Ain’t Love a Kick in the Head?
November 23, 2009 at 9:56 pm | In CKD, Daddy-O, Family Ties, Kidney Disease, The Crap that Men Do | 2 CommentsTags: CKD, Coraline, Dialysis, IgA, kidney transplant, nephrophy, PD, PD Catheter, PKD, Polycystic Kidney Disease
We cleared the final pre-transplant hurdle today. During the Summer, Alex had a Thallium Isotope test to check out his heart and it came back with an indication that there was some damage. The test “revealed” that part of his heart was not receiving oxygen. This could have been a major setback. However, the Doctors felt that the test was “inaccurate” due to a number of things:
a) They had to use Thallium instead of Molybdenum (thank you AECL!)
b) he had just come out of ICU
c) his body was going a little nutso trying to heal itself
His Cardiologist also said that if the test had been correct and that his heart was as damaged as it “appeared” to be, he would have had to have been treated for it already or would have been dead. So, we had a strong indication that the test was incorrect.
He was sent to St. Mike’s today to undergo a Cardio Chemical Stress Test. Basically this means that they fill him full of drugs to make his heart think he’s running on a treadmill when he’s really not. They said there might be some complications. Here’s how his day went:
- We got there at 1:00.
- His test was booked for 2:00.
- They took him in close to 2:30.
- Around 3:30 the Doctor came to tell me they couldn’t get the IV in. (Lately Alex has had problems with his veins, the needles tend to go right through instead of into. They are very fragile. Four different Doctors jabbed him trying to find a vein. They had to page the Phlebotomist and ten seconds after she appeared, she had the IV hooked up.)
- They finally pumped him full of drugs, the first to get his heart rate up and the second to get it “excited”.
- His blood pressure shot up to 240/170. Normal is 120/80.
- He got a splitting headache, which he equated to the pain I had when I had the “stroke” (Eclampsia) after Lexy was born and the blood vessels in my brain ruptured. If that’s the case, I’m so sorry honey that must really hurt.
- He said as soon as the drugs went into his body and he could feel the rapid beat of his heart, it felt like someone was banging a drum with a sledgehammer inside his head to the same rhythm as his heart.
- It took him twice as long as normal to recover from this test.
- We finally left after 5:00 (this was only supposed to take an hour, it took four). Thank goodness I had my iPod with me (I watched “Coraline“, played countless games of Gin and Euchre while listening to a lot of music!).
- I thought he was going to pass out on the train platform. At one point, his eyes rolled upward and his eyelids closed, he was pale, in excruciating pain and just wanted to be in bed. I so wish he didn’t have to go through this.
The good news is that the Cardiologist said that he is going to recommend that they proceed with the Transplant. They just want to get his blood pressure stable first, as it’s still high but normal for him (150/90 range constantly). The test today was our last hurdle. His Dad has been cleared as a donor. Alex is being cleared as we speak.
Maybe Christmas is really coming.
I have been reading a blog that I found when trying to find some more information on Kidney Transplants. It is called My New (Transplanted) Kidney. It is written by a man named Allan who lives in British Columbia. He found out he had Polycystic Kidney Disease and was about a year away from Dialysis. His Brother-in-law donated his kidney in a kidney swap and this in turn gave Allan a new kidney this past July. It’s a pretty scary (as in learning the real truth) blog site, but it has been an eye opener. The thing I really like about it is that he holds nothing (and I really do mean nothing) back. He writes what is “numbers” are at each blood test. He showed a picture of his incision site. It is really informative and helpful. It helps to see what we will and could be facing. Thanks Al for your blog, please keep it up if you are able. I wish you the best in your recovery.
Kudos to Al’s Brother-in-Law for his altruistic, selfless act.
Kudos to Alex’s Dad for the same reason.
Kudos to everyone who has (or will) donated an organ. Organ donations save lives. Please support the green ribbon campaign. Please sign your donor card.
