Thursday, 31 March 2011

In The Cardiac ICU: A Family Member's Perspective

Welcome to our first ever guest post. And it's a doozie.

Due to circumstances beyond our control, Terry was unable to be with me while I woke up from surgery. I woke up way past the kids' bedtimes and they were both unfamiliar with my family and unwilling to let someone watch them so Terry could stay with me. My brother bravely volunteered.

This is his account of his experience in the Cardiac ICU.

Warning: The following is not safe for work. It contains graphic language and situations.

I left the entire text unedited because it displays my brother's shocked and overwhelmed mind perfectly.

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in the cardiovascular icu… how to describe it. it is futuristic. mostly white and glass. white walls, white floor, white ceiling. big sliding glass doors, all wide open. outside of the room is a desk with a bunch of screens. some are touch screens. others just computer terminals with keyboards. There are a few of these rooms arranged in an arc, like pods, organized around a few of these desks.


inside the room. there is a sink on a small surface. some drawers. the male nurse has a sliding silver tray, on wheels, chest height. he's mostly flipping through and writing on papers. it's somewhat dark; the lights are turned down but everything still looks white.


My sister is lying on this crazy, futuristic looking bed with all types of controls and buttons and i swear i remember there is a joystick built into it as well. it's white. there are adjustable railings on the side with many buttons.


to the left there is a hanging stack of these module things… taller than longer. I think there is six or maybe eight of them. digital readouts on them all displaying something i don't recall. all of them connected to small diameter transparent tubes leading off to somewhere in the grand circus of small diameter transparent tubes in that room.


small diameter transparent hoses running all over like spaghetti heaped on a plate. they would run into several T-junctions with little adjustable knobs and attachments and branch off into other directions going every which way.


to the right of the bed is the freaking big-screen heart monitor output. geez this thing is touchscreen and it must be like 19 or maybe 22 diagonal inches big. it outputs her heart beat in four different ways, all with funky graphs. holy crap it's a badass screen. i don't really comprehend anything it is displaying.


i have to admit i really don't know the bio and science knowledge necessary to deceipher or even comprehend the things i saw in that room.


also to the right is the ventilator. this is the mother-fucker. this is the badass son of a bitch that you never want to meet in a dark alley in the middle of the night. don't fuck with this fucker.


the ventilator is whats breathing for my sister. it is programmed to keep a certain pace and i'll never forger seeing what it was like to watch my sister's forced breathing, mimicking what the screen is showing, again in graph form. those line graphs where she's breathing in and the line is slowly ascending… then she exhales and the line quickly drops and the pattern repeats and is obviously forced. it's breathing for my sister.


this ventilator has its own lcd screen, showing three different line graphs representing her breathing in some way. the nurse explained, as she comes out of the sedation, they reprogram the son of a bitch to allow my sister to breath overtop of it, and that's how they leave it until it's ready to come out.


the process of getting the fucker out of my sister... shit. all i want is to get the mother fucker out of my sister. when she came out of sedation, she came out quick. i think it caught them off guard.


let's back up a bit, i'm going to make a novel out of this while i still remember.


dad and i, and terry and the kids got there, and in the hallway outside the family waiting room you had to hit an airphone intercom system to be buzzed into icu. terry had the kids and they were a handful so dad and i went in first. tawny was completely in sedation, the male nurse never really left the room. he mostly had some clipboard action going on and occasionally would adjust some of the hose thingys and buttons on the… the hanging stack of module thingys… i should have given them a name when i introduced them earlier.


machines in the room would start beeping. the nurse would adjust buttons and knobs. the beeping would stop. other things would start beeping. the nurse would adjust other buttons and the beeping would stop. the nurse explained there are walking beeps, and running beeps.


when she stirred a little bit i held her hand. she instinctively was trying to lift her arms to her face to swat at the breathing tubes. because she called it. just the previous day she said she would do that, and she said the aenesthasa ...as if i can spell that... would make her nauseous.


the nurse is on it and asked tawny to squeeze his hand and she does. then she kinda settles back down and the thing stops beeping that i had just noticed had started beeping at some point.


