Thursday, October 9, 2008

Prima Ballerina

Sometimes I feel like the stereotypical suburban housewife, sorry- stay-at-home mom. This feeling is usually followed up by the realization that I kinda am the stereotypical suburban housewife, sorry- stay-at-home mom. After all, I carry a pink cell phone in my (knock-off)designer purse, scrapbook, and belong to a recipe club. Oh goodness.
Actually, there are a few ways I break the stereotype . . .
1. I don't drive a Honda Odyssey (not that I have anything against a vehicle that instantly adds 10 years to your age just by standing next to it.) I prefer the less practical yet stylish SUV and a matching pair of sunglasses.
2. You'll never catch me wearing cute little sweatpants with sassy sayings on the bum. You know what I'm talking about, right? ('Cause if my backside had a voice, my sweatpants would read "QUIT EATING SO MUCH PIZZA") That's why I've made the personal decision not to give my derriere advertising space.
3. I don't know how to play Bunco.
Anyways, getting back to the point of this post- I enrolled Megan in dance class at the age of 2 and one third. I'm not going to lie to you folks. It was really all about keeping up with those Jones'. (kidding John - it is for the essential social networking skills she will develop.)
Rule of suburban housewifery #589 - If your kid doesn't take soccer/gymnastics/ballet/music lessons someone is bound to report you to children's services. No worries though if you talk on the cell phone/text message continuously during the lesson without ever once even gazing in the direction of your child.**
Well, here's proof I looked in her direction at least a few times:
Isn't she just a bucketful of sweetness?



Guess what, she'll have a recital in May. (Insert shrieks of delight here.) She'll get to wear an (outrageously priced - kidding again here John) costume while we trip over ourselves to capture the whole event on video/film.

I love the suburbs.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Lucky You - More Vacay Pics!

I got a little distracted with all the other stuff going on in my way fun life. I only blogged 3 of the 7 days of our vacation!

Don't worry, I'll make it up to you . . .

Viva Mexico - Day 5
(I'm skipping day 4 for now - need water camera pics developed.)



The sunrise - courtesy of John
We boarded a lovely sailboat called the Albatross . . .
Destination: a little island off the coast called
What an amazingly beautiful place!
We did a little snorkeling . . . a little kissing . . .
and yes, the traditional taming of the local beast. This time it was the nurse shark of La Isla Mujeres. (Imagine scary music playing here.)
Did you know that although nurse sharks are vegetarian, they still can BITE? Yeah, I didn't either.
Speaking of our tradition of taming the local beast, how about a little walk down memory lane.
The Croc Beast of the EvergladesThe dolphin beasts of Tortola, British Virgin IslandsThe stingray beast of Grand Cayman
After the shark was tamed I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be fun to dangle above the Gulf of Mexico without any regard to my own safety?"

Yes, that is John a billion feet in the air while sitting on a skinny rope.

Wondering how you get down from there? You JUMP or if you're like me . . .

you fall off.


My Dear Readers:
For a little extra bonus, here is a video of me almost falling off the boat. I'm so smooth . . .


Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Congrats Andrea!

My friend Andrea had a baby last evening. She is my friend idol and if I was a boy, I think I'd have a crush on her. That is how cool my friend Andrea is.

After the doc broke her water, she had a new baby in oh, say 45 minutes. Pushed for under 10 MINUTES! (I, on the other hand, labored for 900 hours, pushed for 300 and still ended up under the knife.) She said it barely hurt. (WHAT??????) That is the life of my friend Andrea. I feel happy things are so easy for her and a bit nauseated all at the same time.

Andrea and Kenley Ann
6 pounds 11 ounces
18 inches long
(the baby, not Andrea)

Megan practicing her "big sister" hold.

So adorable!

Do you know how to save your child's life?

After reading about another person's child choking (luckily she was o.k. just like Megan was) I thought I would post a link I think EVERYONE who is around children should look at, print, and put on the fridge.

If you will allow me to be on my soapbox for a moment, please remember with choking -if there is no air moving, the brain starts to die after just a few minutes. CALL 911 FIRST and get help started. Don't waste critical minutes trying to fix the problem yourself before you call. This seems like a no-brainer but in a moment of panic, even I was tempted to stick my fingers in Meg's throat (which can make the problem worse) and I've taken First Aid/CPR numerous times. CALL 911, they will tell you what to do.

Click here for more info on choking/CPR. I hope you never need to use this info.

And that is your public service announcement for today.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Leeds Farm '08

Have I mentioned that I am totally in love with John's company? It is the best computer software company in central Ohio, possibly anywhere. They want to keep their employees really happy so they do things like sponsor family events and pay for everything - hot cocoa, doughnuts, etc. Once a year at Leeds Farm I eat a doughnut whether I need it or not. ha! I love John's company. Have I mentioned that?

