Jun 27, 2009

Day 4?


Mia is on Day 3 of eating on her OWN!!! YAY!!! Do we think she will make it to day 4? Close your eyes and say a little prayer that she keeps it out FOR GOOD.

Before she started the whole fever extravaganza she had been tubeless for three days. When she got sick she wanted nothing to do with the bottle. Now we are trying again. If she goes until tomorrow it will be 4 DAYS!!! It's funny how exciting something like getting your infant to eat can be. I pretty much feel like I've landed on the moon. She is doing awesome! She does take a large percentage of the volume while she is sleeping, but WHO CARES. She really gulps it down in her sleep, so I run with that. When she starts teething I will have to re-think that...not a big fan of giving my babies a bottle at night. I think it is hilarious that she will turn one and have ZERO teeth. It would be nice for her to cut some teeth because she is obsessed with mommy's food, but gags on the smallest morsel.

That's pretty much it! Just had to blog about our New Record... go Mia go!

Oh and yes, it's true- I am officially working for my man (although he calls me his partner). MOVE OVER Etsy I'm selling cars. Yes, you can fly here, get a car at the auction, VISIT ME, and drive it home. The auction is really fast paced- they run the cars through so quickly. I have seen some buyers get screaming deals...it's crazy!

Anyway- it's probably the last thing anyone who knows me thought I would be doing, but I'm doin it!

That about does it for new things at our house... Cars and eating.

Jun 26, 2009

Capital Auto Sales



Mimi & I are Bonafide auto dealers. We are licensed and good to go. This is one thing we have decided to do in order to make some money to pay for our new bills and so far we have had a lot of fun learning about the process and have quite a few people that have shown interest in purchasing a car. The great part is that Mimi can bid on the cars from the comfort of her reclining leather couch. She bids on the cars online since I work during the day. This has worked well, Mimi has always been a whiz on the computer. This beauty above was our first purchase and we have fun driving it around town. Too bad it will have to go. We picked it up for a song & I thought this would be a nice car to sell since many different folks would feel comfortable behind the wheel. From Gangsters to grocery getter's, this car just seems to work. You don't believe me? Ice Cube was driving one in that movie "Are we There Yet?"
All in all I am seeing how I can save some folks some good money. Let me know when you want to put in your order...

Jun 25, 2009

MAYBE MIA

My Friend Rebecca's daughter has always called Mia, "Maybe Mia." I love her interpretation of "Baby Mia!" Thanks Rebecca for all of these fabulous pictures of Mia... here are a few maybe Mia's of today.

Maybe Mia will be breaking hearts right and left
Maybe Mia will be a goof ball like her parents.
Maybe Mia will learn blow kisses for real.
Maybe Mia will someday have a new best friend besides her NG
Maybe Mia will have hair that wisps out on both sides
Maybe Mia will get to go swimming someday.
Maybe Mia will get to take a nap soon.
Maybe Mia will drink enough of her bottle to go tubeless
Maybe Mia will be a bottle drinking ballerina
Maybe Mia will let her H O T hot daddy feed her that bottle.

Jun 22, 2009

Isn't it GRAND?

Happy Father's Day to two of the greatest dads.

The greatest thing about Father's Day is having a free ticket to shamelessly brag about my husband. This post by it's nature will evoke the reader to say silently in their head..."oh, gag me!" If you are my sister and reading this you might even go a step further and say silently to your self, "oh gag me with a rubber spatula!" Don't ask.

So cue the gags, the "oh pleases," the eye rolling, and the word "CHEESY" in all it's variations. It's father's day, and I will take all the liberties of cheesiness necessary. Ready? OK...

John Boy,
You are my man! and if there were a song I could dedicate to you today it would be this one:

You're a falling star, You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And You're the perfect thing to see.

And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.

And I can't believe, uh that I'm your GIRL,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through, (this entire year)
And you know that's what our love can do.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

-Michael Buble ( or whomever writes his songs)

John, you really are the best dad, and I am so glad it is you. Sometimes when you get home from work I watch you interact with the kids and wish I could freeze us all in time. It is a little slice of heaven watching them crawl all over you and report about their day. The kids are lucky to have you! I know after they are grown, they will remember what a fun a dad you were. They will sing the songs you have taught them, and be confident because of everything you have instilled in them. Happy Father's day daddy!!

I love you Daddy John!! Me love you LOOOONNNNGGG time!


