck of bone and it is sitting right on top of my joint. What does this mean? Hopefully nothing. What could this mean? If this fragment moves at all, it would be into my joint which will cause very bad pain. It would have to be removed surgically.
Until then I am on crutches until I can put weight on my foot, a bandage and an air cast. In four weeks I will go back to my Orthopedic Dr and reevaluate, (new x-ray, etc) at which time we will decide what to do next.
I need to say folks, this past weekend was soccer and football debut weekend. It was also a weekend of two birthday parties, and gig via the kids' agency, and general chaos on top of all of that. I could not have done any of it without the help of my family. Nathan stepped up to the plate in a big way, my mom had a previously scheduled play date with Keira, but she also kept Ty for the day Saturday. Nathans mom took Brody and Nate saturday afternoon through sunday afternoon. I was able to basically keep my foot elevated, and let my pain medicine take effect, and trust me I needed it.
I have had so many dear friends offer their help to me, and I want to thank you all. Many of you have asked what I have needed, and I think meals are going to be the most helpful. Nathan did some basic grocery shopping for me, and his sister is going for me later this week. Football parents have generously offered to help with pick up/drop off for Ty. (Oh, because I forget to mention this is my right ankle and I can not drive.)
Anything that keeps me off my feet longer is helpful.
So thank you to those that have reached out, for those who have helped. I feel so completely blessed to have your support.
I am a control freak and like to micro manage everything. This is very difficult for me. I feel frustrated and stressed out. I am literally getting by with a little help from my family and friends.
I know this is only temporary and this too shall pass, but at the moment, it seems permanent and debilitating. I will get through it, but it will be tough.
I am keeping my fingers crossed for the best, and am willing that bone fragment to stay in place.
Until then, who has some fun ideas to make crutches cool?
And don't forget to enter to win a three pack of BrytonPicks for you and/or your family! They are amazing!
Friday, September 10, 2010
Fabulous Friday
So because it is Friday, and because I am a klutz a rolled my ankle this morning which resulted in an unscheduled ER visit, a fractured ankle, crutches, and an air cast for the next month (yeah this is my life) not to mention on what could possibly be my busiest weekend of my life so far, and because I need something to cheer me up, (was that enough reasons) I am happy to announce that I am giving away a three pack of BrytonPicks to not one but three of my dear, loyal readers.
Isn't it so much more fun to read about a product, and then get to use it yourself... for FREE?
If you have a family, and hate old school flossing as much as I did, because lets be honest it takes forever and can be kind of difficult wrangling yourself in different positions to get in between a wiggling kid's teeth, then you will absolutely love this product. And if you do not have a family of your own and do not wrangle children and practice body contortion-ism to floss their teeth, well that is just fine too. You can still get three of them and have three months of cutting edge flossing all to your self. Eat broccoli and spinach without fear. It is the cool thing to do. Trust me. I'm the one bringing back air casts and crutches. Just you wait, next week you'll see all the kids sporting the injured ankle look.
What to do to win this fabulous product that you never knew you needed until you have it, and then can't picture your life without it?
Why that is what I am here for. To tell you just that.
First make sure you are a follower of my blog. See that little button over there to the right? It says "FOLLOW", go ahead and click it. Then leave me a comment telling me you did. Already a follower? Leave a comment saying so. That is worth one entry.
Post a link to this Fabulous Friday giveaway courtesy of BrytonPick on your blog, facebook, twitter, or social media of choice. Leave me a comment telling me you did so.
That will get you two entries per link.
Contest is open until noon EST Thursday September 16, 2010
Three winners will be chosen at random by random.org
How easy is that?
I feel better already.
Isn't it so much more fun to read about a product, and then get to use it yourself... for FREE?
If you have a family, and hate old school flossing as much as I did, because lets be honest it takes forever and can be kind of difficult wrangling yourself in different positions to get in between a wiggling kid's teeth, then you will absolutely love this product. And if you do not have a family of your own and do not wrangle children and practice body contortion-ism to floss their teeth, well that is just fine too. You can still get three of them and have three months of cutting edge flossing all to your self. Eat broccoli and spinach without fear. It is the cool thing to do. Trust me. I'm the one bringing back air casts and crutches. Just you wait, next week you'll see all the kids sporting the injured ankle look.