Crazy Week
November 3, 2009 at 12:06 pm | In All Things Doodle, CKD, Caityisms, Daddy-O, Family Ties, Kidney Disease, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters | Leave a CommentTags: Baby, CKD, facebook, Grandkids, IgA, kids, nephrophy, PD Catheter
We’re off to the hospital in a few minutes. Alex is having his PD Catheter removed because the silly thing never worked and it got infected. They want him healed before he has the transplant.
Tomorrow I’m taking the kids to the Doctor’s office to get their H1N1 shots. My doctor is holding a ‘clinic’ for his patients only on Wednesday (for high risk) and Saturday for the rest of us. I’ll go on Saturday. I’ll likely have to bring the kids too because Alex has Dialysis on Saturdays and Lord knows how long we’ll be at the office.
My Sitter’s daughter is really sick, fever, sore neck – don’t think it’s H1N1 but I’m kind of worried about her being there with the wee ones running around … She even has one of the babies sleeping in the sick girl’s room … eek.
Other than that it’s been three days I think since I’ve last visited Facebook. Apparently that’s the right amount of time to get over an addiction. I no longer think about having to check it all the time. Finally some peace.
Caity’s sleeping in her big girl bed now, has been for the past two nights. On Sunday night, we couldn’t wipe the smile off her face, she was so proud and happy to be in the bed. It was very cute, seeing her all snuggled, clutching her blankets to her face, smiling. She looked so little in the single bed, like a little baby in a crib. My baby’s growing up – she’ll be three in February. Eeek!
Lexy has decided that since Caity has a new bed, she wants one too. She tried to tell me that she’s nearly outgrown her current single bed (not likely). She said “look Mommy, my feet almost touch the bottom” … yeah almost touch the bottom in another two feet … nice try kid. You’re keeping that bed for a bit. At least until we get enough money to buy you a proper bedroom set.
It’s Been a While…
October 21, 2009 at 8:16 pm | In CKD, Daddy-O, Family Ties, Kidney Disease, Miscellaneous Crap, The Crap that Men Do, Toeses and Noses | 2 CommentsTags: blogging, CKD, Dialysis, IgA, kids, PD, PD Catheter
Sorry I haven’t written in a bit, been a lot going on lately. Last Thursday was my husband’s 30th birthday. I don’t think he was particularly looking forward to the great event. I tried to surprise him by taking him to Dave and Busters with our friends Candace, Greg and Sib, but he claims he “knew”. I think he knew something was up, I mean how could I forget his big birthday? Why on earth would I want to go to the Bass Pro Shop (that’s the line of bull I fed him)? I can’t imagine this is what he thought it was though. Our other friends (Scott & Jessi, Brian & Sophie and Paul & Kelly) were waiting for us when we got there and it was so nice to see everyone. Some of our group couldn’t be there because they were working, but they were thought of nonetheless. We hadn’t been together in a long time, too long I think. It was a wonderful night, good conversation, lots of games and too much to eat and drink! By the way Paul, where is my Stella glass?? 
On Saturday, Alex and I will have been together for ten years. A huge milestone, especially when you consider that the longest relationship I had prior to meeting Alex lasted a total of 8 months …
In those ten years:
- We’ve had two beautiful babies.
- We’ve bought a house together.
- We got married.
- We’ve loved.
- We’ve cried.
- We’ve laughed.
- Most of our friends have careers.
- Most of our friends had either gotten married or engaged.
- Most of our friends now have children.
- Most of our friends have homes of their own.
- Most of our friends have just turned/will soon turn 30. 1979 was a popular year!
In other words, we’ve grown up.
In those ten years, I finally learned what our friends’ real names were (having being introduced and only ever referred to by a nickname: Bear, Sib, Shrigs, Suddes, Whopper, Fox).
