6 Firemen + 4 EMT's + 5 hrs in emergency room + 3 hrs at vet = 1 unhappy husband

I suppose I should clarify a bit...Face Book just doesn't give you enough room & probably made it sound worse than it was. So here's the long version...

Last Wednesday morning Max & I went outside to enjoy some sun that wasn't totally scorching. He was in a diaper and I had shorts and a tank top, neither of us had shoes. After splashing in the wading pool for a bit I thought to myself, "My husband has been fabulous and doing everything around here lately. I'll go water the garden so he doesn't have to do it later", cuz that's the kind of person I am. Max of course followed me back to the rocky garden & I began watering. He started to complain a bit that his feet hurt so I dusted them off with my hands and put him on a chair to watch. I continued to wander through watering and pruning a bit for about 10 minutes. Max hopped down off the chair and picked a "bapple". He thinks the tomatoes are apples and eats them right off the vine, I don't mind so I rinsed it off in the hose and handed it to him.

Finished with the watering I rinsed Max's tomato juice tummy off & we went back inside. I turned the TV on for him and went to rinse off my cucumbers and peppers I'd picked. I was feeling a bit dizzy and sat down, the dizziness only got worse as I sat. Then I noticed the right side of my face felt numb, just like I'd had a Novocain injection. It felt really weird and both just kept getting worse. I called Mike and as I did remembered he had spread ant poison around the garden a couple days earlier. It was all over back there and I had been walking through it, touching it and probably inhaled a bit. Mike told me to go read the label & do what it said. I jumped in the shower to rinse myself off (thankfully I had Mike move one of our outdoor ottomans into the shower a few weeks go. I just can't stand & soak in there like I want to anymore w/o being able to sit). I was still dizzy when I got out so called Mike back and he said he was on his way home and to call my Dr. I thought about how Max had been back there as well and kept my eye on him. He seemed perfectly fine and content to watch TV.

The Dr. said go to the hospital. Yeah, easier said than done when you are dizzy and have a 22 month old to dress and load into the car. It takes Mike about 40 min. to get home and they said not to wait. I called a couple friends and got voicemails. I remembered my sister had an appointment in Beverly Hills that morning so I crossed my fingers that she had not gone home yet. Luckily she was just leaving and said she would come right over. But again, Beverly Hills isn't that close. I tried Sachia again, but on her cell this time. She was out running errands and rushed right over saying she would take me and just haul Max around with her while she ran errands. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, who wants to run errands toting around a 1 yr old and a 2 yr old? Plus, I can't get the car seat out of my car.

Reluctantly I called 911. Within minutes of me calling, Sachia showed up followed by 2 fire trucks with about 6 firemen & 2 ambulances with 4 EMT's, a bit much if you ask me. I immediately regretted calling. They moved fast around my annoying dogs who were thrilled to have a house full of playmates. Max didn't even poke his head out of the family room. He really likes his shows. Apparently the firemen control these kinds of situations, they took down what happened, my info, and took blood pressure then instructed the EMT's to put me on the stretcher. I asked if I could walk and they said no. Honestly the whole thing was a bit embarrassing at this point. I knew Max was in good hands so off we went in the ambulance.

Mike didn't know I had called 911 so went home 1st. He checked on Max and changed into comfy jeans (good thinking, cuz hospitals are not known for being fast). After some blood work, monitoring my blood pressure, and listening to the babies heart over a 5 hr period they finally said I could go home. My blood work was fine, baby was fine & most likely the whole thing was a combo of me doing too much and probably being allergic to an ingredient in the poison.

Oh, and when we got home my sister said our dog Boo still seemed out of sorts. She had been coughing for a couple days & my sister had been here a few days earlier. Mike figured since he was home from work and Max was napping and I would just lie down that he would take her to the vet. 3 hrs later they came home with meds for Boo who apparently had cloudy lungs causing her to cough so much. Unbelievable. We won't be getting new cell phones or a new TV, or frozen yogurt 4 times a week now :(

So there you have it. 5 days later & my face is still numb on the right side, but I'm perfectly fine & just bitter that not one of the firemen or EMT's was like the dreamy ones in the calendars. Mike told me if I want to meet a cute guy to just go on line next time :)

Recession proof Birthday

Mike started a tradition 2 years ago of making my birthday a week long celebration. I'm pretty sure me talking about it and constantly suggesting the fabulous idea had nothing to do with it. I get a little present each day and 1 big present on my birthday. This year he told me it could only be 5 days due to the recession. I'm not going to complain because part of it included a fun weekend in San Diego (thanks to Citibank points1). Plus, my Dad, my older sister and her kids were here so Mike didn't have to entertain me too much.

