Thursday, December 25, 2008


I have figured it out. Even if I was wrong in my organizer I was supposed to start Tuesday. I don't think 2 days is long enough to start the worry. Right? People can be 2 days late. It happens all the time. Right? And I am not on birth control so there is not the rigid every 28 days on the dot-ness now. Right??
The thing is we USED protection. I feel like Ross on Friends when the betrayal of condoms attacks him and he is robbed of speech. I knew they were not 100% effective, but really, it is only NOT effective if it breaks. Right??

So, do I go get a test? Because heck, if I am. it would be neat to find out on Christmas day. If I am not, however, I really hate the idea of wasting 15 bucks on nothing and I wake up with the blasted bleeding tomorrow. That would well, suck. Right??

Friday, December 12, 2008

My Broken Baby

I should have posted this last week, but I have been distracted.
Last Monday we were busy at work and I didnt' get a chance to call hubby until almost 10pm. I ask how the girls are and he tells me all calm like that Sarah (the big one) fell down the stairs off the back porch.
WHAT?! Is she okay?
Hubby- yeah, she is fine. I checked her and and nothing is broken.
Me (breathe Carrie, breathe)- You checked her?
Hubby - Yeah. She could bend her fingers she just didn't use it. She just held it in her other hand all night.
Me, with fumes swelling in head - What?!?
Hubby- she is fine.
Me- Fine.

I get home and go to check on my baby. Her hand is swollen. Her fingers are swelling and there is a hint of blue to her whole hand. I touch it and in her sleep my angel tell me "mommy, don't touch my hand, it hurts bad."
(heart breaks here.)
The next morning she is not using it at all. I ask her if it hurts and she says "more than anything in the whole world."
Thats it! I take her to her Doctor.
Now the big one is shy. However my little one is a never ending chatter box. She will talk to you all day about everything weither you let her or not. So the Dr asks Sarah what happened and she just stared at him. I of course didn't know, I was at work (another check in the pro quitting my job column).
So Miss Maddie speaks up. She said "We were on the back porch, trying to be carefull because the leaves were wet and it was swippery. But we were tip toeing and Sawah swipped and fell." Using her Italian hand motions the whole time.
Oh. well. Okay. Thanks kid.
He checks her elbow and her wrist, feels her hand and says we need an X-Ray, but he wouldn't be surprised to find that she broke her hand.
So they take my baby off to take a picture of her bones. He comes back a while later with the X-Ray and exclaims (very surprised I might add) "She broke her hand!"
I say, you said you wouldn't be surprised if she broke her hand!
He then explains that she broke her middle finger in her palm. The most insulated bone in her hand!
She does get her grace from me...
We schedule an appt to get her casted the next day.
I call hubby and tell him that dispite him becoming an orthopedic doctor last week, she did in fact BREAK her hand.
Felt bad, because he felt awful. Sending her to bed with a broken hand, and knowing she was in a crazy amount of pain.

He gets home from work and I tell him how the appt went, how Sarah didn't tell him what happened, but Maddie stepped up and told the whole story.
He just looks at me and tells me Maddie wasn't there, she was next door on Andrews porch!

At 2, the kid is such a good liar that everyone bought it! She made up a story and we just ate it up!

I am in SOOO Much trouble!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Lights Out

For some reason that the power company refuses to release my power was jacked up yesterday. But see, it wasn't just my power. It started with my Cable going out, which because of that lovely bundle meant my phone and internet was gone too. I won't get into my need for my laptop and how it is my lifeline to sanity.
I digress.
So Cable goes out, right in the middle of Charwee and WoWah. Screaming ensues. Mommy! Why did Charwee and WoWah go away?? I don't know, how about a movie?
I can't get the player in the parlor to work so I herd them into my bedroom to watch it on my TV. All is well, Mickey's Christmas is always a crowd pleaser.
Then the power goes out. What the Crap!?!
Screaming continues. MOMMY!! Why did the movie go off!?! Because that Karma crap has come back to love on mommy honey.
Now it doesn't really matter that it was daytime and it was light outside. They seem to forget that we don't turn the lights on in the day, but they choose this moment to have a nervous breakdown that the lights won't come on.
Sarah-Mommy! It is dark! We can't see!!!
Me-What? I am right here.
Sarah-Where? I can't see you!!!
Seriously?? uh.
Then they realize, without the aid of a digital clock that it is lunch time. Past lunch time. They are hungry.
I go to the kitchen and look around. Yep. I resolve that the only thing I have to give them for lunch is Bread and Water. That is not going to go over well.
The power comes back on! Woo Hoo!!
They run around turning all the lights on. dorks.
I turn the TV back on and there is CABLE! YES!!!
I turn it on playhouse Disney and before I can turn off Drake and Josh the power goes out again!

MOMMY!!! Where are you!?
I give up.
I sit down and suggest we play a game.
But We are HUNGRY!
So I ponder, do I order in, or take them out? It is raining and ugly and I have girls who will stand in the yard and scream and not move because their shoes are wet. Not an option today. I have already been tried and tested and am on the brink of insanity.
I try to order in. The phone is dead. I find my cell phone and wouldn't you know I didn't plug it up last night so it won't come on!

Yeah, I so quit. NAP TIME!
Sarah- But we are HUNGRY!
Fine, I walk into the kitchen and hand them a bagel.

Then the power comes back on!
I grab the bowl of pasta ala carbinara and throw it in the microwave. PLEASE GIVE ME 4 MINUTES OF POWER! PLEASE!?!
I get lunch done and we are eating, in the light. All is quiet on the homefront. Content.
Then the power went out again.
People wonder why I drink.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Super Sarah!

My daughter is a Super Hero. You might have figured this out if you have been on play dates where she introduces herself as Super Sarah, or if you happened to attend VBS with us this year. I didn't get to go since I work evenings, but I had managed to get Friday off and learned that she was only answering to Super Sarah. I was floored at the number of kids that honestly thought that was her name.
She has a song. Her Super Hero Song. She sings it daily.
"I'm a Superhero, I save the world with the things I do!
I'm a Superhero I'm a good girl. Your not a superhero, because you can't do Karate! (kick here)
If you want to be a super hero you have to be my friend because I am the best super hero in the world"
It is funny. She makes me giggle.
So Thursday my family was at my house and the girls were showing off their new "moves" and Maddie quickly turned the conversation to cake, of course. She says she wants a Diego cake for her birthday (not allowed, hubby hates Diego, but we watch anyway because he is so cool!) and Sarah says she needs a Superhero cake, because she is a Super Hero!!
My mom says that we will take a picture of her in a cape and get it put on a cake. Sarah loves it!
Hubby tells her, Yeah, then I will eat your face!
Maddie stops her dancing. She stomped over to where hubby was sitting hand on hip, finger pointing at him and yells "NO DADDY! You will NOT eat my sister Sarah's Face!!!"
She is so cute when she is mad.
So we explain to her that it will just LOOK like Sarah in the frosting.
She thinks. Ponders. Reflects.
She turns to Sarah and with hands on her hips, finger pointing, head cocked and smiling she says "I'm gonna eat your butt!!"