The best part of the last ten years is that no matter what happens, no matter how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other last – if you really need them, they will be there for you. They truly are friends and they’ve never shown it more than over these past few months that we’ve been dealing with Alex’s illness. Thanks again everyone!
I have a good husband. He is an amazing father. Our children adore him, as do I – even when he’s bad
*I let Alex read this post and his only comment: “I’m never bad” … my reaction: pfffttt!*
A Frightening Thought
October 8, 2009 at 9:32 pm | In All Things Doodle, Caityisms, Daddy-O, Family Ties, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters | Leave a CommentTags: birthday, kids, Things that kids say, Toddler speak
Alex and I had dinner tonight later than the girls. We made Spaghetti and the girls had grilled cheese sammies. Naturally they were still hungry and wanted to mooch some of what we had.
I made a small plate up for Lexy and I shared my dinner with Caity.
We were chatting, the four of us, while we ate. Lexy was trying to teach Caity the “proper” way to sing the “A-B-Cs”, Caity mooched most of my dinner like she’s never eaten before.
I said to Caity that when she’s a teenager, she was going to eat me out of house and home.
Lexy said, “Who Mom?”
“Both of you.” I said.
“I’m older.” Said Lexy. “When Caity’s a teenager, I’m going to be a parent!”
As the math calculation was quickly formulating in my head, I realized that when Caity turns 13, Lexy will only be 16. Her Dad and I looked at each other and eyes wide I said, “NO YOU’RE NOT!”. Obviously not realizing what she had just said, Lexy looked confused.
“Lex, you’re not even allowed to start dating until you’re 30!”
I know her comment was innocent. I know 6 is the new 15, but really why are kids in such a hurry to grow up? Slow down please my darling girl. Your sister is almost 3 and you’re both growing too fast as it is. Earlier in the evening when Lexy and I went to the store, she asked how old she had to be to sit in the front seat. I said 12. To her, the front seat is the power seat. It means you’re an adult because only big people get to sit in the front. Even at 6 years old, she understands the concept.
She’s desperate to sit up front, and I’m desperate to keep her in the back. I wonder where the time’s gone.
Tomorrow is my Parent’s 50th Wedding Anniversary. If I make that milestone with Alex, I’ll be 89 years old. My Mom tells me all the time stories about when I was Lexy’s age. I know she wonders where the time’s gone.
Next week is Alex’s 30th birthday. I bet his Mom wonders where the time has gone too…
When You Have Theatre Tickets, Don’t Give Your Husband the Remote
October 1, 2009 at 11:41 pm | In Daddy-O, Miscellaneous Crap, The Crap that Men Do | Leave a CommentTags: Grey's Anatomy, IgA, Michael Burgess, Ontario Philharmonic, PVR, Symphony
He had one job to do tonight. One. I even made it easy for him. I went to see the Symphony with Michael Burgess tonight (more on that in a bit) and I set up the recorder to ‘tape’ three shows for me, “Flash Forward”, “Grey’s Anatomy” and “Private Practice”.
I told him, just turn the TV to Channel 18 by 8:00.
“OK”. He said. “Put the reminder on the channel”.
I did.
I called him after dinner tonight. Don’t forget to change the channel. “OK” he said.
I called him before the concert started at 7:30. Don’t forget to put the correct channel on for me. “OK” he said.
I get home from the concert, he comes up stairs looking rather sheepish. “I think I recorded the hockey game”.
“Pardon?”
“Yeah, Greg called just when it started and I forgot.”
“I gave you one job.” I said, miffed. That’s it, no more UFC recordings for him … *sigh* Seriously honey, one job …
Time to get a PVR…
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Back to my earlier comment. I had a fabulous night tonight, it was so great to get out. One of my favourite tenors, Michael Burgess was singing with the Ontario Philharmonic Orchestra. He did a selection of music, mostly from Andrew Lloyd Webber, and it was fantastic. The Symphony was amazing, our seats were amazing (thank you Jacqui!) and I even got to meet him after the show and received my very own autographed photo 
The first act was awesome, Michael came on after the Symphony played a selection of songs from “West Side Story“. So good. I love the score from this musical. The Symphony also played Gershwin’s “An American in Paris“, which was great too but I’m not familiar with the music. Some of my favourites also were the selection of Beatles music. Who knew that music from four guys with guitars and drums would translate so magnificently into a fully orchestral piece? Awesome.