the nurse gets restraints put on my sisters arms upon hearing the news that she has a history of this and is going to be swatting at the breathing tube. it seems cruel at the time but obviously necessary. and these aren't any kind of barbaric restraints or anything. he also doses her with something into one of the transparent tubes to help with the naseau. but it isn't gravol because he says gravol would put her back to sleep, we want her to wake up.


the male nurse says she's almost ready for some final tests and they will clean up and wipe off some of the surgical fluid, i'm assuming, iodine or some modern new anti whatever stuff… she seems to be right back to deep sedation.


dad and i go out to the waiting room so the nurse can do these tests. we hang out on the weird high-arm furniture and watch tv and play angry birds and watch tv and dad reads the paper and logan jumps around and rolls around on the furniture on the other side of the room and lane wants to be in terry's arms and gives everyone the "i'm on to you!" eyeball.


i think dad was pretty upset by it all, i was upset by it all, and lane seemed to be showing signs of sickness, and all of this being so much of a shock to them. and above all i think none of us where prepared to see tawny like this. terry had to get the kids back to the hotel it was getting pretty late, this must have been approaching ten o'clock, i can probably verify by the text message updates i had been sending to terry throughout the night and i said dad should go too and i'm going to stay with her. i went back into the room after the nurse dude came and got me saying the tests were finished.


He said the tests went great and couldn't have been better. He said he just stopped the flow of the sedation drip thingy controlled by the… dammit... the hanging stack of module thingys.


i stayed in the room. i sat on the chair. the nurse did hose thingys and button thingys and clipboard action.


what seemed like hours but couldn't have been more than twenty minutes, the nurse was clipboarding with another nurse and my sister kicked and kinda shot her head up a little bit and i could see her left eye open a tiny little bit then close and she settled back down in the pillow. she was awake. the nurses bolted to action.


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she's clearly choking and gaging. and it seems so horrible i can't even describe. her eyes fluctuate quickly from open to close, never fully open, and always darting in different directions. i hold her hand. the nurse on the other side of the futuristic bed holds her head down and says "relax" and says "don't move your tounge, keep your tounge flat, it will help" ...why don't i know how to spell tounge?


she kinda settles on it a bit more and i worry about the ventilator mother fucker. from my primitive comprehension i'm thinking we need to adjust that mother fucker now that she's awake but that doesn't seem to be a priority right now.


the nurse says "open your eyes" and she does. she looks at him. she's uncomfortable. she's clenching her fists and sometimes pounds on the bed in her restraints. he says "squeeze my hand" and she does. she looks like she's starting to comprehend what is going on. he says "hi tawny, you're here in the icu you are doing great and everything went well, just try to relax, my name is Darren i'm going to take care of you. your brother is here" …she looks at me… he continues, "you're doing so great just try to relax". she looks back at him, she squeezes my hand she is uncomfortable, she is naseous and dry heaving… i will never ever forget these moments.


as seconds or maybe minutes pass, i don't know it seemed like forever… she slowly starts to settle in on it and is still clearly uncomfortable but not so much choking anymore. they still haven't done anything with the mother fucker. the nurse explains what's going to happen. he says she has to pass some physical tests, and a blood test, before they can remove the ventilator. i didn't really comprehend much of it. i consider myself smart but this was over my head. in summation it had to do with making sure she could breathe for herself, she was fully awake and aware, her lungs were working properly, her blood pressure remained at a certain level for a certain period of time, i don't know it's was all so overwhelming seeing her like that.


the nurse takes the blood for the blood test and another green-suited person comes along and fucks with the mother fucker. i get the explanation that she is now breathing on her own completely unassisted, and based on the outcome of the blood tests and physical test, they will be able to take out the breathing tubes. i just want them to get that mother fucker out of my sister.


the physical tests involved getting her to lift her head off the pillow, and breathe into some apparatus. the green suited person, this time a shorter blonde woman, unpacks this big gauge thing that looks like a compression test for vehicles engines. she unplugs my sisters breathing tube from the mother fucker and plugs into the gauge and has my sister breathe in and out as hard as she can. and then she takes it off and reconnects the breathing tube to the mother fucker. also there is this bubble thing in her throat that they deflate at the start of this test, and reinflate at the end.