(By the way, after 3 years with the company, you get a free cleaning lady for your house. I'm not joking!) Know a computer genius who needs a job? Click here for more info on John's super fab company.

So, here are some pics from our fun day at the pumpkin patch, or as Megan calls it the "pumpkin peeeetch."




Below is a photo from last year at Leeds Farm - look how little Megan was!

Oh my gosh - look how much she has grown!
It makes me feel all sappy and emotional. They grow up so fast. She was such a peanut last year and now she is a giant.

Like last year, she loved the big thing (technical term) filled with dried corn.


Can we build one of these in the family room?

Another thing I want built in the family room - Megan and I pretended to be a horse family and even found a hole in the fence to escape captivity! So fun.

I was the mommy horse and she was the "brother horse." Is she trying to tell me something?


The ONLY DAD you could find riding the "banana bus." Kinda reminds me of the Salt-n-Peppa song, "Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man whatta mighty good man."

C'mon sing with me . . .

"So here's to the future cause we got through the past. I finally found somebody who could make me laugh. You so crazy, I think I wanna have yo baby!"





Saturday, October 4, 2008

I'm the Cutest Contest

Members of my blogtourage - I'm having a contest because I desperately need your help (and because contests seem to be the THING to do these days in the blogging world)

Am I the only one completely disgusted with halloween costumes that look like they were designed by a PEDOPHILE???


As some of you already know, Halloween makes me a little CRAZY. For example, last year I picked out this costume (BELOW) for Megan. (Please note the professional photograph, which I had taken after I became convinced this was the CUTEST costume in the world.)



But then I found this adorable bee costume (which she ended up wearing on Halloween.) I'm sure none of you are still wondering why they call my husband ST. John.



So, here's my problem. Once I get the CRAZY started I can't seem to stop.


Remember last year's baby Halloween party? I put the O-V-E-R in overboard.



I spent a gazillion hours making the cake, caramel covered apples for the mommies, and treat bags for the kids.


The kids dined on delicious sandwiches

while the mommies enjoyed white bean chili and spider bread.



I spun out of control last year and no one stopped me. I can usually count on Katie but she was busy spinning out of control last year as well.
How did I get started? The quest for the ultimate halloween costume. I was like a snowball rolling down a hill.


I don't have the time for all that this year. I have a SERIOUS job now. I'm up for re-election in 2009. I have work to do on the tough issues facing Delaware. Would you help me????????


your challenge
Find Megan an adorable Halloween costume for me.

Price range - up to $65 (John, that is a typo of course)

Size - 2t or 3t

*Must be versatile enough for 65 - 40 degree weather - yeah, that's the hard part (we can add clothing under the costume if necessary)

*Must be so adorable I just can't contain myself - bonus points if it is cuter than Megan's friend Anna's costume this year (ha, ha)
*Send me the link to the costume in my comments section.


IF YOU WIN:

1. I will buy the costume you chose and you will feel extreme satisfaction for a job well done

2. I will interview you on my blog and tell everyone how fantastic you are.
3. I will make arrangements for you to have the spa treatment of your choice anywhere you want to go (mind you, I didn't say I'd pay for this treatment. I'll make the appointment for you though.)
Doesn't anyone just do anything out of the goodness of their heart anymore. Jeepers, people!
Oh yeah, and if you're a "stalker" reading this blog (I know you're out there . . . I might just be stalking you too) - this is a great chance to get some free advertising if you or someone you know makes custom costumes.
C'mon people, leave me a comment. Do it right now. Why haven't you done it yet?? Don't forget the link to the cutest costume in the world.
Deadline - Wednesday, October 8
Hurry up!!!!
If you don't act soon, John will cut two holes in a sheet and call it a costume. Yikes! Sends shivers down my spine.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

911 - What is your emergency?

Before I say anything, I want to assure you that Megan is OK - thank God. Now for the story, which will leave no one doubting why this blog is named "My Stay-at-Home-Momma-DRAMA."


September 30 - #1 thing on my "to-do" list - buy Megan's leotard, tutu, and ballet shoes for dance class starting Thursday


Just my luck - the store nearby doesn't have her size - must continue on to several more stores searching . . . and searching . . . and searching


Oh gosh, look at the time (dinner time) - try keeping her under control with a snack - first snack I see on the shelves . . . Cheese-Its! (extremely UNUSUAL snack choice for us but I was desperate)


Text message from John - he's gonna be home late tonight - good thing 'cause I'm out shopping for tutus instead of home cooking dinner


Cool, John's gonna pick up some dinner for us on his way home - Megan will be fine waiting for dinner, she just ate half a box of Cheese-Its


Finally home - with two different combinations of tutus/leotards that still don't fit - kill some time by checking my email and coloring with Megan in my office


Megan - RIGHT NEXT TO ME COLORING - begins choking. What in the world is she choking on?