The best, however, was saved for last when Michael sang from “The Phantom of the Opera”. His rendition of “Music of the Night” was powerful, his voice filled the theatre – an incredible range of deep tenor and soft falsetto. His version of Gethsemane from “Jesus Christ Superstar” was inspiring.
But oh. my. god. when he sang “Bring Him Home” from Les Miserables, I was in tears – practically from the first note. I’ve seen Les Miz about ten times, seriously. It’s what I measure all other musicals against, to me it’s sublime perfection. I know every word, every note from that play intimately, but I had forgotten how powerful that song was. The words made me think about my husband “Bring him peace, bring him joy, he is young, he is only a boy”, the prayer a “father” makes to save his dying “son” (althogh Marijus wasn’t Jean Valjean’s son), thinking of all the things my husband is going through – I lost it. I was sobbing. Unashamedly. My friend Elizabeth, who joined me for the evening, knows what I’m like and she was dreading the song for this reason. Her friend, reduced to a pile of jello.
Tomorrow night’s performance is sold out, which is fantastic for the Symphony (who apparently are homeless by the way – kind of a wandering minstrel they are). For those of you going to tomorrow’s performance, enjoy, it’s fabulous. Michael could have probably sold out many more shows if given the opportunity.
I’m thinking of getting more tickets to later performances, they were so wonderful – and local too (Markham and Sheppard). They have Welsh Tenors coming up and some other amazing guest musicians. Go see them, you won’t be sorry. If you want to know more about their upcoming shows, go to www.ontariophil.ca.
A Modern Day Hero
September 24, 2009 at 6:26 pm | In Daddy-O, Family Ties, Kidney Disease | 1 CommentTags: CKD, Dialysis, green ribbon campaign, IgA, kidney transplant, nephropathy, organ donation, PD, PD Catheter, Sign Your Donor Card!
There’s an article in today’s Globe and Mail that’s very near and dear to my heart. It’s a story about Lisa Sayer who decided after reading an article on Organ Donation, to donate her own kidney – to a perfect stranger. This precious gift had a domino effect and four people received new kidneys as a result of Lisa’s generosity. Incredible.
You can email questions to Lisa, via the Globe and Mail and she will try to answer them. They will be published next Tuesday. If you want to ask Lisa about her amazing journey, write to her at this address: lifediscussions@globeandmail.com before 2 p.m. (EST) on Friday September 25, 2009.
I simply sent her a comment. I said “Thank you”.
As an update on our end, it’s been pretty trying. A real roller coaster. Alex’s PD catheter does not work. at. all. It was a waste of a procedure, an unnecessary procedure that caused him so much pain but gave him some hope that he would be free from Hemodialysis. His Dad’s last blood test, for tissue matching, came out positive! He only has one more thing to do, a stress test, and then the two of them could be on the operating table by Christmas!
It’s not all good news though. One of Alex’s tests came back and there’s some concern now with his heart. It appears as though some part of it is not receiving enough oxygen. You know that saying “when one door closes, another one opens?” Here it feels more like “when one door closes, another door closes”. He had a test earlier this summer whereby they injected him with the Radioactive Isotope Thallium. Because of the current Chalk River Isotope crisis (stoopid short sighted arrogant AECL), they didn’t have any of the normal short half-life Isotopes available that they normally use, so they had to use Thallium which has a half life of 12 days. I don’t know if the test results are the same with both but we’re hoping that there was some sort of explanation that is easier to bear than heart failure. We’re not sure what caused the damage to his heart, it could have been the drugs he’s taking as a result of his disease, the disease itself (although it’s rare that IgA attacks anything other than kidneys), or the drugs he was taking to control his blood pressure before he was diagnosed, or simply damage done from the undiagnosed high blood pressure in his early 20’s.