they say all the test are back and are great and they can pull the tubes and i back away as other apparatus comes in and two more green suits and they are doing stuff and i need to sit down. i'm so scared but so happy the breathing tube is finally coming out. i don't see much of it but at the last second i see one of the smaller tubes coming up and out and then into a bag-lined bucket. and i see the big clear one coming up but i look away before its all the way out and it goes into a bag-lined bucket.


and once they are all out, two suits leave and i stand up i go to the bed and my sister tilts her head and looks over to me and says "how was work today?" i look at her and laugh and smile and i'm so fucking relieved and i want to cry but i'm being a rock and say to her "work? what are you asking me about work for? look at you, you're doing great and everything went great and they couldn't have been happier and you're going to be fine you're going to be great…" and i just kept going on and on because i know she probably hasn't comprehended any of this yet as she just woke up and i don't even know if she's going to remember. and i hold her hand and i think i even petted her head and i tell her "dad was here and terry and the kids were here and they love you and they miss you and tanj and mark and chels will be here tomorrow and you're doing so great and i love you".


and i stayed in the white-not-bright room and she teased me about working and asked about tanj again and she told me about lane and a ball pit and logan driving boats at the west edmonton mall.


and she drifts in and out between brother-sister banter and she's occasionally quite nauseous and dry heaving and they finally give her gravol which makes her sleepy and i say she should sleep and i tell her i love her. she seems out like a light and i ask the nurse what happens next and he explains.


he is going to stay with her all night. she'll likely sleep through the entire night and they will wake her around 8am in the morning if she doesn't wake herself. he says around 11am they will be able to move her out of icu, of course pending some tests. i thank him and i thank him and he's a great person and is doing some clipboard action as i leave my sister to sleep.


- Written by my brother Davan

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I thank my brother with all my heart for staying with me during these hours. I don't remember much, but I do remember him squeezing my hand and saying that everything was going to be OK, sis.

The whole experience is terrifying for both patient and family members, but if you read a little deeper into this story you'll see a few striking things.

1) Was I gonna let a little anaesthesia knock me out for long? HELL NO! I was gonna wake up early and with a fight.

2) Was I gonna let some machine do my breathing for me? HELL NO! Get that mother fucker out now!

3) Did I just score a sponge bath from a hot male nurse? BOOYA!

4) I have the best family in the entire world. :)


Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Almost Wordless Wednesday: Upcycled LED Cord Lamp




A short photo tutorial courtesy of my crafty brother! :D Look what you can upcycle into something fabulous. All he used was some leftover LED cord and empty CD spindles. Awesome.

I should be coming home today. Yay! I bet I can't wait to sleep in my own bed tonight.

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Monday, 28 March 2011

Macrame Monday: An Introduction

Welcome to Tawny Bee's Macrame Revolution.

My goal: The learn macrame while I'm recovering from heart surgery. I need something simple that I can work on while sitting relatively still. I'd love to have some company on this journey. So I'll be posting my progress from the beginning and hopefully you can learn along with me.

End result: To change the world through the lost art of macrame. OK... maybe not. But we should be able to make a few cool, retro things by the time we're done. :)

So let's begin at the beginning.

What is Macrame?

Basically, Macrame is an art form used to make textiles and accessories using knotting techniques rather than traditional knitting or crochet. It was very popular in the late 60s and 70s.

Materials Needed?

To get started, you don't need very much. You need some sort of string, cord, etc and something to anchor it to. You can use practically anything:
- string
- cord
- present wrapping ties
- yarn
- ribbon
- embroidery thread
- old nylons cut into strips
- fabric cut into strips
- even stretched VHS tape!
Anything you can knot, you can use.

For the purposes of learning, I will be using plain old brown yarn that I've had laying around for years and years. Don't want to use anything too fancy while I'm learning. I will screw up a lot!

As for something to start tying your yarn to, I've been reading about many suggestions:
- work your project over a mannequin or dress form
- the back of a chair
- attach your cord to a drawer handle and close it inside a drawer
- pin the cording around a pillow
- cardboard marked off in inches for accurate measuring
- dowels
- I've even seen pictures of people tying the ends of their cord to their feet!