What to do to win this fabulous product that you never knew you needed until you have it, and then can't picture your life without it?
Why that is what I am here for. To tell you just that.
First make sure you are a follower of my blog. See that little button over there to the right? It says "FOLLOW", go ahead and click it. Then leave me a comment telling me you did. Already a follower? Leave a comment saying so. That is worth one entry.
Post a link to this Fabulous Friday giveaway courtesy of BrytonPick on your blog, facebook, twitter, or social media of choice. Leave me a comment telling me you did so.
That will get you two entries per link.
Contest is open until noon EST Thursday September 16, 2010
Three winners will be chosen at random by random.org
How easy is that?
I feel better already.
The BrytonPick
My family recently tested out a great product, that is both convenient and incredibly easy to use.
When the opportunity presented itself for my family to test this product I jumped at the chance. If you have ever tried flossing your children's teeth you surely understand why. This product claimed to be easy to use, and it is. Not only did my nine and five year old use it with ease, but once shown how, and under my supervision, my two year old also was able to use it.
What the BrytonPick is: A handy little boomerang shaped tool that has flexible, soft, rounded stainless steel ends, which bend and move between your teeth to clean. Each package comes with its own reusable carrying case.
What I love about the product: The BrytonPick comes in a variety of different colors. In my house, this means each family member can have their own color, and avoid confusion.
The Brytonpick is easy to clean, and since it is reusable for up to thirty days, I am saving money on floss (and my time, because have I mentioned how hard it is flossing my kids teeth with regular dental floss?)
The carrying case fits easily into any credit card slot in a wallet or purse, it can come with you anywhere.
I am a stickler for good dental hygiene, and I encourage my children to as well. Flossing is an essential part of this, and this is what I would consider a huge step forward on the flossing front.
My nine year old is due for braces in about a year, and I fully plan on stocking up on these for the duration of his braces experience. I am happy to say that the BrytonPick will be a permanent resident in our family.
Looking to pick one up and try it yourself?
Check out any of the following stores: Meijer, C&S, Kinney Drugs, Kinray Distributor, Save Mart, A&P, Pathmark, CVS, Walgreen, Others
When the opportunity presented itself for my family to test this product I jumped at the chance. If you have ever tried flossing your children's teeth you surely understand why. This product claimed to be easy to use, and it is. Not only did my nine and five year old use it with ease, but once shown how, and under my supervision, my two year old also was able to use it.What the BrytonPick is: A handy little boomerang shaped tool that has flexible, soft, rounded stainless steel ends, which bend and move between your teeth to clean. Each package comes with its own reusable carrying case.
What I love about the product: The BrytonPick comes in a variety of different colors. In my house, this means each family member can have their own color, and avoid confusion.
The Brytonpick is easy to clean, and since it is reusable for up to thirty days, I am saving money on floss (and my time, because have I mentioned how hard it is flossing my kids teeth with regular dental floss?)
The carrying case fits easily into any credit card slot in a wallet or purse, it can come with you anywhere.
I am a stickler for good dental hygiene, and I encourage my children to as well. Flossing is an essential part of this, and this is what I would consider a huge step forward on the flossing front.
My nine year old is due for braces in about a year, and I fully plan on stocking up on these for the duration of his braces experience. I am happy to say that the BrytonPick will be a permanent resident in our family.
Looking to pick one up and try it yourself?
Check out any of the following stores: Meijer, C&S, Kinney Drugs, Kinray Distributor, Save Mart, A&P, Pathmark, CVS, Walgreen, Others
Monday, September 6, 2010
Hello Autumn
It is early in the morning. I can feel autumn's chilly air whipping through my house, reaching out through my open windows to make herself known. She is telling me to soak up the last moments of summer, because she is bringing with her promises of light sweaters, and falling leaves, and rich colors.
