Jared and I have spent a lot of time in the Doctor's office lately. I do with this were not so. Check out this schedule:
Wednesday, Nov. 14: We see Dr. L for an ear check up. All is OK with ears and tubes.
Thursday, Nov. 15: Jared has a temperature and is coughing himself silly
Friday, Nov. 16: We see Dr. P to see what's going on with the continued fever and coughing. Chest is clear. No redness in ear. He wonders if ear tube in one ear is still working. No drugs. We think it's viral.
Monday, Nov. 19: Jared OK in the a.m., goes to daycare, has fun, wakes up with high fever.
Tuesday, Nov. 20: Back to the doctor's. Now we see Mrs. B (nurse practioner). She says definite ear infection. We get 3-day Z pack.
Friday, Dec. 7: We go back to Dr. P for a recheck of ears. All is fine.
Thursday, Dec. 13: Another fever at daycare. Coughing persists.
Friday, Dec. 14: Back to Dr. P. We have a new ear infection. 10-day antibiotic.
Monday, Dec. 17: Jared coughs pretty much all night long. And, I do mean all night long. Scary stuff.
Tuesday, Dec. 18: Mom calls Dr. P AGAIN. I love his nurse, Candy. She recognizes my voice. We think maybe he has asthma? We start taking a steriod twice daily for five days.
Thursday, Dec. 20: Back to Dr. L for the ears. He thinks ears look fine. It's the throat that is terrible. Jared refuses to cooperate at all with hearing test. This is problematic. Dr. L wants to continue antibiotic for 20 days total.
Gotta love this ride we are on!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Christmas Joy
As I was in worship service today with my son Jacob, we were singing Christmas carols. I always try to tell him as many of the words as I can so he can learn them.
The Bell song is waaay too fast for that. I was singing "merry merry merry Christmas" at mostly the right time. And Jacob was singing "give a give a give a 'garden.'"
I was trying to figure out why as I'm telling the story to Gene, who immediately realizes Jacob is singing the commericial for the Garmon, that new GPS thing.
Now he's walking around my front room saying "Every kiss begins with Kay."
The Bell song is waaay too fast for that. I was singing "merry merry merry Christmas" at mostly the right time. And Jacob was singing "give a give a give a 'garden.'"
I was trying to figure out why as I'm telling the story to Gene, who immediately realizes Jacob is singing the commericial for the Garmon, that new GPS thing.
Now he's walking around my front room saying "Every kiss begins with Kay."
Thursday, December 13, 2007
No Christmas cards
There's absolutely no way I a going to even get them started before Christmas.
How does everyone feel about Valentine's cards? (And, yes, I know that's a question.)
How does everyone feel about Valentine's cards? (And, yes, I know that's a question.)
In case you care …
I am done grading the content of the blogs. yeah! Only a few students lacked the magical 16 posts. Come great posts out there. All in all, I would like to give some shouts out. I will keep their blogs linked on mine until January or so. After that, anyone who stops posting gets cut.
My favorite overall blogs: Josh R., Jeannine and Josh N.
My favorite off the wall posts: Brandon
Poets: Danielle, Christie
Best mom stories: Tricia's messy milk story and Michelle's battle of the language
Most news: Nick
Most like fiction: Caleb
My favorite overall blogs: Josh R., Jeannine and Josh N.
My favorite off the wall posts: Brandon
Poets: Danielle, Christie
Best mom stories: Tricia's messy milk story and Michelle's battle of the language
Most news: Nick
Most like fiction: Caleb
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
It's 8:52 p.m.
As I type, I hear a rhythmic thump on the other side of the wall. It's Jared, throwing his football up against the wall.
He's supposed to be sleeping as I put him to bed at 8:08 p.m. He's managed to figure out how to turn on the bedside lamp all by his precious little self. What a blessing. Now, he throws a fit whenever I turn it off and then promptly turns it on again.
Jacob is sound asleep on the top bunk, so I'm not keen on getting my little one going by removing the light entirely. I should be grading …
He's supposed to be sleeping as I put him to bed at 8:08 p.m. He's managed to figure out how to turn on the bedside lamp all by his precious little self. What a blessing. Now, he throws a fit whenever I turn it off and then promptly turns it on again.
Jacob is sound asleep on the top bunk, so I'm not keen on getting my little one going by removing the light entirely. I should be grading …
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Blogs
I have just finished reading all the comments my 18 students in feature writing posted on their classmate's blog. They were supposed to comment on one per week, with a total of 16. Take themselves out, and they should post on everyone's blog except one.
Several of them missed the mark. Only one lone blog had the attention of the entire class. The comments were insightful for the most part.
There was a lot of good writing in the blogs this semester. If you have a chance, check some of 'em out.
Several of them missed the mark. Only one lone blog had the attention of the entire class. The comments were insightful for the most part.
There was a lot of good writing in the blogs this semester. If you have a chance, check some of 'em out.
Santa
A photo of the boys with Santa and no one cried this year.
"Momma, can we please go see Santa today," pleaded Jacob.
"Go ask you dad," she replies knowing he has to leave at noon. To her surprise, he's up for it.
No line at the Mall. What a year!
Jacob approaches Santa, catalog in hand. She tried to tell him that Santa is magic. He listens to what little boys and girls want, but he makes the final decision based on how well he really knows the kid.
"No he doesn't momma. I am going to show him the picture of what I want, and he's going to go back to get it from his workshop and bring it to my house."