My sister arrived the day of my b-day so we enjoyed some cupcakes from Dots that some fab friends and my husband picked up for me. Thurs. night we went out for a late dinner. It just made us feel old that we were exhausted at 8pm and shocked that Houston's was so packed at that hour. My, how we forget what it was like w/o children & when we both worked until 7 or 8 every night. We did have some random celebrity sightings, Long-duk-dong & Dennis Rodman were there (separately). We used to eat at Houston's a lot (when I had a job) and almost always saw celebrities there.

Friday after Mike got off work we drove down to SD and stayed through late Sunday afternoon. We went to the San Diego zoo with our friends the Howe's, had some yummy Mexican food, enjoyed the hotel breakfast buffet, checked out La Jolla beach & stopped at the San Diego temple for pictures on the way home.

Not a bad deal for a birthday in a recession year, eh? Thanks Mike :)

no laughing at the pregnant woman eating her 2nd cupcake

This cheetah walked right by us on its way to a lunch for guests who bought a back-stage pass. We're totally gonna save up for that next time.

Max & Fallon checking out some sort of crocodile thingy.

Group shot in front of Galapagos turtle exhibit. Both Max & Fallon wanted to climb in. We should have let them...they could probably out run the turtles.

One of the few pics of Max & I were it was not a total chest shot of me (sorry folks, trying to keep it 'G' rated)

Max hated walking in the sand, but loved jumping the waves on this rock. we had to drag him away screaming.

One of the most beautiful buildings ever

No longer a softball fan

Other than Max learning something cute from Dad, I'm no longer a softball fan. WARNING- photos of softball injuries.

(at first he is saying "cheese" cuz' he thinks I'm taking a picture)

Basically it's because Mike is getting all the attention & this is why...

Beaned in the kidney with a line drive- took about a month to heal. This picture is taken about 2 weeks into it.

Sliding into base- IN SHORTS! Who does that? This picture was taken about 2 weeks into the healing process...and it's still healing.

Not to mention the broken big toe in between these 2 injuries that lasted about 3 weeks. Seriously, what does a pregnant girl have to do for some sympathy & attention?

Ok, Ok. I feel bad for Mike. He does love to play & it makes him happy and gets him some exercise. I guess like pregnancy, he's decided the pain and suffering is worth it in the end. I'm still glad the season is almost over :)

The price you pay

Yesterday was a good day, & now I'm paying for it.

Max had a great morning- up at 7:45 ate a good breakfast etc. He played happily with his new train set from GG & Pop-pop until lunch. He even took a great 2.5 hr nap. Dad came home early @ 3 to take us to my Dr. Appointment. We waited 20 min or so, but were done in less than 10 min once we got in. Max didn't freak out while he was measuring my tummy this time, probably becuase Dad was holding him.

We headed down to LA to meet Mike's folks for an early dinner at Jerry's dinner where I proceeded to eat 2 pickles, an entire pastrami melt sandwhich, an order of onion rings & 2 lemonades (oh, its gonna get worse than this!). The newest Brownstein boy was born on Sunday so we went to meet little Owen Parker at Cedars-Sinai. Adorable! I forgot how tiny they are! Max hapily strolled the halls with GG chatting it up with everyone they ran into. He definitely takes after his GG.

GG & Pop-pop were nice enough to babysit Max so Mike and I could go see Harry Potter at the Grove. I've never been to the Grove, it's gorgeous and it was as great night. Naturally we stopped at 7-11 for treats where I got my movie favs: sour patch kids, kit-kat & sweedish fish. We also got the worst lemonade ever from concessions so when we drank that I sent Mike back for a Sprite & he returned with a pretzel & sweet tarts as well.

Sooo, point of this blog? Don't eat so much crap when you are 33 weeks pregnant. You feel it the next day!

On a side note: leaving the parking garage we saw this crazy car. Mike had no idea what it was & I thought it was the batmobile. He looked it up online when we got home. Apparently it's a $585k Salene S7. Honestly...who drives a car like that?

Huh?

Max has started to talk more and understand more. We still spend a lot of time looking at each other going "Did you understand that?". He cracks us up quite a bit. The other day in the car Mike turned to me & said "Babe, can you grab that for me?" From the back seat we hear, "babe". I decided right then to start calling Mike "Monster" to see if Max would repeat it & told Mike he must call me "Love" ;) I guess we need to be a lot more careful now with what we say, eh? He also says "Hey!" when he wants your attention & "no" a lot. Neither is on my top 10 list. I do like that when I ask him to go to his room or when you ask him to put his toys and books away he knows what he is being asked to do. He also generally does it.

These are some of my favorite words. Let's see if you can guess what any of them mean :)

bapple
fape
mah-knee
bob billfer fith it
aaaa-cus
peez
carz-in
yez
sue
hoe
outseye

A video of Max in his new truck that my sister generously turned over to us.