I love the change of season in New England. Each season is so distinct, and although I usually look forward to that change a few weeks before it actually happens, when it is finally here I mourn the chance to do all of the things that have filled up my life from the season ending. I will miss freeze pops that melt so fast that half of it is drinkable, and the sticky rainbow colored faces that follow. I will miss the sweaty hair matted heads, and dirty feet from running around outside barefoot. I will miss impromptu trips to Breakheart to cool off, watching the kids have contests holding their breath under the water, chasing the ducks, their excitement over spotting a fish, and their grand plans to capture one, I will miss gathering there on some days with so many of our friends, and taking over the "small side". I will miss beach days where the children are free and build cities of sand castles, I will miss jumping over the waves, I will miss the healing power of the cold water on scorching hot days, and I will miss sitting, watching the kids have so much fun, and the amazing talks with friends that have come to mean so much to me, with the sun beating down on me.
This summer has been filled to the brim with love, laughs and fun. I am already looking forward to the opportunities next summer will bring, and anticipating all that next summer will contain.
For now though, I am zipping up my hoodie this morning, and considering making some hot tea. I am dreaming of apple picking and leaf pile jumping, pumpkin bread and watching the colors of the many trees around me change into warm reds, burnt orange and golden yellows. I am looking forward to spending Saturdays on the soccer field and Sundays on the football field, watching my boys have fun. I am looking forward to long walks with friends, and playground dates where the kids don't get so hot that we have to leave.
Goodbye Summer of 2010, Hello Autumn.
I love the change of season in New England. Each season is so distinct, and although I usually look forward to that change a few weeks before it actually happens, when it is finally here I mourn the chance to do all of the things that have filled up my life from the season ending. I will miss freeze pops that melt so fast that half of it is drinkable, and the sticky rainbow colored faces that follow. I will miss the sweaty hair matted heads, and dirty feet from running around outside barefoot. I will miss impromptu trips to Breakheart to cool off, watching the kids have contests holding their breath under the water, chasing the ducks, their excitement over spotting a fish, and their grand plans to capture one, I will miss gathering there on some days with so many of our friends, and taking over the "small side". I will miss beach days where the children are free and build cities of sand castles, I will miss jumping over the waves, I will miss the healing power of the cold water on scorching hot days, and I will miss sitting, watching the kids have so much fun, and the amazing talks with friends that have come to mean so much to me, with the sun beating down on me.
This summer has been filled to the brim with love, laughs and fun. I am already looking forward to the opportunities next summer will bring, and anticipating all that next summer will contain.
For now though, I am zipping up my hoodie this morning, and considering making some hot tea. I am dreaming of apple picking and leaf pile jumping, pumpkin bread and watching the colors of the many trees around me change into warm reds, burnt orange and golden yellows. I am looking forward to spending Saturdays on the soccer field and Sundays on the football field, watching my boys have fun. I am looking forward to long walks with friends, and playground dates where the kids don't get so hot that we have to leave.
Goodbye Summer of 2010, Hello Autumn.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Recovery
I am better this morning. Thanks for all the good thoughts and well wishes sent my way. I had a great venting session with one of my great friends, and blocked out the screeching and noise coming from the boys' new game, bowling with all of my canned goods. While cleaning the said canned goods, Brody got his hands on a box of brownie mix and ate through the bag. He said he wasn't eating it, he was just licking it. He also fed some to his sister, being the nice brother that he is. While cleaning the brownie mix, Keira dumped my glass of water and then for added fun smashed the glass onto the table. I then gave up on the day. I got the kids together, dropped Ty off at the football field at 530pm, cursed Earl for not being a stronger storm to cancel that practice altogether, went home and waited anxiously, I mean patiently for Nathan to come home. He finally did at 630, he took a shower and as soon as he sat down I informed him I had to go to the grocery store. He got Brody and Nate ready for bed, I took Keira, and we bought a few things. Then, because the day warranted it, we sat in the car, parked in front of the football field, and ate cheez-its while watching Ty finish up his practice in the rain.
Now I will tell you I was good. I didn't eat a lot. Just a handful. It instantly made me feel better (I know Jillian and Bob are tssk tssk-ing me for saying that.) Keira and I got out of the car and splashed in puddles. Because what better way to end a horrible no good very bad day then to splash in puddles?
Today, I'm going to be honest, my schedule is beyond crazy, BUT today is a new day. Today I am determined to come out on top, and I will.
Now I will tell you I was good. I didn't eat a lot. Just a handful. It instantly made me feel better (I know Jillian and Bob are tssk tssk-ing me for saying that.) Keira and I got out of the car and splashed in puddles. Because what better way to end a horrible no good very bad day then to splash in puddles?