I hope they won’t stop the transplant. I hope it’s minor. I’m so stressed right now I can’t sleep.
He has another test coming up where, get this, the MANDATORY prep is: eating a bowl of Jello. Yes, seriously.
I wonder what test you have to take that requires you to each chocolate. You can sign me up for that one please.
Busy Day
September 8, 2009 at 9:17 pm | In All Things Doodle, Caityisms, Daddy-O, Family Ties, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters, TV Season, Toeses and Noses | 1 CommentTags: Baby, birthday, Blake McGrath, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, kids, Natalie Dormer, So You Think You Can Dance Canada, The Tudors, Toddler, Voting
Today’s my 42nd Birthday. I feel old. I look at my hands and I see that they no longer have the youthful appearance they did in my 20’s and 30’s. They’re starting to look almost ‘alligator-skin-like’ in appearance.
My bones creak and ache, especially in the morning when I first get out of bed. It hurts to walk. It usually takes a few steps (like 20 or so) before I can walk properly.
The crows feet are creeping in, despite my best eye cream. I have laugh lines, although I haven’t laughed much lately.
I weigh the most I have ever in my life, a good 70 pounds or so above my high-school weight when I used to prance around in size 5 jeans and had a boyfriend who told me I was fat and should lose weight. That was the year I lost a few pounds before my high-school Hallowe’en Dance in Grade 11. I went as a french maid. A certain DB who was the cool guy in high school started looking me over from the tip of my very high heels, all the way up my fishnet stocking covered legs and up to a very revealing bust line. His only comment was … “nice…”. Believe me, a compliment like that from DB was like having James Dean check you out.
I said to my parents yesterday that I wish I had what I have now, but ten years ago. Lexy told me today that she’s very proud of me because I’m 42. Very sweet, I think.
Lexy started Grade One today and was so very proud. She was nervous, but we found her class and her new teacher and off she went. When she got home, she told Terri that she LOVED Grade One! It wasn’t hard, they didn’t do anything! She can’t wait until tomorrow. We didn’t want to burst her bubble and tell her that the real work will start tomorrow. At least she’s not scared of going now.
I took some pictures of Lexy pre-going to school this morning. Well, I tried to anyway ….
Caity insisted on being in the picture too
I wanted just a picture of Lexy, on her first day of school, like I had taken the previous two years. Not to be undermined, Caity insisted on smiling pretty for the camera.
Caity smiling "pretty" for the camera, Lexy patient as ever.
When I told Cait that I’d stop taking pictures if she didn’t smile nicely, we got this one:
... she was trying anyway
This is about as close as we were going to get. I gave up after this one:
The trials of being a big sister
This is Lexy on her first day last year. I think Cait must have been sleeping. Lexy really didn’t have a shiner, she got bit by a mosquito the day before and she was scratching so hard, she bruised her eyelid.
My sweet girl
Can you see how much she’s grown? Yes, she was a bit closer to the door in this last picture, but she stands just about as tall as the upper lock. In the pictures above, she’s a bit further away from the door, and is definitely higher than the upper lock. I just checked the wall markings where I have the girls’ height recorded. Last year, this time Lexy was a good three inches shorter. It’s crazy how much she’s grown … !
Blake McGrath is hot. Sorry, just thought I’d throw that one in. Must be a mid life fantasy or something. He reminds me of Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (Henry VIII, the Tudors on CBC), who is so very hot. Yep, I’d hurt him.
The Tudors start up in 22 days on CBC . This season is amazing. I watched it earlier this year on the internet, can’t wait to watch it on the big screen.
