Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to the ER we go

What would family time mean for us without a quick trip to the Emergency Room?  In this case, the words we wanted to hear were, “Thank goodness, his fingers aren’t broken.”

See the little guy to the left holding up his wounded paw?  This is what happens when a not-so-friendly game of ‘keep the boys out of our room’ ends in fingers slammed in the hinges side of the door.  Oh, and by the way, the door was slammed AND LOCKED with the little buddy’s fingers inside.   A full 45 seconds to get the door open and his fingers out. 

I thought the ER was a safe bet.  Daddy thought otherwise until Mommy (that’s me, by the way….and a very SMART me, I might add) gently reminded Daddy that we were talking about his pitching hand.  Daddy turned white and went to get the car. 

 

Mommy 1: Daddy 0.  Cooper:  Happy, slightly mangled, but with unbroken fingers (and a DEFINITE fear of the ER..remember the catheter incident?  It is always good when the ER staff RECONGNIZES YOU!)

America’s Birthday

 

 

Welcome to Hometown America on the 4th of July.  Our sweet kiddos sat patiently in their chairs for 45 seconds (and then got up and down and up and down for the remaining 29 minutes and 15 seconds until the parade started)  They were so excited to see the parade!  With it being an election year, the politicians were sandwiched in between the horseback riders, the marching bands and the Veterans.  The little ones loved every stinkin’ second!

 

 

Waving flags, catching beads and diving for every single piece of candy thrown their way has to be some kind of kiddie heaven for our 2, 3 and 4 year olds.  We spent the morning with 2 other families (and their kids) who we just adore.  I can’t get enough of the girls in their star-spangled-banner attire.  And with the flags?  Me.  Positively teary-eyed.

 

 

I mean…can you stand it?  And they were so good about posing for pictures. (That is, of course, in between begging for us to open yet another lolly pop.  FYI…parade-powers- that-be…hard candy is NOT ideal for little ones…and gum, well, how about notsomuch?)  And, have I mentioned the weather?  Perfecto!  A 4th of July in the Midwest….in the upper 70′s??  Mother Nature definitely tossed us a bone on that one.  Not too hot….not at all humid.  Much like living in Cali….oh, the good ‘ol days.

 

And yes, Coop was there too….he just barely left Daddy’s side for fear of letting him out of his site.  Daddy made it home for a few days for the holiday weekend (and it was divine) after being gone at new-work-training for 2 weeks.  He is now gone again (hence Coop’s fear realized)  For 3 days, I was not allowed to hold Coop, put him in his car seat, or feed him….I was only given a “Noooo, Daddy do it” every time I tried anything.

 

 

 

 

What 4th of July celebration would be complete without the local fair?  Yes, Coop is kishing the goats…and yes, he is riding a pony.  He actually loved the animals…and so did Delaney.  My big girl rode the pony all by herself.  Coop….notsomuch.  Told you, attached to Daddy at the hip.

 

 

 

See the joy on Coop’s face on that tea cup?  Nope…didn’t last.  Literally watched the happy slip away to be replaced by fear and dizziness.  No more rides for the little guy.

Our time at the fair was limited once the rides started…Coop….not a fan. 

The exhausted little ones were in bed early….well, Mini was.  Slept right through the fireworks, and Coop, well, he wanted to be brave enough to watch them, but he just couldn’t get passed being scared :)

All in all…a tip-top, perfect “America’s Birthday” as Delaney calls it.

Contest for Baby and Toddler Moms (One Week Left)

Just a quick reminder that you have one more week to enter this fabulous contest!!!

Mommys….you are going to love this!  ExtraordinaryMommy.com and ResaDesign.com are hosting a contest.  Win an amazing custom tee for your baby or toddler!  It is so easy!  Read on….

ResaDesign has a beautiful collection of bibs (big enough and sturdy enough to catch the drool), changing pads (designed to fit over the entire bathroom stall changing table!!), burp cloths (styled for the Mommy who will be carrying them) dresses, sibling tees, and amazing custom tee designs.

Owner and designer, (and mother of 2), Resa Troyer launched her company 2 1/2 years ago after searching in vain for baby and child products that would reflect her own style.  She began by creating blankets for pregnant friends…soon she was fielding requests to make additional gifts and the rest is now Resa Design History.  Read the full interview with Resa here.

 

 

In order to enter the contest…simply go to www.ResaDesign.com (click here to get right to the custom tee page) choose your favorite fabric and lowercase letter or shape. All designs are done on the most fabulously soft white tees and onesies (like the one to the left) Head back here to the ExtraordinaryMommy blog to comment!  We can’t wait to see what you choose! Contest will be open until July 14th. We’ll pick a winner at random….good luck!