Again, for the purposes of learning, I'm going to start my first project on a dowel. That way I can transport it or put it away and work on it in bed if I'm not feeling well.

You will also need working hands :P To tie the knots of course!

So gather up your materials and meet me back here soon to begin tying our first knots!

Exciting!

Let the Macrame Revolution Begin!
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Coming up:
Measuring our cord and anchoring it to begin a project.

Saturday, 26 March 2011

Pink

For those of you who haven't been bugged by me on Facebook or Twitter, I thought I'd post an update.

The surgery went brilliant! I was awake the next day but kinda sick. By yesterday I was on my feet and walking around. I even got a shower and managed to wash and brush my hair just fine.

None of you bothered to tell me that with good circulation everything turns pink! I can't stop looking at my toes. They have been a bluish hue all my life. Now they are a heavenly pink :)

I feel so good. Too bad this bone takes 6 weeks to heal. I'll definitely be running circles around you soon. Think of all the stuff I accomplished at 55% blood flow. I'm going to be super mommy now! Watch out!

Anyway, I've attached a file to this mobile post of me and my dad at the healing garden yesterday. Docs say I can get out of here tomorrow morning. Yay! I'm already bored.

And do you know I still haven't been given any Jello? What kind of hospital is this anyway?
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Friday, 25 March 2011

Pieces?

While I had that horrible cough, I ended up getting a massive headache by the end of each day. I think my poor brain couldn't handle being rattled around in my skull every time I coughed. Yuck!

So I would reach for the Tylenol. I did this once at the dinner table and Lane perked up right away. She started shouting, "Pieces! Pieces! More!"

Uh oh... the little girl had my Tylenol confused with her beloved snack Reece's Pieces.

They do kind of look alike...



Yikes! That gave me a shiver down my spine. I now know that if Lane ever gets a hold of any Tylenol, she might actually eat all of them thinking they are candy.

We somehow never had this problem with Logan. We told him not to go near our medicine and he never did. Actually, we're probably terrible parents here, but we know that he can get past the child proof caps. He likes to study things and figure them out. He figured out how to pop a child proof cap by 18 months.

O.O

But we never worried much about that because Logan never showed any interest in eating them or even going near them.

But now, with Lane it's a whole other situation. We're definitely putting our medication further out of reach. (Lest you think we're totally awful parents, our medication has always been out of reach of little children). We are considering a locked cupboard. Especially with the new medication that will be introduced into the house due to my surgery.

Right now, we'll be storing out medication in the cupboard above the fridge. Even I can't reach it without a stool and no climbing kids will be able to get into it.

What do you do with your medications? High up storage? Locked cupboard? Bathroom medicine cabinet?

Thursday, 24 March 2011

All Smiles


(I'm still in Edmonton. It's the day after my surgery. Hopefully I'll be up enough to actually see the people who come visit me!)

I really want to see this face when I wake up.


That happy, pretty, smiling face can make anyone feel better! :D

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Here We Go

Today is the day.

Today I'm going in for open heart surgery to replace my pulmonary valve.

I haven't had open heart surgery since I was this big...



Here's to another 31 years before I gotta do this again.

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Tawny's Tattooed

(I'm currently in Edmonton awaiting my new heart valve surgery. I scheduled a few posts for your amusement while I'm gone. Today I should be visiting with my surgeons and anesthetists and learning about recovery at home. Joy.)

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This being a momentous week in my life, thoughts turn to what I'm going to do to commemorate it in my memory. Scrap booking? Probably not going to happen. I'm terrible at that sort of piddly stuff. I still have yet to scrap book any of the kids births or momentous events.

Blog? Yes. There will be plenty of blog posts. I like the thought of having my life written down somewhere. Even if it is mostly fluff and silly photos of the kids.

Tattoo? That's an interesting idea.

Did I ever tell you that I intend to get my kids' names tattooed on each of my ovaries. I think Laney came from the left and Logan from the right ovary heehee. (Actually I think I did tell you, but it was in one of the first posts I did on this blog damn near 4 years ago!)

An artist friend of mine - RJ - designed this awesome one for Logan. Notice the Wolverine scratches. I will get it done someday when we have some extra money.