We need new windows. We have those old, antiquated single paned glass kind that slide back and forth and keep absolutely nothing in or out. It will be nice to actually be warm in the winter and not feel any drafts when you walk past a window.
My husband brought me a beautiful bouquet of 12, count-em 12 long stem red roses to work. Gorgeous. It’s reasons like this that I keep him.
’nuff said.
A Toy Possessed .. ?
September 4, 2009 at 11:50 am | In All Things Doodle, Caityisms, Daddy-O, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters, Toeses and Noses | Leave a CommentTags: Baby, kids, Toddler, Toys
It was late last night when Alex and I went to bed. Well, late when you consider he had to get up at 4:00 in the morning to go to work today. We were just shutting things down (turning the TV off, grabbing a glass of water, turning off the lights) and about to head upstairs when I heard one of the kids’ toys “talking” nearby.
In my family room, we have Caity’s playpen set up in the corner, in front of the unused fireplace. It currently serves as a toy box - one of a thousand we seem to have placed strategically around the house. I noticed earlier in the day the toy “talking” too but figured one of the kids had set it off.
At this point, the kids are asleep.
I hear the words “bye-bye” coming from the toy box.
I think I’m in a “Chuckie” movie.
Alex and I start searching the toy box for this errant toy. We. Can’t. Find. It. Anywhere. It’s still saying “bye-bye” every few minutes and then plays a ring tune.
It’s been about ten minutes since we started searching and by now it’s driving us crazy. We are on a mission to find this damn toy. Alex has the flashlight and I’m digging deep into the massive mound of stuff.
The sounds of “bye-bye” echo in the room. When we hear it, we stop, listen and move towards the sound. We still can’t find it.
We’ve pulled everything that’s big out of the toybox and put it on the coffee table, the chair and the couch (yes, it’s that full). We stop to listen, and hear nothing. We star putting the toys back, figuring it’s safe to go upstairs finally.
Nope.
“Bye-bye” and then “ring-ring”. GOOD LORD MAKE IT STOP! Now it’s mocking me ….
ARRRRRGGGH..g….hhh!!!
OK where is this bloody thing??
We had a baby monitor once (when Lexy was a baby) and it used to set off some of her toys containing batteries when the batteries were getting low. I figured maybe it was happening again or we were in a possessed household, one or the other.
Yet again we hear “bye-bye” and we take everything out of the toybox. Again. We have an idea of which toy it is that’s making the noise, we just can’t find the damn thing. We’ve looked under the toybox, beside the toybox and obviously inside the toybox. Finally I figured it out.
On a hunch, I reached down and lifted the mat that lies on the floor of the playpen.
There it was. A toy phone that was left on, and as the contents of the toybox shifted, the weight pushed against the mat which pushed the buttons which made the toy ring and then say “bye-bye”.
Alex happily switched the button to off, threw the toy phone back into the pile of toys and we went to bed. That’s half an hour of our lives we’ll never get back…
Time for a garage sale I think.
Chuckie's holding on line two...
Arrrgggh
September 3, 2009 at 9:51 am | In All Things Doodle, Caityisms, Daddy-O, Family Ties, Kidney Disease, Miscellaneous Crap, Toeses and Noses | Leave a CommentTags: Baby, birthday, CKD, Dialysis, IgA, kids, nephrophy, PD, PD Catheter, Toddler, Toddler Sick, Toddler speak, Toddler Talk
Why is it every. single. time. I take vacation days, someone ends up sick? I’m so frigging frustrated that I can’t get any time off to myself I think I’ll scream.
Last holiday weekend I took two days off and Alex ended up back in Emerg.
This holiday weekend Caity’s sick. She’s got a really bad cough that kept her awake most of the night. I know what you’re thinking, but I can’t blame this one on Grandma. Caity’s all stuffed up too and really whiny – a winning combination! She moaned and groaned her way through her sleep last night. I put the vapouriser on but it didn’t do much except make her sweat. Her room was quite sauna-like from the vapours. She woke up at one point and pointed to her chest, she then said her tummy hurt.