 

 

 

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I love you too….

As a teenage girl, the phrase ” I love you too” holds certain meaning…..on one hand, you desperately want to hear your boyfriend express his love, but there is something about the ‘too’ that gives us a hang up.  We want someone else to say it first.  We don’t want anyone telling us they love us because they feel like they have to…

But now, as a Mommy…”I love you, too” are 4 of the sweetest words in the English language.  Not only do my little mini ones know that I love them, but at 2 and 4 they  love me back and are grasping the meaning of ‘too’.  That is something special.  Without fail, if I tell Delaney I love her, she responds with “I love you, too”.  Sometimes she says it around the thumb she sucks, sometimes it is half whispered as she falls asleep, sometimes it is shortly after getting into trouble, but EVERYTIME, my heart skips a beat.  Everytime it is fresh and fabulous.

I’ll take “I love you, too” every day of the week.

ExtraordinaryMommy has moved…

Welcome to our new home….  My new friend Heather at Desperately Seeking WordPress made the move possible and fabulous!

I was finally able to take all the wonderful advice I received about sprucing up my blog and turn it into reality.  I’ll still be checking back with the old blog site….but I would love, love, love it if you would make the switch with me. 

Our new home blog address is www.ExtraordinaryMommy.com/blog.  I am thrilled to have it linked to my labor of love, www.ExtraordinaryMommy.com.

I can’t wait to hear from you…tell me what you think about our new diggs!

 

Revera Inc. isn’t fit to run Nursing Homes

So….clearly, we are having problems with King Gardens in Toronto, Ontario.  They are owned by a company called Revera, Inc.

But we are not alone….small consolation.  On the front page of the Toronto Star (last Monday) was an article about another one of their facilites…..  an elderly woman passed away, but the funeral home couldn’t take her away until a doctor confirmed her death.  Despite being called..the on-call doctor didn’t show up for 14 HOURS.  The poor woman was so decomposed, her family could not perform their traditional rituals for death.

Here’s the link to the article:  http://www.thestar.com/article/447809

I am told Revera, Inc. also manages multiple nursing home/assisted care facilites in the U.S.  Lovely, no?

Hate them.

Grammy Update

Without hitting every last detail….here’s the latest on my poor grammy’s terrible ordeal:

Grammy was seen in the emergency room on Friday (after a 5+ hour wait).  The good news:  they determined the distended tummy was not life threatening…she was blocked up by the pain killers.  The bad news: they didn’t check her back any further…so, now, after coming home for the weekend, she is heading back out tomorrow to have x-rays done.  I’m praying they take her to an x-ray facility and not back to the ER (if she only needs x-rays, she’ll be at the bottom of the priority list and will likely be there for 12+ hours waiting on a gurnery in the hallway)  And…they won’t medicate her while she waits.

Dad was there Thurs-Sun…she is in tremendous pain.  They are giving her pain medication, but it isn’t enough.  When I called her this evening…she answered the phone as though I had raised her from the dead…and then said, “Oh, Darlin’, I’ve fallen and am in a great deal of pain.  I can’t talk.”  I was concerned she had fallen again, but was able to determine she was sitting on the edge of the bed.  Getting up and down is extrememly painful for her.

As a result of her Alzheimers (which is now worse than ever) she can’t remember what is happening from one moment to the next.  She doesn’t remember that my dad was there. She actually thought my dad was her husband for quite a bit of the time he was there.  She didn’t know that her son was my dad.  She forgets to lay still until she is again reminded by serious pain.

I feel helpless.  My poor mom had to get off the phone with me tonight to cry.  We are all sick to our stomachs.

The facility has suspended the Executive Director and head nurse, but are now saying this has all been a ‘miscommunication issue’.  They claim Grams has a history of fallling (according to her chart, she fell ONE TIME IN 2005) and that they often find her sleeping on the floor. (outright lie)  They also now claim that maybe her back isn’t really broken…apparently their HEAD NURSE may have read the hospital report incorrectly (the head nurse doesn’t know how to read hospital reports????  and the ‘fracured L-2′ isn’t serious?)  I hate these people.

They offered to pay for my dad’s trip for his ‘trouble’.  Sounds like an itty-bitty admission of guilt, no?  Dad’s too smart to fall for that.  Told them there would be plenty of time to talk money.  PS…this facility is NOT FREE~!  How’s this for $3000/month care?

 Bottom line….Grammy is in bad shape.  She is in miserable pain, yet surrounded by people who aren’t paying enough attention to make sure she is cared for.  Mom is getting back on the phone tomorrow to get her pain medication increased…since we’re told it could be 6-8 weeks before her back is any better.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your prayer and love.  She needs it.  So do my parents.

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