I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas

We've been talking about some things that the boys would like to get for Christmas here lately. Thankfully, Ethan is easy to buy for and when I ask him what will happen if he doesn't get what he wants, he tells me, "well, that will be fine." He has been concerned about a gift though; he wants to know what his mama wants. Isn't that sweet? (Ronnie says these boys spoil me, but I don't see it.)

So, Thursday morning I had the hankering to listen to the Shirley Temple song, I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas, with Ezra while I was getting ready for work. I sang terribly, but loud. And Ezra got a kick out of it.

When Ethan woke up I told him I had finally figured out what I wanted.

"What, Mama?"

And I started singing. Once I finished a couple of lines I stopped and looked at him, waiting for a response.

"Really? You want a hippopotamus for Christmas?"

"Yes, I do. Is there a problem?"

"Well, we'll have to get a really big cage. They're really big you know."

"No. I thought I'd put him in the bedroom with you and Elijah. I don't want my hippopotamus in a cage outside."

"Well, they need a lot of water. When they get hot, they use it to cool off."

"It's not hot. It's really cold outside. Why do we need a lot of water?"

"But they eat a ton of grass, Mama!"

"Look outside! We have lots of grass!"

"Is that really what you want for Christmas?"

"Yes, it is."

At this point I walked out of the room so I could get dressed for work and I heard the following exchange between Ethan and Elijah.

"Elijah, Mama told me what she wants for Christmas."

"Otay. Wat?"

Big sigh. "A hippopotamus."

Quizzically, "a hippo-pot-mus?

"Yes, that's what she wants. You think we should get one?"

"Yea"

"I think we should probably get seven, okay?"

"Otay."

Then I hear little feet running to me. "We're getting you seven hippopotamuses for Christmas!!"

I love it!

Hives

Friday I stayed home with the two little littles and took Ezra to the doctor for his 15 month check up. (Why, yes, he did turn 16 months on Sunday...barely squeezed in there, but I did it!) He did great! He let Ms. Jennifer check him out with no problems as he was mesmerized with her stethoscope and ear check thingy. When it was time to check his mouth he opened his mouth right up and let her look in. She actually joked that we should video it because kids just don't do that well for a check up at the doctor. I joked that it's probably because we play doctor a lot around here with Daddy's fire department. He got his shots and an antibiotic since he had an ear infection in the right ear and fluid on the left. And we were on our happy way.

That night Ronnie came home, Ethan got off the bus at home for the first time and we had a fun night at home.  Ezra acted fine, but he developed the hard, red spot around the injection site from earlier.

Saturday we rode down to Concord Mills for a bit and enjoyed some time at the fire department party for the kids. At some point during the day I noticed Ezra had a few small, red dots on his cheek. They looked like little bug bites. I thought it was strange, but I wasn't concerned. I also noticed that the spot on his leg was getting bigger, but it still looked pretty normal for vaccination side effects.

Sunday we got up and went to church. Well, we were late. I should note that I was washing clothes for us to wear, (someone who should be potty trained goes through a gazillion pair of underwear a day!) and this must have been the sign that the washer and dryer were getting ready to die on me, (as they did on Monday...different story) since it took forever for each machine to do it's job. I know, I know. You truly have your act together when you're washing clothes a few hours before you need to wear them.

Anyway, let's make a long story longer. After church we went to my parents' for lunch and when my sister got there (nursing student, yay!) I had her look at Ezra's poor leg. She said if it wasn't better by Monday, she would take him to the doctor. At the point he had a few spots around it, but nothing major. We left there around 3.30 and went home. I took a nap, the boys played outside with Ronnie.

I woke up and went to pee. While doing so, Ronnie comes flying in to tell me that we had to go to the emergency room. What?! I just woke up, and I'm trying to pee and you're carrying on about the hospital? I'm confused. Explain to me. He tells me that Ezra looks awful. Turning red all over. I check him out and he looks pitiful, but I really don't want to spend $300 on an ER copay. I called his regular pediatrician and was told to give him Benadryl and if he wasn't better in the morning to call and bring him in. No problem. Wait. Why would I have Benadryl? I'm ever prepared so I send Ronnie to Wally World to pick some up. With the groceries. And swing by for takeout. As you can tell, I wasn't extremely concerned.

Ronnie got home and Ezra took his new medicine like a champ, but he kept getting worse. The spots were getting bigger and more numerous. And he was really starting to look bad. 





These were taken before he got worse. But after the Benadryl he continued to get redder. It was really sad. I sent these pictures to my sister and she demanded that we take him to the hospital. Ronnie thought we should go and I agreed. We dropped the older littles off at their grandparents' and we headed to the ER.