Choking- OK Lisa, you know what to do. There is still air moving - don't interfere. Find a phone - get help rolling FIRST. Where the heck is the phone? {frantic search} It was right in front of me. So much for all the training/experience I've had in emergency situations. None of them were MY BABY.

John walks in the door. Megan now has tears rolling down her cheeks and is gagging. I find a BINDER CLIP in Megan's hand, missing one of the metal prongs. {more panic}



The kind that look like this -






911, What is your emergency?


My daughter is two. She is choking on a metal binder clip.


Is she breathing?


Yes.


We'll get help to you, just hang in there.





By this point, Megan is no longer choking or gagging. The binder clip has apparently been swallowed.


I run outside to meet the medics in the driveway. Megan smiles at them like they are long lost friends, gives them a big wave, and yells "OH HI!"


My neighbor the fire chief arrives from around the corner. Just last night he presented his proposed fire budget to us on city council. So glad I didn't propose any cuts to it.


Don't I feel a little silly? A few moments ago she was crying and choking. Now she is smiling like nothing is wrong. Did she really swallow that? What if she spit it out somewhere? Oh my, it is sharp on the ends. Is it cutting her insides?


I don't care if I look silly - rush her to the hospital, I think that thing is in her throat. What if it is in her throat? John follows the ambulance.


Hospital ER - sent to trauma room (mommy panic - in my experience, healthy people usually don't end up in trauma rooms)


X-rays . . .





We're going to need to send her for more specialized care at Children's Hospital. The clip is not in her airway but it could compromise it if it moves. It could perforate her esophagus. An ambulance will take you there.


I need my mommy. I call her. So glad my sister is already here.


Terrifying ride (for me) to Children's Hospital. Megan keeps asking, "Are we going to Mexico?" (I have told her in the past that Mexico was really far away.)


Megan's first words out of the ambulance - "We're in Pah-lum-bus???????" How the heck did she know that? We don't live within the city of Columbus, nor do I ever remember really talking about it.


Questions at admission -


When was the last time she had anything to eat or drink? Umm, about 5. (It is now about 10:30 pm)


What did she eat? Cheese-Its.

She ate Cheese-Its for dinner? No, you moron, she had Cheese-Its as a snack. SHE ATE A BINDER CLIP FOR DINNER! Try to keep up here.

(Didn't really say exactly that but I secretly wanted to.)


Next, a ten-year old surgeon tells me he needs to operate on Megan to remove the clip.

How many years have you been a doctor?


Answer: 3


WRONG ANSWER! Next surgeon, please.


My mom looks at me funny. "I watch Grey's Anatomy," I tell her. I know what can happen. That's my baby and I'm not playing around. Get me the best - get me McDreamy.


My mom looks up and says, "MS. McDreamy is headed our way."


How long have you been a doctor Ms. McDreamy?


Longer than he has (pointing to the ten year old.)


WRONG AGAIN. Get me the head of surgery please.


He has been a doctor longer than the two of them have been alive.

Finally the correct answer.

Yes, you may operate on my precious daughter whose existence constitutes my ENTIRE WORLD. Please take good care of her. {crying}


Meanwhile, Megan acts like nothing is wrong - like a piece of METAL is not crammed in her esophagus.





She says, "I'm having so much fun" while sitting in this chair. Seriously.




"There is a piece of metal in my throat and all you can do is take a picture with your cell phone? What the heck is the matter with you people?"




Disclaimer: I did NOT take this photo. I was still crying.




Off to surgery




Object removed - no complications - no damage done - prayers answered




Up all night with Megan after surgery. She seemed uncomfortable from the tubes they put in her nose to intubate her. She had a swollen lip from the instruments they placed down her throat. My poor baby. I would have traded places with her if I could have.




By the morning, she was up and at 'em (just as I was about to pass out from sleep deprivation.) Here she is watching TV.






By 10:30 am, she hadn't eaten anything but cheese-its and binder clips in quite a while. She was begging, pleading for food. I went into the hallway to ask the nurses if she could be allowed to eat. I kept telling her, "Megan, we have to wait for the doctors to tell us it is ok to eat."




Megan attempted to walk to the hallway but was stopped a few feet short by her IV cord, which wasn't long enough. She yelled from where she was, "Doctors! Please have some crackers?" How pathetic.




She was finally allowed food. She drew a crowd of hospital workers in her room, marveling at her unbelievable CUTENESS.




Her sweet nurse came in to remove her IV FINALLY and she was discharged at about 1 pm.






We finally came home, but without the t-shirt that could have said,








I ate a binder clip for dinner and all they could do is cry, take my stupid picture, and save the clip like I ever really want to see it again!



She actually got 2 stuffed animals - one from each ambulance ride - and a wonderful blanket from the Linus Project. (This was such a wonderful thing - definitely going to send some donation money their way for the thoughtfulness.)




All humor aside, it was the most terrifying event of my life and I am still thanking God she is ok. When you talk to Him, please thank Him yourself as well.