My P-town

I grew up in Pleasanton, CA which is up north, East Bay area. So for me, P-town always meant Pleasanton, not Provo. Craig Ferguson did a bit once on his late show about Pleasanton, you can check it our here. A couple weeks ago my sister & her 2 kids ditched her working husband & I ditched mine for the 5.5 hr drive to P-town. We made it there in just under 5 hrs. Not bad for a mini van w/3 kids and a pregnant lady! My sister Krista did the driving and I imagine she was pretty anxious to get out of the car of whiners.

Our older sister. Kim lives there still and her oldest was graduating high school and her other daughter was graduating 8th grade. My parents flew in & my other sis Gina & her family made the 14 hr drive from WA in around 12 hrs. I'm pretty sure the radar gun he picked up from Costco had something to do with that speed. The only family missing was my brother's from TX. For some reason the military doesn't just let their Dr's take a week off whenever they want- ridiculous!

For some reason Pleasanton always feels like home to me. We lived there until I was 16 when we moved to WA. I still tease my parents that I'm bitter about having to move & make new friends halfway through my Jr. year. Driving down streets that have changed, home developments that were not there 15 years ago was...different, but didn't make it feel less like "home". Attending a graduation at the high school 3 of the 5 Holmes kids graduated from & that all 5 attended just made my feel old. Imagine how my sister feels...she had a daughter graduate from the same high school she graduated from (sorry Kim, had to throw that in!). Some of the same teachers are even still there.

My patient father checking off each speech during the graduation. Cracked me up.

My dad & the little boys cleaning up the fruit platter after the grad party.

Ok, enough of my nostalgia. I blame the pregnancy like I do with everything else these days. After I have Boy #2 I'll blame it on baby blues for a while, then I'll blame it on fatigue from 2 kids, yada yada yada. You get the picture. So long as something is taking the blame right?

Anyway, even though the June gloom was in full force, we had a fabulous time. 3 days of catching up, watching the kids re-connect, eating, playing in the pool (no matter the weather), & watching Max discover trains and learn new words. Trains are his new obsession. I wish those stinkin Thomas the Train toys weren't so expensive. I'll have to hit ebay for them I guess cuz my selfish sister wasn't giving up the collection she amassed over the last 10 years. Oh, & while there Max started saying his cousin Carson's name (pronounced Carz-in). You can't say it around him now w/o him looking everywhere for his cousin. Vocab is growing every day.

Playing w/trains and cars in Marcus's room. I'm sure he'll eventually find everything his younger cousins got into and moved.

In the hot tub. A little too chilly for the pool this day.

Thanks Kim for hosting everyone and letting us tear your house apart for a few days!

The Cousins

I love the Fathers in my life

An early Father's Day blog. We plan on being busy this weekend with lots of fun stuff :)

(forgive the photo montage, I got really sappy going through photos to pick and couldn't narrow them down. Some have probably been on the blog already).

This Father's day has me especially grateful for a few reasons...

Being pregnant with #2 makes me appreciate Mike so much more. He is wonderful with Max and totally takes over when he gets home from work so I can get other things done or just relax. Even with a broken big toe this week he hasn't slowed down (much). He's hobbled around while I waddle around. I love him for the wonderful husband he is & the fabulous father he has become. And to think, this guy wouldn't even hold a baby before Max! Now he's a bath giving, bottle making, diaper changing fool and I love him for it.

I'm grateful for my father. I'm handier than most girls I know because of my dad, & I don't remember him ever missing a dance or piano recital. With 5 kids, church and a full time job, he sure would have had an excuse. Mike, Max and I love having him stay with us. I admit, partly for selfish reasons. He's an awesome babysitter & handy around the house. But I also love just having my dad around and that Max gets to build a relationship with him. Last week my sister and I drove up to Pleasanton (where we grew up) for 2 graduations. 1 niece graduating junior high & another graduating high school. It was great visiting with family, even though the June gloom was in full force there as well. We drove home Sunday & Monday morning I got a call from my sis that my father had a heart attack and was in the hospital there. I was terrified & scrambled to get in touch with my other siblings. I'm so grateful he was there with my sister still and not on the plane home. I'm even more grateful that he got excellent treatment & is doing better.

I don't remember a ton about my grandfather's. Both had passed away when I was young. So it's important to me that my son get time with his grandfathers. Thank goodness these days for video phones, digital photos, blogs, email, etc. It let's us keep Mike's dad, Pop-Pop up to date on all Max's shenanigans. The end of May we spent some time with Mike's family in Philly. Although he wasn't feeling great, Pop-Pop flipped Max on the couch and kept a close eye on him as Max went up and down the stairs. I love that my son gets to spend time with his Pop-Pop. We're looking forward to a visit in July when Mike's older brother becomes a father for the first time :)

My brother and brothers-in-law are great fathers as well. Watching them be involved in their kids' activities even between busy work and church schedules has been a great example for Mike and I. Apparently it can be done with more than 1 child!

Happy Father's Day to all the wonderful Dad's in my life. I love you.