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I Have a Haiwy Eaw


I had my yearly checkup the other day.  They did all the basics…

First I had my blood pressure taken.

Dr. Nicole said:  “Is it getting tight?”  This, as she was pumping and pumping and pumping the cuff.

Next she said:  “Now I need to chseck yow eyes and eaws.”

“Yowr eyes awr good.”

Right ear:  “This eaw is doughty.”

Left ear:  “This eaw isn’t doughty…but it’s kind of haiwy.”

(To which I said, rather surprised…”WHAT!?!”)

She went on to explain…”Fwom yowr haiw.”

(Whew)

Then it was time to check my heart.

She asked first “Whearw is yow haught?”

Then she listened very intently and proclaimed “Yowr haught is stwong and healthy.”

“Now I need to give yow a sot.”

I pretended to look worried and she said, “Sots let yow be helfy.  Sots have medicine.”

Then she checked my temperature and said “Yow mouf is kind of sad.”

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Which of course made me smile…

so I gave her a hug.

I love my little daycare 3 yr old Doctor.

She makes me smile.

🙂

Patty O

Ps…Be sure to clean your ears before your next checkup!

Samantha…the Best Birthday Present EVER!


I don’t think I’ve written this story before.

I guess if I have you’ll just have to bear with me one more time.

Today is my birthday.

Age is just a number, right?  Well, I’m 49 today.

In my mind I’m in my 30’s.

My body wants to double that number…lol!

I do enjoy the freedom that age brings…the ‘Oh, what the hell!’ moments…the ‘I don’t care what others think’ moments…the ‘I choose to surround myself with caring, loving, supportive people’ moments…the ‘Life is short, eat the damn Caramello Candy Bar’ moments.  (I’ve had a few too many of those moments lately.)

But I digress…

Miss Samantha was set to be born during the 3rd week of November, 22 years ago.

This gorgeous smushy faced little girl had other plans.  (OK, in reality, my body had other plans, but it’s more fun to think of her wanting OUT!)

There was bed rest…there was more bed rest…and then there was 2 weeks in the hospital on bed rest.

Fun it was not, however, there are blessings that come from every situation…and what a blessing she has been.

A not so fun part of those two weeks was when she decided to completely turn around inside me (obviously) and go breech.  This was just a few days before she was born.

Let’s use a Sophia Petrillo saying (from Golden Girls):  ‘Picture this’:  An almost 7 pound baby completely turning around inside a mother’s stomach (ok…technically womb).

It looked like I had an alien trying to break out.

It was DISGUSTING!

And not particularly comfortable, mind you, either.

Thankfully (for her delivery…not so thankfully for the fun experience), she turned back around before she decided to make her entrance to the world.

A cute part of the story is how the Doctor came in one day to discuss when I could be taken off the Tributaline (a lovely medication that you get put on to stop the contractions…imagine having to lay in bed while taking a medication that makes your body feel like you’ve just drank a couple 5 hour energy drinks).

Anyywayyyy….I digress again…

I had this wonderful older gentleman as my Doctor, and he came to tell me I could go off the medication as of 12:01 a.m. on November 15th.

I looked him in the eye and asked if I could go off the meds one day early, since the 14th was/is my birthday and I couldn’t ask for a better birthday present than to possibly have my baby that day.

At first he said no…but I argued a bit by reminding him that with the first ultrasound they wobbled between two different days as her due date.

He hesitated, looked me in the eye, and said “Don’t tell ANYONE I’m doing this, but ok”.

Standing behind him was his nurse, who was now wide-eyed and shaking her head.  As he left the room, she quick stopped by my bed and whispered “He NEVER does that!”

I wish I could take you back to that moment to actually witness it.  It was just such a sweet, funny, heart-warming moment.  He was such a sweet but serious Doctor.  God love him.

Well, the rest of the story…

I was taken off the meds at 12:01 a.m.

I was in labor by 5:45 a.m.

Samantha was born by 10:15 a.m.

Bing, Bam, Boom.

Best…Birthday…Present…EVER.

A sweet, adorable, albeit slimy, baby girl.

It just doesn’t get any better than that.

