Thursday, December 22, 2011

Letter of the day is "D"

Today's program is brought to you by the letter ' D '.
                    As in.............................................

Yup! you've got it correct. Defiance, defiant, disobedient, just plan old 'doo-doo' type behavior


You name it. they didn't do it! Some might call it acting there age, others might call it Defiance, but whatever you label it, more than likely you've been through it! its also been diagnosed as DRIVEMEUPAWALLTILLIDRINKITIS. How do you know your child has this illness? To note, here are just a few symptoms :
 Selective hearing
Physical assault over toy strollers
Refusal to nap
Frequent bathroom trips (only to fill tea cups with water after i said no! )
Jumping ON stools ON the bed.
CUTTING OF HAIR!
Random lunch particles behind microwave

How to ensure that you rid your Children of this illness, and ensure you survive too~?!

Feed them cookies and read books...ASAP!!!!


& hope you have your 3 little kittens back in no time !!!



Monday, December 19, 2011

What do Daddy's do?

We know mothers can do it all, but what do daddy's do?
Here i have just a few........30 things that Daddy's do.....

Daddy's do...food shopping 

Daddy's do...baby catching
Daddy's do ...dinner making



 Daddy's do.... Punching Bags

Daddy's do....Allow tots to pinch his nose


Daddy's do... baby bathing

Daddy's do...swimming lessons

Daddy's do...lolipop removal from ponytail

Daddy's do....bathtub glow-stick fun

Daddy's do....know how to fix tantrums 

Daddy's do....co-sleeping

Daddy's do....laundry
Daddy's do....act as pillows for sick children

Daddy's do....chasing kids for hrs

Daddy's do....make shift go-kart rides

 Daddy's do.... kiss baby  toes

Daddy's do.....summer time

Daddy's do...baby wearing

Daddy's do...bravery, while mommy's out of town

Daddy's do...Super Man tosses

Daddy's do.....act like a ladder

Daddy's do....act as an automatic seesaw 

Daddy's do.....try to fit on toys to make her happy

Daddy's do....hair


Daddy's do....act as a crossing guard

Daddy's do.....shooting hoops

Daddy's do....midnight diaper checks


Daddy's do...build kitchen sets
Daddy's do....snuggle time

Daddy's do... swing time

Daddy's.......ARE THERE !!!!!!

Saturday, December 10, 2011

2 down 1 to go!

How to kill a mockingbird Cold


In my previous post, we discovered my little chunquette had developed a cold and i was having a major brain fart as to how to 'treat' her. Have no fear Evelyn is here and she has caught Luna's ugly. BUT,now i know what to do :P


Thursday night Evelyn had been delightfully hacking in her sleep, and upon all that coughing she was making several bathroom trips for an ever crusty but blocked/ gooey nose  :"( I get up to check her and woah and behold there's that nasty cold accompanied by a fever.  As tired as i already was, i helped wash her face and and rub Aquaphor around her nose and sent her on her merry way, "i'll deal with this in the morning".  Great parenting right! *sigh

As soon as she wakes we begin the regimen. I  immediately mince one clove of garlic  and place it on a  teaspoon covered in raw honey. The next teaspoon is covered in Elderberry, The next teaspoon is Organic Virgin Coconut oil topped off with D3. I repeat this regimen in the mornings and continue the Elderberry and Raw Honey throughout the day with tea. She also took a nice hot bathe in Epsom salt & Lavender as well as a basic Probiotic in her juice.
Happy to say just a little over 24 hrs later shes feeling better and her fever has left the building :) !!! She was only up twice last night, and one of those times was to blow her nose, her coughing is cut in half and she feels better already

I have already taken precautionary measures in hopes that Omri does not jump on the sick train. She is doing the Elderberry and Organic Coconut Oil, and D3. Here's to hoping were done with this mess!!!!!



Thursday, December 8, 2011

Luna's First Cold :"(

So far, we are in the clear with illnesses and it's already December. Other than a 5 day cold Lenny had last month, that i ever so gently killed with Elderberry, Probiotics and Raw honey, things have been good. That was until....dun, dun, dun....we came across a set of germs while out on Sunday. For some reason, children are oddly attracted to other babies and children, and the first thing they do is go for are the hands. It was like radar went off, and i run in slow motion trying to DO THIS! but to the little girls hands. Usually im not a germaphobe, but i couldn't help but to notice the child's hacking cough, as if she were either getting over an ugly cold, or 2 packs on menthol lights. Needless to say, Luna was fussy Tuesday afternoon, and by night fall she had a fever and nose lava O.o   


Since its been awhile since iv'e had a sick little chicken in this house, i immediately drew a blank, the only thing i remembered was to let the fever be, as long as she was acting fine and still nursing. Breastmilk up the nose (works wonders) for boogies, wipe or suction out. LOTS of snuggling & nursing, and last but not least a nice long soak in a Lavender Epsom Salt bath. Im pretty sure theres more i could have done, but i figure id start with the basics. After the bath we snuggled and before we went to sleep her fever was gone! , and today, its still not returned, so far so good  :)

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Passages from my past ~Pages from The Black Book



I speak when i am in the dark,i scream when i can not breathe.
I cry when out in public to seek the sympathy of others, and the advice of those, who come with experienced hands.Yet i get no answer, because i am blind in the dark, and blind to the sight of light.I have no sense of direction, so they do all they feel they can for me. Wipe the tears from my eyes and ask me, "why do you cry?". Tears flood my eye's and my vision is blurred,i give them no answer. because i can not see,i feel blind to the world and deaf to words. I plan out the puddles i have yet to splash in, but not the boat i will indefinitely  sail in. They ask, "why do you let them control your emotions?". I retort, "i do not know what makes me smile, for i always come across a superficial high" 
~hmb 


Its the urge to vomit my thoughts into words, that are contorted by the tongue, then sprayed on to paper...and afterwards.....RELIEF .
and when set to air, they dry. But when put to a flame, they do not burn, they blossom like a growing flower in need of light.
~hmb 


Diffusion of sweat, prints the page. Not a signature, but a mere thought. I am now distracted with the silence of a pause.....a pause in thought....a pause in light, for i am now in the dark. Being smothered by waves of emotion & the mere existence of being...
~hmb


Emotions run deep with no concern. Leaking a trail of happiness or pain. Confusion & complication are the ones who stain. The ones you can seem to relate to, at this point in time. So you alienate your self from the rest, hoping to find answers, answers that will put an end to this piercing disfigurement. Conclusion....something this emotion seems to lack.
~hmb


Mountains of the watery deep, Hills are what to conquer, muck it what it feels. No flowers. No sun. No oxygen. Short breathes keep you wanting more, more of what you want. Then you realize its not a want...but a NEED.
~hmb


Put the picture up. It cries tears of blood, for it knows no other liquid. Water bubbles into pain, and blood is whats produced, lack of blood, coldness is whats produced. Take the picture down, coldness beyond all cold, produces a vast stinging sensation throughout the hands. Like dry ice. The picture slips from beneath your fingers....it shatters...But what produces isn't blood....its a scream that pierces the heart
~hmb


Memories. They make life, and life experiences worth living. Although they are not physical, they touch. Memories touch the heart, they touch the brain, they hold a scent, they hold a shape. They provide structure for things you think, and thought about. Memories provide a place, but cannot be replaced, memories are things that only you can take away.
~hmb


Thoughts cut like wounds, poured like blood onto paper. "I found you" i say to myself, i will never forget those nights, as i'm holding my black book tight.








Through a Child's Eyes

When you give a 5 yr old a camera, you will see what they see.
You will, for a moment in time.......see, through a child's eyes