At the ER, we were rushed into the back and checked out quickly by triage. Apparently a red baby is serious. We were told the next bed available belonged to us as we were sent to the waiting room. We only had to wait about 10 minutes before we were called back to the big room with a glass wall and curtain partitions for bad cases. We were worried, but we knew God would take care of our baby no matter what was wrong with him.

Turns out that he's had a reaction to something. No one knows what since he was previously exposed to everything that he had eaten or been given. The scary part is not knowing what to avoid in the future, but we're thankful that the Lord watched over him and that this case wasn't as scary as it could have been. Now he looks bruised, but he's getting better and he doesn't act like it bothers him. And that was how my first experience with hives went.

I did it...

I quit my job. It was much easier than I thought it would be. There have been a few moments when I think I must have lost my small mind, but mostly, I'm glad I did it. We'll see if I feel the same way when I'm not earning a regular paycheck for the first time in a very long time.

If you'll think back with me, you'll remember that I agonized over this decision all summer long. I was pretty miserable thinking about it. I tried to change things. I interviewed at another school, was offered the position, but in the end I just couldn't do it. My plan was to teach this year and then teach online classes next year. I couldn't go through the stress of learning the ropes at a new school just to leave in a year, never mind how that would affect the students at the school. So I decided to stay put. But little did I know then how stressful things would be. Then  there's my personal life. I have hated every morning that I had to leave my little men. Ethan loves school, but Elijah and Ezra need their mama and there wasn't anything left for me to give in the three hours I got daily. Add to that the fact that I'm temporarily a single mother for the work week and Ronnie and I decided that it was time for their to be a parent at home all day. Last, but definitely not least, there's the spiritual aspect of raising our children. We have really struggled with the fact that the most important thing for us to instill in our children is God's love. In the past year we've come to see more and more that the things of this world pass away so we need to prepare our family (and others we meet) to spend eternity with God. We feel that the best way to ensure proper guidance for our children is to do it ourselves.

All that said, the Kidd house is stepping out on faith. I don't anticipate it being easy, but I look forward to being with my family more.

To everything there is a season....

I'm not happy with myself for neglecting the little ole blog since...July. Shame on me. So much has happened in the past few months: Ethan started school, I went back to work, Ezra turned 1, I took an online class, we had a couple of little family trips, I had a new niece, but I haven't shared any of it. But I hope that's about to change. There are several changes coming in the near future hear at the Kidd house.  Big changes. I'm excited, but I'm nervous too. Stay tuned because I plan to get back on the blogging wagon and share all the exciting things involved with our new journeys with you all.

Homemade Christmas

I read a post today on another blog about Christmas in July. The lady makes gifts for her children and starts them around this time of year in order to finish before December. She spends less, the gifts mean more and she has December to enjoy the season. I'm thinking of making things for the boys this year, but I'm not sure what. I think I'll make each of them a blanket since they love to snuggle (plus I already have the fabric for Ethan's and Elijah's). I think boys are a little more difficult to craft for anyways.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas

Any ideas? Leave me a comment...I look forward to hearing from you!

One of those days...

This morning started off great. The boys got up, we ate decent breakfasts and then the boys played around for awhile. I distinctly remember Elijah saying, "Look, Ma," and "cranking" his diaper box with a key. My key. The only key to my car. The only key that can even get me into the car for the next eight days. I didn't think anything about it, espcially since he always leaves his keys in his car.

Ezra took a nap, I bathed and when he woke up we all ate a little lunch. After lunch, we all got dressed and at about 1.45 we were all ready to go. I was happy because I had planned to leave around 2. I needed to go by the bank for Ronnie, the register of deeds to get Ezra's birth certificate (for his lifetime hunting license that my parents buy the grandkids for their first birthdays), I was probably going to stop at Hobby Lobby and then go to my mom's and my grandma's before we returned home later this evening.

But at 1.45 all of my plans came to a staggering halt. I went to Elijah's car, but my keys weren't there. I looked around at the toys he'd been playing with. No keys. I looked where I normally keep them because he's actually good about putting things where they belong. No keys. I looked on my desk, under furniture, in the couch cushions, all around the recliner, everywhere I could look. I asked Elijah where they are. He claims he doesn't know. Great. So here it is 3.30 and I still have no key. I am beginning to believe that I will be stuck here for the next eight days with no way to venture out into my little corner of the world.