And in case you don't know me and haven't seen the tattoos I already have, I'll show you. I love blog posts about tattoos, so if you have any to show off, link me in the comments. I'd love to check 'em out.



There's my first one. If you read Chinese, then you'll know that character is my maiden name. (Yes, I have a very common Chinese name). Or if you're like most people, you will look at me, think I'm only a white girl and assume that this symbol is an inukshuk. That's cool too. And if you read Chinese and don't know me, you laugh and think this white girl has it all wrong and has a very common Chinese name tattooed on her. Haha, it's happened.

Sorry for the blurry picture. It's really hard to take a photo of your backside (actually it isn't my backside, it's right above my backside, but still...) This Smurf kinda commemorates my first heart surgery. You see, when you're a kid in a hospital, flowers don't seem all that interesting. My dad used to bring me Smurfs instead. A much better get well gift in my opinion.

My dad stayed with me in the hospital every time I was in the hospital and this time is no different. He's slated to arrive in time to be there when I wake up. :)

I hope he brings me Smurfs.

Monday, 21 March 2011

Hop on Pop

I'm in Edmonton today enjoying the day before I have to go to my pre-admission appointment. I've scheduled this fun post for your reading enjoyment :)

My kids think that Terry is a jungle gym. It's been a long winter without a park to play at. Daddy is the next best thing.


Please excuse the sad mess that is my rec room. These kids only want to climb all over daddy.


While I recover, I hope they don't hurt daddy's back too much. We can't have two weak people in this house with these rambunctious kids!


Poor daddy never gets any rest. It's hop on pop all day long.


He can't even play on his computer. The boy jumps on his back. (This is a crappy photo from my phone, but you get the idea).



Yipes! Is spring here yet? Are you looking forward to a time when your kids can get outside and run some energy off at the park? We sure are!

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Bon Voyage

We're leaving for Edmonton today! Finally things are starting to move quicker.

Both of my online shops are now closed. I will reopen them when I get back and feel like doing some work.

And I want to share a special treat with you before I go. I won another giveaway hosted by Night Owl Crafting. It was for one of these beautiful glass pendants with any picture I chose inside it! :D Kimberly from Bugaboo, Mine Mr and Me made it out of a family shot from the wedding. Awesome!


I love it so much. It'll be just the thing that I need next to my bed in the hospital to make me feel better.

And I finished my hospital robe. I know that things were looking a little grim for my robe, but I finally got off my butt and finished it up. And it's terrific.


That colourful collage of hearts and pale yellow will certainly ease the recovery process. Combined with my tacky hospital slippers and I'll be unstoppable hehehe.

I have plenty of blog posts scheduled to publish while I'm gone, so don't fret - there will be plenty of oh so fascinating things for you to read in my absence. And I've sent the instructions for mobile posting to my phone so I'll be like that character on House (played by Donna from That 70s Show) who was obsessed with blogging while in the hospital. Well... OK... so I won't be blogging all my personal woes and asking for medical advice - no offense to you guys... but I will update you about my status when I feel able.

I'll be shutting off my computer for the first time in a really long time immediately after posting this (but I can publish comments from my phone, so may your comments be plentiful and supportive).

I'll see you on the flip side! :D

Saturday, 19 March 2011

Secret Mommyhood Confession Saturday #2

I am unnaturally attached to my hair.

The stuff on top of my head, not the other stuff which can take a flying leap if you know what I mean. ;)

And I'm afraid for the future of my long locks. :(

This long wavy awesomeness might have its days numbered.

My surgery on Wednesday involves me getting my chest cracked open. Bleh. But I'm not concerned about the scar it will leave (actually the scar will probably be much improved from the one that is already there from the first time I had open heart surgery). I'm not even really concerned with the pain or the recovery. I'll figure it out and take lots of drugs.

But I am concerned about my precious hair! Ack! Being in the hospital for a week without proper hair care is going to make it very angry. And the idea of washing and brushing it with a cracked sternum sounds brutal.

What if I have to cut it? I haven't had short hair since high school. I have a seriously round face which means it's going to have to be really short or long. No in between - unless I like the chubby-cheeked chipmunk look... and I so don't.

The rational part in me says that it will grow back really fast.