"Momma, can we please go see Santa today," pleaded Jacob.
"Go ask you dad," she replies knowing he has to leave at noon. To her surprise, he's up for it.
No line at the Mall. What a year!
Jacob approaches Santa, catalog in hand. She tried to tell him that Santa is magic. He listens to what little boys and girls want, but he makes the final decision based on how well he really knows the kid.
"No he doesn't momma. I am going to show him the picture of what I want, and he's going to go back to get it from his workshop and bring it to my house."
Surprise!
Thinking of the week he had survived, she slipped a partial package of mini Snickers into his coat pocket.
Days went by and nothing was said. Losing patience, she inquired to see if the gift had been discovered.
Discovered and devoured was the reply.
As she put on her coat to head back to work, she pulled out a surprise of her own from her coat pocket. He might not be too thrilled if she told everyone what it was …
Days went by and nothing was said. Losing patience, she inquired to see if the gift had been discovered.
Discovered and devoured was the reply.
As she put on her coat to head back to work, she pulled out a surprise of her own from her coat pocket. He might not be too thrilled if she told everyone what it was …
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
I don't wanna …
• Grade, but there are stacks of it. If it were sound, I'd hear a stereo version.
• Clean, but my girlfriends are coming to my house for Bible study tomorrow
• Cook, but my family is expecting dinner tonight
• Exercise, but I hear it's the only way to shed those pounds.
• Work, so clearly I'm bloggin'
• Clean, but my girlfriends are coming to my house for Bible study tomorrow
• Cook, but my family is expecting dinner tonight
• Exercise, but I hear it's the only way to shed those pounds.
• Work, so clearly I'm bloggin'
Monday, December 03, 2007
Recovering from grandparents
Disclaimer: I love my parents. I love Gene's parents, too. And, I absolutely want them to be a part of our children's lives in a real and significant and un-mandated sort of way.
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It's true when they say there is no such thing as a "free lunch." Last Friday, I eagerly drove the hour or so to Kansas City to collect my fellas after they spent a week at their grandparents.
Our oldest has wanted to visit Marshall, Mo., for several weeks now and he made sure to emphasize several times that he wanted to take the trip ALONE or without his little brother.
My mom, clearly only looking out for MY best interests (she would steal Jared for life if she could get away with it), decided she would spend some time with my baby in KC as well.
I should have jumped in the car the moment after I got my hugs and fix of mommy kisses, but I wasn't fast enough. All of Friday night and most of Saturday, my boys slugged it out, which generally lead to hysterical crying by our oldest. The crying only seemed to inspire the youngest to greater heights of torment.
Sunday was the day of no naps. Sunday naps are a tradition in the Cassell home. A long-standing tradition minus the brief interruption of Jacob, who refused to sleep at any convenient time until he was 4-months-old. I went to bed grumpy and with a headache and got up (no 'waking' to be had) grumpier and throbbing only to discover no amount of rummaging or swearing would produce a bottle of ibprofen. Alleve just does not get the job done, folks.
Sunday night, Jacob told Gene he wanted to return to Grammy's house because she was nicer to him than us. Jared refuses to go to sleep unless I am in the room with him. Neither Jacob nor Gene will do.
You know, in a lot of cultures, the grandparents DO raise the children.
No, I suppose transition is hard for all of us. It's nice for them to experience being the one and only for a week here and there. Every time I think Jacob has told all there is to tell about his week with grammy and papa, he comes up with something new.
Jared does not say a lot, but when pictures of my mom or dad roll past on the computer, he jumps up and down and laughs.
What a blessing to know you are loved so completely by so many people. Still, a week of peace (and or a hectic work schedule) does exact its cost.
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It's true when they say there is no such thing as a "free lunch." Last Friday, I eagerly drove the hour or so to Kansas City to collect my fellas after they spent a week at their grandparents.
Our oldest has wanted to visit Marshall, Mo., for several weeks now and he made sure to emphasize several times that he wanted to take the trip ALONE or without his little brother.
My mom, clearly only looking out for MY best interests (she would steal Jared for life if she could get away with it), decided she would spend some time with my baby in KC as well.
I should have jumped in the car the moment after I got my hugs and fix of mommy kisses, but I wasn't fast enough. All of Friday night and most of Saturday, my boys slugged it out, which generally lead to hysterical crying by our oldest. The crying only seemed to inspire the youngest to greater heights of torment.
Sunday was the day of no naps. Sunday naps are a tradition in the Cassell home. A long-standing tradition minus the brief interruption of Jacob, who refused to sleep at any convenient time until he was 4-months-old. I went to bed grumpy and with a headache and got up (no 'waking' to be had) grumpier and throbbing only to discover no amount of rummaging or swearing would produce a bottle of ibprofen. Alleve just does not get the job done, folks.
Sunday night, Jacob told Gene he wanted to return to Grammy's house because she was nicer to him than us. Jared refuses to go to sleep unless I am in the room with him. Neither Jacob nor Gene will do.
You know, in a lot of cultures, the grandparents DO raise the children.
No, I suppose transition is hard for all of us. It's nice for them to experience being the one and only for a week here and there. Every time I think Jacob has told all there is to tell about his week with grammy and papa, he comes up with something new.
Jared does not say a lot, but when pictures of my mom or dad roll past on the computer, he jumps up and down and laughs.
What a blessing to know you are loved so completely by so many people. Still, a week of peace (and or a hectic work schedule) does exact its cost.
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