And now in honor of my Dad, I thought I would compile a list of Sidisms to share (and to remember years from now). My mom and I stayed up way too late coming up with this list. Of course there are a few Sidisms that I won't be sharing...my sisters will know which ones I'm talking about. My dad is the King of phrases and nicknames. He usually has a phrase for just about anything. The way he says them is what makes them funny, but with some, no voice is necessary. So... in no particular order...I give you Sid, my super entertaining dad!

"on-a cowna" This is my dad's response to the question, "why?" On a count of......

"Do you want to know how the crow hangs on the fence?" If you happen to sit next to him, he would ask you this. It didn't matter if the answer was yes or no...he would show you!

"just cause we're friends" aka please.

"you're a stingy baby" When he is getting denied kisses from grand kids.

"Are you my O n'O?" one and only. He has a lot of O n'O's.

"I don't mean to run up your nickel" translation: It's time for me to go.
"not as good as you but better than most." His response to, "How are ya?"

"well you just sorta cut my aorta" Just something he liked to sing

"I'm about as busy as a one legged man in a butt kickin' contest." No explanation needed :-)

"Jed, Jedette, and Jedidiah" If he knows you, chances are you already have a nickname...if he doesn't know you...you are Jed or Jedette. Jedidiah is a glorified Jed said with gusto

"you ready to go for a walk?" My dad takes a walk everyday and invites everyone. If you live in Midway, chances are he has waved to you while on his walk. A few years back he told me he waves to everyone so they won't hit him. I'm not buyin it dad- I know it's cause you're friendly!!

"My taste buds would like to do it again, but my stomach won't let me." After eating pretty much every meal. I told you my mom knows her way around the kitchen.

"something about a woodpecker with sore lips" hmmmm....can't remember

"you're letting the penguins out." If you stand in front of the refrigerator with the door wide open.

"we're not heatin' the sparrows." Same thing...just with the door to the house.

"Give me one of them sweet ones." He loves kisses from the grand kids.

"wooow! I lova those sweet ones" After he gets a "sweet one" he has a huge reaction so the kids will keep coming back.

"bats in the belfry" Just another way to say not the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Oh, about five ten" His response to, "what's ya been up to?"

"go to school, get smart, and bring home the gold." something I heard everyday before school...you gotta hand it to him for persistence.

"be a sweetheart" Advice for his girls.

"that did a tap dance on my taste buds" complimenting the food again.

"id-in-it grand?" (Isn't it grand?) He says this at the end of every feel good movie. You can usually count on this comment when the happily ever after moment occurs and the music montage begins.


The following are a some of the nicknames...I am sure I am missing a few, but if you wonder where the mistaken identities of my children come from...you know now.

"Ollie"
"sally"
"skinny"
"natty Gan"
"bucket"
"Joe"
"boo shisky"
"coconut"
"honey child"
"rum bucket"
"whiskey tray"
"banana"
"raisin pie"
"Turnakey"

Not quite sure why there is rum and whiskey in there, but you just have to know him I guess. My dad has put up with 7 women for the majority of his life, and wouldn't have wanted any other way! Right dad? ;-)

He even nicknamed all of the fireworks at the fourth of July. I know the name of every firework from years of him labeling them. There is magenta cluster, emerald beauty, and silver salute... to name a few. Without fail he "eeeew's" and "aaahhh's" every firework, the rest of us do too...in his honor :-)

Six years ago or so my mom sent me to a fruit stand on University to pick up as many "pickling cucumbers" as they had. My grandma has an excellent canned pickle recipe...so good that after being given a few jars, we always snagged a few more before we left. Maybe I shouldn't be admitting this...Mom/Dad...you raised a thief! and she married a thief! We can't resist the pickles OK?? I suppose I am justified because I haven't been there in years to enjoy the abundance of pickles.

moving on...

John and I went to the fruit stand and bought them out. It was a huge box, HUGE BOX of cucumbers. They loaded me up, and we were off. After checking out the cucumbers John mentioned that those were too big to be pickling cucumbers. Never having been wrong before, I assured him that they were indeed the cucumbers she needed. He proceeded to ask me how they fit into the jar. "They shrink," I confidently responded. Being a wise newlywed he said, "Oh, Ok" and we headed up the canyon.

When we arrived and brought in the massive box of cucumbers a few of my sisters were there along with my parents. After looking at them, multiple people informed me that those were the wrong sized cucumbers. Somewhere in life I convinced myself that they would shrink to less than half of their size. I felt really dumb! Mostly because we bought and hauled all of those cucumbers to can together, and now all we had were a million salad ingredients.

After a good laugh at my expense my dad didn't skip a beat and grabbed the first cucumber out out of the box, took a big bite, and said"Well, we better get eatin!" Thanks dad for having my back all these years, and for diving in during all of the boxes of cucumbers in my life. I love you!!