I'll be honest. I got really mad. Like super frustrated. I have stuff I have to get done. Why couldn't he just show me what he did with the key? I went to my room, but the longer I was in there the madder I got. I called Ronnie, but he just irritated me because he was on the phone with me, but talking to someone he was with (yeah, he's at work, he kinda has to do that regardless of what's going on with me), I tried looking some more. Everything in this house started to tick me off. I was literally about to explode. I could feel it coming. I had to get out of here.

I looked at Ethan and asked him if he would watch his brothers for just a few minutes because Mama had to chill. He agreed and off I went out the door. Not like I was gonna drive away, right? I just needed some fresh air. I figured I'd check the mail since it probably hadn't been checked since last week this time. And to my surprise I received a note from a dear friend. My mood started to lift. Getting that note made me smile. After I read the card, I tucked it back in it's envelope to preserve until later and as I did it began to rain. I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of the fresh drops. I stopped and let the fat drops land on me. It felt good. I walked closer to the house and when the rain started falling real good, I twirled around like a little girl. Until I got dizzy. And when I stopped, before I opened my eyes, I heard a voice say, "Hey, it's raining and you're gonna get wet!" Snapped back to reality just like that.

But before I went back in, I made Ethan come out in the yard with me and we danced. Not long, but we twirled around together. It was fun to just let everything go and spin around for a moment with my amazing little boy. Who knows how much longer he'll do that with me. I mean, he starts kindergarten next month. After the rain washed my cares away and it really started to pour down, we headed inside, dried off and continued the search for my missing keys. Still no luck.

UPDATE
It's 7.45. Still. no. key. I have looked everywhere a two-year-old could possibly think to put a key. Wait. Maybe not. Because I still haven't found it. Err. I have asked silly questions. I have said we needed to go to Gran Jack's and did he want to go. I have asked him straight up where it is and he tells me it's in the car (which is locked and he hasn't even been outside today). I bribed him with ice cream. He even took me to where he "knew" it was, but it wasn't there. There being outside, on the ground, beside the car. I'm really losing my mind here. And my sweet grandma fussed at me saying I needed to go to WalMart and get a new key, should have had an extra. Thanks, Grandma. Didn't think of that one. So I tried explaining to the 75 year old that it has a special chip and costs a couple hundred per key. Still not sure she understood...probably still thinks I'm just stupid for not having an extra. Oh well.

ANOTHER UPDATE
I searched for the blasted keys all afternoon. I looked everywhere. And then everywhere again. Fridge, pantry, desk, tv stand, boys' rooms, my room, couches. No key. I knew there were some items accumulated  under the couch, in that section where that fabric stuff holds everything in. Aggravating when you need to get something out, that's for sure. I dug my hands down and drug out what I could, but still didn't have a key. Drastic circumstances call for drastic measures. I pulled out the scissors and cut a hole in the bottom of the couch. I pulled out a mag light, a rolling pin, no less than fifty matchbox cars, a dinosaur, enough batteries to open my own Energizer store, part of a candy cane, a pen, a ball pit ball, half a bag of bag clips I bought at Ikea, a watch and I can't remember what all else. No lie. Promise that was all in the bottom of my couch. I found a key. Not the one I wanted though. (Later Ronnie told me it is the key that can unlock, but not crank the van.) I saw a couple of pieces of felt hanging on the side of the couch that I would be able to reach from the top so I left them to get once I flipped the couch upright again. I finished cleaning out the bottom, flipped the couch, stuck my hand down to get the felt, and WAIT A MINUTE! Right there, where I should have felt them ten times already, were my keys! Holy cow! So at 9.30 tonight, after looking all afternoon/evening I found my stupid key. Grandma and I sat and laughed about it for awhile. (She's so sweet, came over to hang out since we couldn't go anywhere.) I am so happy to have found it. Guess I'll be looking into forking over a couple hundred for that extra key now.

Dear Future Daughters-In-Law

I promise I'm doing all I can to make my sons the best husbands and fathers that they can be. Tonight I thought I would teach them how to properly scratch a woman's back. Hey, my back itched and Ronnie isn't home to do it. Ethan developed the plan that he would scratch the top and Elijah the bottom. Cool, I'll take it. But then he instructed Elijah to "do it like this, with your claws." Wait! Your claws? Pretty sure I have a 2 year old sized streak down my back now. But in order to teach him not to do this, I gave him a second chance. This time, Elijah went straight to the love handle and it tickled, so I giggled. My mistake. He found this incredibly funny and there went my back scratch for the night. If this is the only flaw they have, I feel you'll have yourself a pretty good man. I'm trying my best to make sure of it.