Best of our Pirate Ryland |
Best of Ginny Weasley, student at Hogwarts, a.k.a. Darcy |
Best of our Mickey Mouse - Caelan |
Best of our Pirate Ryland |
Best of Ginny Weasley, student at Hogwarts, a.k.a. Darcy |
Best of our Mickey Mouse - Caelan |
The tears this morning were only for Dad and dried up quickly once he left.
Just like other 3 year olds! How awesome is that??
He spent the entire day there, had a 45 minute nap and tons of fun.
He can apparently navigate his walker about the classroom without crashing
into everything, and even does well with it outside in the play yard.
I'm so proud of my big boy!!
Now if only he would sleep through the night!?!?
That would be icing on the cake!!
It sounds like it's considered normal behaviour for these ages
But I would really prefer that it wasn't the norm for our house.
Everything seems to become an argument.
Everything seems to become a melt down.
And yet, they really are good girls.
Everyone else tells me how good they are.
Just not so much at home... at least not for some really basic things.
We've introduced a Responsibility Chart.
It's not for chores, or behaviours.
It's just to outline what's expected of them.
There's no point in arguing about these responsibilities.
And while we're at it, no complaining or whining either.
I just don't want to hear it.
Things like brushing your teeth or your hair, or
having a shower are really non-negotiable.
Putting your dirty clothes in the laundry and setting the table.
Doing your homework and clearing the dinner dishes.
Are these really dramatic tantrum inducing obligations?
Unfortunately, they sometimes are in our house.
It's come to this;
If they don't want to do what's expected of them,
then I don't want to hear requests for anything.
Don't ask for toys, books, clothes or money.
Don't ask to go on playdates, to dances, or sleepovers.
These are privileges to be earned, not rights.
ugh.
That's an argument I expected to have to use with
a 16 year old about getting their drivers licence!
What are we going to do when they're teenagers?!?!
He actually said no, no, no.
He didn't want Daddy to leave.
Breaks my heart.
6am | clonidine |
white amoxil | |
pink amoxil | |
11am | vitamin D |
12pm | clonidine |
2pm | white amoxil |
pink amoxil | |
6pm | clonidine |
9pm | methadone |
melatonin | |
10pm | prevacid |
11pm | white amoxil |
pink amoxil | |
12am | nitrofurantoin |
clonidine |
It's apparently a side effect of the new antibiotics.
It's one of those days where I'm kind of happy to be at work. he he he
Sorry about the visual.
I suspected pneumonia. I just wanted a chest x-ray to prove me wrong.
With Caelan's vocal cords pinned open he's at a greater risk for aspiration
pneumonia.
I'll explain that more in another post.
I hate going to emergency.
I hate having to fight to be heard.
I hate not being heard.
It's all so frustrating.
Caelan remembered the hospital all too well.
He freaked. He went beserk.
No, that's an understatement. There are no words.
... In the end we were both exhausted
Then he acted darn near normal.
I think I may have over-reacted.
But by then they wouldn't let us go home.
He was admitted into the hospital.
And this morning I'm at work.
My son is in the hospital and I'm at work.
I don't like that.
I don't do it well.