I cut it down to this length once. Not too bad. It grew back to my long wavy locks in about 3 months. But to cut it so short that I wouldn't have to deal with it while healing? That will take at least a year (with the dreaded chipmunk look in between) to grow out. Waaaaaahhhhhh!

The irrational part of my brain says, how will my kids recognize me without my long hair? Totally ridiculous - I know. But still... I identify myself with some of these outer features.

Boourns.

So there you have it folks. A trip into my secret inner fears. I can handle surgery... but the chopping off of my hair might just break my heart.

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Go on over to "All Work and No Play Makes Mommy Go Something Something" to read more confessions and link up your own... if you dare!

Friday, 18 March 2011

Food Friday: Rolled Lasagna

**** Disclaimer: I am not Italian. This is not an authentic Italian recipe. It's the lazy man's way to making lasagna (other than buying store bought frozen ones of course). But it's quick (well if you think 1.5 hours compared to the 3 or 4 for authentic lasagna is quick) and tasty as long as you're not picky. ****

So continue reading if you are interested in how badly I've bastardized authentic Italian cuisine. But don't say I didn't warn you!



Ingredients:
- ground beef (some) *
- lasagna noodles (a half a box)
- spaghetti sauce (a jar full)
- grated cheese - whatever is your fave. I use a 3 cheese blend (one package)
- garlic, onions, mushrooms (whatever you like in your lasagna to taste)

* Note: I hate putting quantities of ground beef on here because you are never gonna go to the store and find the exact measurement. Use what you have.

Method:
- Boil your lasagna noodles until soft
- Brown your ground beef. Add in garlic, onions, mushrooms, whatever else you like in your lasagna.

- run your softened noodles under some cold water. You'll be rolling them, so make sure they are cool to the touch. Don't want any steam disasters!


- In a large bowl, mix your beef mixture, spaghetti sauce and 3/4 of the package of cheese together.

- on a clean counter top or cutting board, lay out a noodle. Spread some of the beef mixture onto it and roll it up.

- place the rolled lasagna noodle in a 9 by 13 un-greased baking dish. Do this another 11 or so times until you have your baking dish full.


- Cover the baking dish with some loose tinfoil and bake in 350 degree oven for 50 minutes.
- at 50 minutes, take the dish out of the oven and place the remaining 1/4 grated cheese on the top. Put back in oven until cheese is melted and bubbly - about 10 minutes.

- Serve and enjoy!

Notice that I put cheese on one side more than the other? That's just because I can't eat as much cheese as the rest of my family. The bare side is for me :D

I actually learned this recipe from a commercial that was on about 15 years ago for grated cheese (I think Sargento?). Because it was a 30 second commercials, measurements and method were explained very quickly. I've recreated the general idea and the one that works best for me! Anyway, my family eats it up. Num num.

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Thursday, 17 March 2011

Those Sneaky Leprechauns

While Lane and I were dodging puddles and practically skating to school to pick Logan up, some sneaky Leprechauns trailed through our house!


At least they didn't make too much of a mess.


Logan followed their not so subtle trail all the way to his room.


Hmm what were those silly Leprechauns up to anyway?


Not a pot of gold, but a really nummy treat!



Are they under the bed with the treasure? Nope, they weren't anywhere to be found.


But the treats will be eaten!

Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone!

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Done...

This two week delay before surgery has taken its toll on this family.

We're done...

just done...

Terry is still going to work.

Since he passed all of his work over to his coworkers, he thought he'd have an easy two weeks extra. Nope. Every problem that could happen has happened and Terry is busy fixing everything. I think he feels a little like Dante in Clerks - "I'm not even supposed to be here today!"

I'm still cleaning the house and taking care of the kids.

I don't even feel the need to sew. I don't think my hospital robe is going to get done. I'll buy one at West Edmonton Mall when I arrive. Too tired to do anything. Tawny Bee is now closed. Sorry for the lack of warning. I'm just done. And too tired to care.

Logan is still going to school.

