Thursday, January 01, 2009


Did I have a blog around here somewhere? Cannot quite remember, and it's not just the new addition to the Chaos around here, though Henry certainly keeps me hopping. It's not just the shiny, new toy of Facebook (the memories, the schizo nature of it and the occasional train wreck you can witness)... although it IS a proven fact that I only have so much writing in me per diem, and a little blurb about what I am doing/thinking on FB, apparently passes for a whole blog-post worth of writing nowadays.

Part of it is that "Blog" is almost a language. When I am in the groove I actually think in Blog as well as English. I am living my life, but I am also storing up tidbits and seeing events through a lens of blogability.

Haven't been doing that lately.... thinking like that.

My only regret is that the funny, exasperating and milestone-ish things that are happening around here are sliding by and slipping away. Like the fact that Pearl is a HOOLIGAN these days. My sweet little baby girlie that was so angelic I feared for her life; some beings are too sweet to live on this earth very long. Well, I don't worry so much anymore. She is a beast.

Example? Last night she nipped me on the arm, cracked her baby brother on the head with Birdies new little digital camera and then promptly ran upstairs and emptied an entire box of breakfast cereal on the kitchen floor. Right in front of Dadguy, on purpose. And the sad thing is that we are breaking our backs to make sure she is getting as much attention as we can manage. I am thinking that our best is simply not enough, and so she is spending half her days in time out.

Fibblety crap-sticks.

I suspect that Dadguy had the right of it when he observed that four is just too many. "We have more than we can handle here, but hopefully we might be able to grow into it." Crossing my fingers, and thinking that maybe we will grow into the new dimensions of the fam. Something hurts anyway, so I am praying that it's growing pains.

Speaking of something hurting.... guess what Yours Truly did to ring in the New Year? Did you guess "drag her sorry butt into the ER?" Cuz if you did, go ahead and award yourself the "I Am a Freakin' Psychic" button, and pin that bit of flair on your vest.

Before you worry too much, let me esplain. After doing a little too much, I will sometimes feel extra-sensitive on my incision site the next day. But last night after wracking my brains and being unable to recall any lifting or heavy duty activity that would account for my increased tenderness, I decided to check. Without going into the TMI details here... let's just say that a portion of my incision had become infected, something I wasn't aware could happen after
the outside had healed and was sealed off. By the time I checked, it was after nine o'clock and a simple office-visit-worthy problem had become a trip to the ER, simply because nothing else was open or would be open until Friday. The on-call physician was pretty adamant that this could not wait. "Blah-blah-blah septic blah." So I rang in 2009 with some double strength Bactrim. Whee.

And hoo-rah... tape on the girl-parts revisited, cuz you can never have enough of that action.

And, umm.. Oh yeah. HAPPY NEW YEARS!


Jo said...

I am sorry, I laughed when I read Pearl's shenanigans. Lively child and cute to boot. And the ER visit, YUCK! Hope you are better soon, cause that is just scary, and gross, but mostly scary.

Nobody™ said...

I can't imagine 3, let alone 4.. TWO kids kick my ass some days. So good luck with that.

As for Facebook, I'm not sure I really get it. I signed up and now I get all these people giving me some sort of imaginary crap, and inviting me to this or that. It's annoying as heck, yet I can't stop myself from logging in all the time. And it's all your fault.

bon said...

Yeah... umm, sorry 'bout that. Stupid Facecrack.

Becky..AMHW said...

Bactrim makes me burp fire. I feel for you.

Facebook...I lurves. Except for little green patch. Gah.

My three year old? The cause of my firey burps without the bactrim. And when he's around other people he's perfectly angellic and charming. At home, he's a screaming throwing bitchfesting nightmare. Will he grow out of it? Will he?

I soothe myself with Scramble.

Mama D said...

Maybe Pearl is expressing some repressed anger about her whole hospital experience? I'm reaching here. I hope she gets back to her former sweetness soon, for the sake of your sanity! :)

ER, that sucks. I hope you are on the mend inside and out!

Happy New Years to you!!

moo said...

I totally know what you mean about blogging, getting out of the habit of ... and trying to find a place to start again.

Hope you are enjoying your newest addition ... and I think your #1 resolution this year will be to stay AWAY from the ER, lol!!

Happy New Year!

Fantastagirl said...

Sorry to hear about the trip to the ER - hope it heals fast.

Poor little Pearl is just trying to find her place in the world - she'll get it figured out soon enough, and then your little angel will return!

Diana - Teacher Mom said...

It's good to see that you haven't lost your keen wit and good-humoured nature. Seriously, how can one read your blog and not, at the very least, crack a smile? I'm Facebook addict in denial but I do agree with Nobody about the senseless imaginary crap. (You can block notifications of this sort.) Anywho, sorry to hear that you rang in the New Year Grey's Anatomy style. Hope the rest of the year gets better!

Amber said...

Pearl is three. The person who coined the phrase 'terrible twos' had never had a three year old. Three is my least favorite age. Plus the new baby and stuff.



Meredith said...

I had the infected incision with my first c-section - lots of fun. Now I am blow drying it like crazy so I don't get that again because it is very icky and painful as you experienced. Happy New Year!

The kids are gorgeous - love the dresses and the dapper baby boy.