Jun 20, 2009

"You guys get to go home,"


is the phrase we heard from our nurse last night at Children's Hospital. Mia picked up a virus over the weekend and has been battling fevers ever since. After taking her to the pediatrician we were told that she tested negative for everything, and just to watch her closely. Last night at 9:00 her fever was 104 and climbing. I called the transplant docs and they wanted me to take her in to do a bunch of blood cultures.

I packed a quick bag, gave her some Tylenol and headed for Seattle. We have only been up the the ER one other time, and I get really nervous taking her into where everyone else is taking their sick children. Luckily there is protocol in place that when a transplant kid is coming in they take them straight back, avoiding all germs in the waiting room. Mia cried harder than ever the entire ride up, despite having a baby Einstein playing a foot away from her face. She was not a happy baby! I however tried to remain calm knowing everything would be fine in a few hours. When we got there and the nurses came into the room Mia was back to her old self again...flirting with everyone in sight. That Tylenol worked wonders on her! The nurses at Children's always make me feel like Mia is some sort of celebrity. They come to her door and peek in the window, wave, and beckon others to come see how adorable she is. It was nice to have her in such high spirits after such an painful car ride.

We waited around for quite a while for someone to be available from IV team. After no response our nurse decided to take a stab at getting an IV in her non existent veins. We got a great nurse, one who got a kick out of Mia's every move. Sadly she had to be the mean one. Little Mia's foot was heavily taped down and restrained to the bed. She is routinely traumatized by the blood draws and NG re-placing, but those rarely take longer than 30 seconds. She had to lie there for a good five minutes while the nurse collected her blood drip by drip from her IV site. It felt like an eternity because she was screaming and probably wondering why I wasn't scooping her up like I usually do when she gets a poke. After all of the blood dripping, and securing the IV into her tiny foot she was safe in my arms and fell fast asleep on the bed. Sadly they kept coming back to run more labs and Mia was also cathed, and deep suctioned.

Luckily, right before all baby sadness my angel mother walked in. She tried to help soothe little miss during all of the mayhem. Neither of could do anything for her...she only wanted one thing.

My mom is in state visiting her mother who lives on Whidbey Island. She hopped in the car when I told her I was on the way to the hospital. It was so good to see her. She has been such an integral part of this journey, it was bittersweet to be back all together in the hospital. Sometimes it's nice to have someone by your side to witness how badly the situation stinks. Mia lay in my arms while my mom and I got to visit. She sat next to the bed while she busily crocheted. I was mesmerized watching her hands work so quickly. My mind wandered thinking about all of the wonderful things those hands have done and if mine would ever measure up.

We talked about the farm that my dad was busily working on in her absence, Cushman scooters, and toilet installations. Then she told me of her plans to remodel the farm house for when they move up there. I asked her when she thought that would be. "At lease a year," she said. My heart sank in my chest. "So you will be selling the house?" I inquired. "Well, yes, we have nothing keeping us in Midway once we retire." Maybe it was the trauma of the night, but I couldn't contain my tears. I love the house I grew up in, and I knew the day would come that they would sell the house, but I figured there would be many more Christmases in that house.

"It is really sad for me to think that I won't be able to come home." Is all I was able to say before the nurse came in and said, "You guys get to go home." My heart hurt even more. I wanted to tell the nurse, "no I don't...I'll never go home ever again." Then I snapped out of my momentary insanity and rejoiced that we wouldn't be spending the night! All of Mia's labs came back negative, (again) and the other ones needed a few days. We gathered our things, I stopped crying for a minute- but still felt terrible. I was happy to be going home, but felt so sad because I will only be able to go the house I grew up in one maybe two more times. There were so many nights while we were waiting, that I lay awake in the sleeper room longing to be home cozy in my bed. I tried to escape the agony of what was going on with my baby on the floor below me, and thought of waking up to a completely sun filled room warm from the hot morning sun.