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I love you baby girl.

You may be 22 now, graduating from college with honors, an amazing Artist, incredibly smart, and drop-dead gorgeous…

but you’ll always be my baby girl.

And my best birthday present ever.

Love,

Mom

(Patty O)

The Toddler Invasion


As my readers know, I did daycare for 4 years.  The two little peanuts I watched are my absolute favorite 2 and 4 year old toddlers in the whole wide world.  They are the funniest little characters who continue to steal our hearts in our weekly visits.  Many a humorous blog post has been written about them, such as…Goats in Bathrooms, Kitchens, and Jumping on Chairs, Belly Buttons and Boogers, and My Mommm Said Sooooo. Read more

Dear God…Sometimes Life Just Kinda Stinks


Today was one of those days, and no, this is NOT an April Fool’s Day joke.

We’ve been dealing with anger issues with Motzy lately.  He would do really well…and then suddenly snarl at one of us.

We tried everything…reprimanding him, putting him in his kennel for a timeout, and anything else you can imagine.   We even had our own private Veterinary advisor Jen – the daycare baby’s Mom.  She talked us through many ideas for training and disciplining him.

But today we had to say goodbye.

He went after Gabi last Thursday night when she was doing nothing more than snuggling with him – like they had every night for the past 7 months.  He left 8 indents on her hands along with a couple scrapes.  He didn’t break skin, but she froze in fear.  Motzy was immediately put in his kennel where we didn’t hear a peep from him until morning.

Today he went after me twice.  This morning leaving a few teeth indents on my hand and this afternoon I was saved by his cone.  He has snarled at us before and had attempted to bite but hadn’t connected.  We had him neutered on Friday with the hope that it might help things.  Unfortunately it didn’t, he actually was worse.

We had to make the decision today, and even though we knew we absolutely couldn’t have a dog that snapped at any of us or the two little daycare babies, it was still hard to say goodbye.  He was the sweetest dog 95% of the time.  But we couldn’t take a chance on the other 5%, especially with his episodes escalating.

I told Gabi before we left that maybe this was just all part of God’s plan.  Maybe Motzy has a wonderful new home to go to where he’ll be able to do all the things English Setters are supposed to do – go bird hunting and get lots of exercise each day.   Maybe that owner wouldn’t have been able to take him when he was a pup.  Maybe we were supposed to give him lots of love for 7 months so that he could eventually meet up with his permanent owner.

For now Jen was able to find a foster home.  She’s hoping to find him a permanent home soon.  I imagine a farm where maybe he could live in a barn and run free.

But for today, we kissed him goodbye and told him how much we loved him.  He’s spending the night at the Vet Clinic awaiting his ride.

Whatever God’s plan may be for Motzy, or for us…

Sometimes life just kinda stinks.

Patty O

“Why’s His Head Out There?”


Best almost-4-year-old quote ever.

I bought these little hangers a couple of years ago at IKEA.  At the time I thought they’d be cute little person hangers for their coats, and since the little people I watch have 88 sled dogs, what better hangers than doggie butts?

It wasn’t until I cleared them off yesterday (of extra scarves, mitten, hats) that Elena really noticed them.

And yes, that was her first question.  “Why’s his head out there?”

Of course it was said with all the cuteness you can imagine in a sarcastic almost-4-year-old tone…insinuating that I was doing something wrong, or obviously stupid as I put their heads outside.

{sigh}

I just love a little person’s perspective.

As I told her Mom the story after work, I was told another funny story involving Miss E.  Her Dad had taken her and her sister on a road trip to visit their cousins (and to pick up his deer head mount).  You can see it coming right?  On the way home, the little Miss says “Dad, he’s lookin’ at me!”

Then a few moments later adds “Dad, can he blink?”

😉

Have a good day!  And if you’re not – make it better by looking at things through the eyes of a child!

Patty O

ps…Now remember when you look at this picture…I AM a thankfully imperfect woman, so NO I did not clean the door or wall before taking the picture, and YES that’s weather-stripping in the door, and YES it ends before it hits the floor…don’t ask me…I don’t have a clue.  That’s my husband’s department!

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