On the ride to the sitters, she said “I tider Mommy”, a.k.a. tired. Poor kid. Hopefully Lexy won’t get it before she goes to school on Tuesday.
I went and found her class and teacher yesterday. I found out what we’re supposed to do with the kids the first day. I can’t believe she’ll be a “Grade One-er” this year. I’m going to be a wreck on Tuesday, I know it. Lexy told me she wants the same thing she had last year for lunch. All she would eat was those crackers and cheese from Schneider’s. I told her that she was going to school every day now so I suggested a sandwich one day, crackers and cheese the next, then a sandwich, crackers and finally a sandwich.
“Oh Mommy, a pattern!”. She loves patterns. She thought this lunch pattern was a great idea. We’ll see how successful we are.
I’m getting an oil change and then an emissions test on my car today. I’ll have to get a vehicle sticker tomorrow as it expires on Tuesday, my birthday. Another year older, not necessarily wiser. I’ll admit I know more now than I did ten years ago, but I wish I had those ten years back – age wise that is.
My husband and I are finally going out on Saturday. We’re using that gift certificate that Colin gave us about two months ago. Thank you again Colin, it was such a sweet thing to do. We haven’t been able to use it before now because Alex hasn’t been well enough to go out to eat. Everything was making him sick – I guess his levels were off and he needed to get that under control. He’s feeling a bit better now and we have a babysitter booked so ‘hallelujah’ we’re going out! I haven’t been out on a date with my husband in months. I think we both deserve it.
Next month is a big month for us. October 9th is my parents’ 50th Wedding Anniversary. Holy crap! 50 years! I’d like to take them out to dinner, us three kids as this is a helluva milestone. I’ll need a sitter for this though so I’m not optimistic.
October 15th is Alex’s 30th birthday. Honey, I hope your 3oth is better than your 29th was. I’m planning an outing on the 17th with his friends (if they ever get back to me that is). We need a sitter for this one too. I might be able to get one.
October 24th is Alex and mine 10 year anniversary of the day we met. This is the day we used to celebrate before we got married. He told me that once we were married, I wasn’t allowed to have two anniversaries. I don’t see the logic in that … it means more presents! I’d like to get out for dinner with him then but again, the sitter thing is a problem. I can’t believe we’ve been together that long. In that time we’ve had two beautiful children, bought a house and got married. It’s been a fun ride (except this past year)… can’t wait for the next ten.
Sleeping Baby
September 2, 2009 at 9:00 am | In Caityisms, Contests, Daddy-O, Family Ties, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters, The Crap that Men Do | Leave a CommentTags: babies, Baby, Contest, kids, toddlers, Voting
I’ve entered another contest at Durham Region Baby. This time the theme is “Sleepy” and the prize is an adorable blanket. I put in the picture of the time when Alex was watching an infant Caity. She was colicky and fussy and just miserable that day and she didn’t let me sleep the night before – I had enough. Alex, as usual was playing Warcraft downstairs and I begged him to come upstairs and give me a break for a bit.
I went downstairs and played a few games on the computer myself. It was pretty quiet so I went back upstairs and found not only Caity asleep (sure NOW she falls asleep!) and her Dad was asleep on the couch too. Not one to pass up a warm corner, my female cat, Charlie crawled in behind Alex and fell asleep.
I had to grab the camera. And a nap. You just can’t turn down opportunities like that!
That's great babysitting, honey
If you could vote for this picture, I’d appreciate it. One vote per IP address, but you could vote at home and at work (on your lunch break of course)!
To vote, go to www.durhamregionbaby.com, find Caity’s picture (like above), scroll down to the bottom of the post and click on “Read the rest of this Entry”. There you will find Caity’s name (Caity – 2 or 3 months) and you should be able to vote.
Thanks in advance
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