I am no stranger to crying the entire drive between my house (in WA) and the hospital, but this time I was sad for different reasons. It had been a rough night and I contemplated how adulthood offers so many heartbreaks and so many wonderful wonderful blessings. My mind wandered to all of the things I will miss about that house. The smell of warm bread, and my mom's cooking (she is an exceptional cook) The large space in the kitchen that I practiced pirouettes and fouettes...the reflection from the large window behind the sink made for perfect spotting. I love walking out onto the deck and seeing a perfect view of Mt. Timpanogas. I will miss watching my sisters apply their make-up in front of a mirror that covered the entire wall at the end of the hallway. My dad defintely had his six girls in mind when he installed that mirror!! I will miss spending hours in our family room on the green leather couches. The arm rests were the perfect distance from the seat to act as a pillow, and generally had someone laying or sleeping on them. I will miss taking walks with my dad (more on this later). I will miss leaning over the banister to talk to someone down stairs. I will miss my mom always bringing me a towel at the end of every shower...still don't have the getting a towel before you shower thing down. :-) I will miss getting injured every time I reached the top of the stairs from a section of carpet runner that was turned poky side up for years. No, I might not miss that, but I will remember it, and have subconsciously trained myself to step over that part when going down stairs. I will miss talking on the phone with an insanely long chord that can reach to any part of the kitchen, and dodging the cord while someone else is on it. I will miss all of the plants that my parents nurtured in that house. I always felt luckily when I got "water plants" on the job chart. I could go on for hours, but I won't...mostly because I slept for about three hours last night. Why is she blogging then? Good question! It is a house full of so many memories, and hopefully my parents will sell it to someone we know so it won't be weird when I come unannounced to show my kids where I grew up.

I may not get to go to the home I love dearly many more times, but I did get to take my baby girl home. The news "You guys get to go home" is great news, and I am one lucky girl to have grown up with so many sisters, loving parents, and to be home with four of the greatest blessings of all.

Jun 15, 2009

The Babe

The little babina is just as sweet as ever! She is a complete flirt. We can't get enough of her little smiles, babbling, and giggles. She did make the growth chart at her last appointment. She clocks in at the 5th percentile for weight. I am so confused by this because she looks good and healthy. When they weigh her I keep thinking that some day she will have gained five lbs or something. She only weighs 16 lbs, but she looks much much bigger. If you look close enough you can see her fuzzy back. Hair growth is one of the side effects of her rejection medications. It doesn't bother me in the slightest, but she'll probably care someday. Daddy has lots of playful names for her that I remind him will have to stop before she can understand him. The most common nick name is "baby chewbacca." Mia will just have to join the ranks with the rest of our kids who are known by anything but their real names. Ellie started calling her "Mimis"- It so cute when they come up with their own nicknames- I've trained them well!!
She loves that brother. Loves him. Wish I could say the same for sister- she would scare me too if I weren't her mom! The kids really enjoy her and they spend a lot of energy trying to make her laugh. Some days I sit back and watch them interact and can't help but feel so incredibly blessed because it is exactly what I had hoped and dreamed of for all of them. It is tender to see the mutual adoration between them all.
She sits on her own, but not without pillows on the outskirts. I feel like she has gone too long supported by everything that she doesn't get that she has to do it herself. It cracks me up because she will sit forever and will hear something behind her and when she turns to look she just takes a dive. Mia is getting a little more vocal, but her main word is still "mom" in every variation imaginable. When she wakes up from a nap she calls for me- it is music to my ears. Lately she will say dada, but I don't know if she is associating it with the real deal or not. I have been trying to teach her to say "ba"because it is pretty much the center of her universe. Today during therapy she said "up"... that was a fluke for sure, but I do say that to her a lot. When she she is on her tummy I say "up" all the time to get her to push up onto her arms. It seems that she hasn't progressed a ton physically, but cognitively seems to be going at a faster pace. She also has a little sense of humor. When I put her neoral (rejection drug) in her mouth she holds it there for a long time, then will spit it out and smile- it's super cute and extremely frustrating! I have started to blow in her face because she will hold it her mouth waiting for us to not notice...turkey!
Sweet baby has been eating like a CHAMP! Well, ok- not like a Champ, but she's eating. She doesn't currently have the NG tube in, but may need it back in if she doesn't take enough. We have had a few two day trials and she always ends up with the tube back in. Yesterday she did wonderfully mostly because when she is asleep she gulps it down. I don't really want to get the bulk of her nutrition while she's sleeping, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Sunday morning when she pulled her NG tube out it was bloody. I knew it would happen eventually, she has had the tube for 11 months now. When it comes to Mia and her health I try not to get caught up in all of the could happens. The blood was one of these issues. A tube doesn't belong in her tiny body, and if you think about it (which I try not to) shoving something down her throat sometimes multiple times a day is bound to do some damage. When I saw all of the blood- my heart ached! Why in heaven's name won't she just TAKE A BOTTLE??? Well, she does. She has taken a bottle for months, but is NOT interested after an ounce or so. I am happy to say she is improving. She takes a couple of ounces when I'm holding her and when she's asleep she takes her whole feed! We are taking baby steps. I have never liked the saying: "It's a marathon not a sprint." I heard that a lot in the hospital and always mustered a smile when inside I was thinking, "gee thanks for the help!" I'll take the sprint plan please. I have zero desire to be a marathoner- zero! I do how ever have great memories of winning sprints in elementary school. That is probably the last time I ran at all :-)

Anyway- we are currently tube free and she is getting by on barely enough volume. She is taking about 18 oz a day with solids for lunch and dinner. I personally think it's plenty, but they really want her to be at about 24 oz in a 24 period as the bottom line. Other heart mom's have told me they don't get this much in their baby. I get nervous because if she gets dehydrated and I give her the meds- it can cause her to have seizures. Not happening. I will try her tube free for a couple of days and pray and pray and pray that some instinct that existed when she was born will kick back in.