Today, I'm going to be honest, my schedule is beyond crazy, BUT today is a new day. Today I am determined to come out on top, and I will.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Grr
I am having a hard day. I am at least an hour behind schedule today. My kids are refusing to listen. I wish you could understand how I am feeling. I wish there was a way for me to accurately portray my frustration and emotions.
Brody has learned to lock the bathroom door. Do you know how difficult it is to reason with a two year old? To convince him to unlock a door. To hear things being taken out and tossed about and not being able to stop it? And oh when you hear water being sloshed, that's an added bonus. Super fun times.
My lovely daughter's screeching has seemed to reach an all time high today, just for some added umph to my building headache. I don't think she wants to talk. I think she enjoys the ticking of my head because the latest screech is still reverberating in my skull. Seriously y'all I am taking breaks from typing to hold my head steady because it. won't. freaking. stop ticking.
Ty and Nate decided that while I am so wrapped up in my Michael J Fox impressions (sorry, too tasteless? even as I wrote that I went oooohhh maybe not a good joke Nicole) that they would take the opportunity to pummel each other with the nearest objects within reach, and this has resulted in my house looking like a damn bomb went off. So here I am holding my head to stop the ticking and tripping over the remnants of the latest battle and trying to explain that I've had enough, but then the pterodactyl starts her screeching at just that moment, so that drowns out my voice.
H to the ELP.
Did I mention that according to Ty's football coaches, practicing while a hurricane is off the coast is a good idea. Yup, so I have that going for me tonight.
Who's bringing me the wine? If I try to go into a liquor store with my damn head ticking and wobbling while walking because I obviously have post traumatic stress from the catastrophe that is my house, I am certain they will think I am way past the point of needing alcohol. I think they would definitely classify me as being "in the red." (Thanks T.I.P.S. class!)
Also, if it were not for the fact that we have been too busy to go grocery shopping for oh... the past week and a half, I would have eaten my feelings today. I guess I should be grateful for that. What I wouldn't give for some comfort food right now. Okay, what I wouldn't give to lock myself in the bathroom (Brody does it, why can't I?) with a box of cheez-its, a bowl of ice cream (with sprinkles), some chocolate, a bottle of wine and a trashy magazine.
Who's with me?
Brody has learned to lock the bathroom door. Do you know how difficult it is to reason with a two year old? To convince him to unlock a door. To hear things being taken out and tossed about and not being able to stop it? And oh when you hear water being sloshed, that's an added bonus. Super fun times.
My lovely daughter's screeching has seemed to reach an all time high today, just for some added umph to my building headache. I don't think she wants to talk. I think she enjoys the ticking of my head because the latest screech is still reverberating in my skull. Seriously y'all I am taking breaks from typing to hold my head steady because it. won't. freaking. stop ticking.
Ty and Nate decided that while I am so wrapped up in my Michael J Fox impressions (sorry, too tasteless? even as I wrote that I went oooohhh maybe not a good joke Nicole) that they would take the opportunity to pummel each other with the nearest objects within reach, and this has resulted in my house looking like a damn bomb went off. So here I am holding my head to stop the ticking and tripping over the remnants of the latest battle and trying to explain that I've had enough, but then the pterodactyl starts her screeching at just that moment, so that drowns out my voice.
H to the ELP.
Did I mention that according to Ty's football coaches, practicing while a hurricane is off the coast is a good idea. Yup, so I have that going for me tonight.
Who's bringing me the wine? If I try to go into a liquor store with my damn head ticking and wobbling while walking because I obviously have post traumatic stress from the catastrophe that is my house, I am certain they will think I am way past the point of needing alcohol. I think they would definitely classify me as being "in the red." (Thanks T.I.P.S. class!)
Also, if it were not for the fact that we have been too busy to go grocery shopping for oh... the past week and a half, I would have eaten my feelings today. I guess I should be grateful for that. What I wouldn't give for some comfort food right now. Okay, what I wouldn't give to lock myself in the bathroom (Brody does it, why can't I?) with a box of cheez-its, a bowl of ice cream (with sprinkles), some chocolate, a bottle of wine and a trashy magazine.
Who's with me?
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