She is actually quite fond of her bottle and kicks when she sees it and lunges toward it, but when it is in her mouth she chops it. I usually end up squeezing the bottle while she pretends to suck. If we are tube free here soon I will post about what I did for those of you (like me) who wish someone would just fix it already. It's always more emergent when their blood. I have come to grips with the tube, but if it's making her bleed...it has to go!

She is loving the solids and wants anything I am eating in her mouth. The trouble is she will gets a tiny piece or anything, she gags, and throws up her entire feed. She is still toothless and has an extreme gag reflex. Oh the joys!! Luckily it hasn't seemed to discourage her from wanting to eat everything she can get her hands on. I would love for her to cut some teeth and enjoy eating foods with a little more texture. Unfortunately the same medication that makes her fuzzy also makes her gums thick. I suppose all of the side effects are a small price to pay for all the good it is doing for her.

Hopefully soon there will be a post about the NG being gone for good. I have thought about that blog post on many occasions...what should I title it? How many different ways can I describe "gone" and in what languages. It keeps me up at night.

That is pretty much the latest with our little heart baby. I cannot believe she is almost a year old...that is going to be a monumental day for our family!

Jun 10, 2009

SYTYCD Re-cap.


Ok- soooo. HANDS DOWN I'm stuffing the ballot box for Jeanine & Phillip!! They were fabulous- LOVED IT! I could have done without the yellow high tops, but whatever.

Maybe it is because they were first, maybe it was because I have been craving the show, or maybe it was the song. This song reminds me of my man... so it could of been the song. I feel a side note approaching:

When I met John I used to tease him that he was a gangster because of the music he listened to. He is an R&B junkie. He wants background music on constantly and is always singing along- it's cute. His fav: Ne-Yo! His second fav: Usher The song they danced to is "Mad" by Ne-Yo. In case you are curious enough to look it up :-) This was one of my initial attractions to him...he sang "gangster love songs." I am fully aware that this type of music generally isn't categorized as "gangster"... but to me, at 18, it was.

If you missed the show last night, you are welcome to come to SYTYCD night for a recap and results. Seriously, if I know you and you want to scrutinize the dances with me and some friends/family- come on over. Come on over if you're healthy that is :-)

Lastly, an honorable mention goes to Brandi and Evan! I think they will be a few of my fav's.

Jun 9, 2009

Cousins

I didn't have time to type anything after I went a little overboard with the pictures of my last post. The pictures were from memorial day, a birthday, and a blessing.

If you didn't figure out from all of the faces...this family is HUGE!! All of John's siblings and step siblings live here (except one) and they all have children (except one). I lost track of how many cousins my kids have... it's crazy! This year alone there were six babies(on John's side). SIX! Mia will have a lot of buddies. Her closest cousin in age (my sister's baby 'Natalie') was born exactly one month after her, but she lives far far away. So, I guess that makes seven babies her age.

My kids are lucky to have so many cousins! I wish my kids knew the cousins on my side. It makes me sad that they will only get to see them once a year or so. Anyone up for moving up here? Speaking of my family being close by. I was in my front yard this afternoon talking to a friend and someone pulled into my driveway. I looked over and it was my MOM!!! It was the best surprise Eeeeever! I knew she was coming up here, but she was supposed to go straight to Whidbey Island. My grandma is having surgery and she came up to take care of her. She couldn't resist Mia's face. Who can blame her really...she's such a flirt you can't help but drive out of your way for a little MIA.


Tonight when Ellie was playing quietly with her toy I heard her say, "I miss my best best best BEST friend Karissa." It was super sweet! It is so sad that she doesn't get to see Karissa like she did when they lived a few streets away. I think they will be life long friends.

Jense also has a cousin his exact same age... Levi. These boys are too cute!! Pardon his shaved head. John takes liberties with his hair that I don't necessarily agree with. I don't mind a buzz...but his hair was at such a cute length.

Say a little prayer for my grandma.