Due to his anxiety, we spent the past month prepping him for having a mommy in the hospital and then a mommy recovering at home. He was ready... and now... we wait... and it's getting to him. He's been acting out and tantruming more than usual. I had to pick him up and strap him into the double stroller just to get him to school today. He won't let mommy out of his sight. Not for a minute. Really. I can't even go to the bathroom without him in there bugging me. He knows something is up and he's tired of waiting for it, so he's latched himself permanently to mommy's leg. I had to leave him screaming at school today because I need a break. *cry*

We were all ready for this two weeks ago. Now we're in stasis. I can't get up the energy to do anything. We've been eating out constantly. I sit and watch Netflix rather than do any more work.

We're done.





This is the scene at our house every evening. Tired family waiting... waiting... waiting...

We were supposed to be coming home today. Instead we wait... *sigh*

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Romantic Kobo Kozy

I've had my brand new Kobo for a few weeks now and I haven't decorated it yet!

Wha?!!


Yesterday I fixed that right up by making this Romantic Kobo Kozy.

What makes it romantic you ask?

Well, it's common knowledge around here that although I hold an English degree, I actually prefer to read trashy romance novels. And what I love even more than reading the romance novels is the artwork on the covers of these books. A good artist can perfectly capture a scene of fantasy and lust. Love it!

So of course I needed to add a little bit of that spice to my Kobo Kozy. I used one of my favourite images from romance novel cover artist Alan Ayers. This one graced the cover of Johanna Lindsey's Captive of My Desires. Beautiful. Check out more awesome artwork on the Alan Ayers website.

That's the steamiest iron-on I've ever done. Makes for a gorgeous Kobo Kozy cover.


I used double sided quilted fabric for the Kozy so one side is black and the other side is romantic red. It closes with a big black button and some elastic.


I bet that's the sexiest Kobo Kozy you've ever seen!

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Monday, 14 March 2011

Crafty Monday: Shamrock Door Hangar

I thought I was going to be just arrived back home on St. Patrick's Day, so I didn't really plan any fun and "lucky" crafts for the kids.

This one was a spur of the moment sort of craft loosely based on this one at Crafts By Amanda.


First we got some foam hearts - 12 of them for thickness. We glued them together in four batches of 3.


Then we cut out some green felt. Don't want pink shamrocks do we? We glued the felt onto the tops of all 4 batches of hearts.

Then we glued the hearts together with hot glue (I did this part while Logan watched). It forms a good luck shamrock.


Then we glued some ribbon on the back as a hang tag and decorated the front with buttons! Lane had a terrific time sorting and looking at all the buttons. She chose the ones that Logan glued onto the front. Pretty!

Doesn't our door look festive? This is a perfect craft to do with kids. It only takes about a half an hour and holds short attention spans. Logan's not sure what St. Patrick's Day is, but he's looking forward to wearing green on that day! :D

How do you celebrate St. Patrick's Day with kids? I guess green beer is out of the question? hahaha

Saturday, 12 March 2011

Secret Mommy-hood Confession Saturday #1



Welcome to my first Mommy-hood Confession Saturday. I'm a little bit nervous since divulging secrets would make anyone nervous. But I so enjoy reading Kim's confessions every Saturday, that I thought I'd better participate lest she think that I'm just enjoying her secrets too much and won't pony up with a few of my own. :)



So here goes....

I'm Lactose Intolerant.

Yup, I just won't tolerate that ungrateful mineral? chemical?

And this from a girl who's maternal grandfather was a milkman and who's husband can drink four 4L jugs of milk a week!

Take today for instance. My little man went to the Hair Do Zoo to get his haircut. This is a big step for him. So we decided to reward him for his bravery by going to the Marble Slab Creamery (which just so happened to be in the same parking lot).

Isn't he so cute?

I ordered a vanilla brownie sundae. Yum Yum! I love ice cream!

My body, however, does not.

I even thought ahead and took my Lactaid pills.

Yeah... they do jack squat.

Immediately after tasting my first bite a cold, delicious ice cream, I started to feel the bubbles. The fizz bubbled and bubbled until I was just about doubled over. And yet I still felt the need to keep eating this delicious, yet noxious treat.

And I've been paying for it with burps all afternoon. Bleh.

I'm about ready to jump on the "no dairy" bandwagon, but then my pizza would be so boring. And what about poutine? Can't give that up no matter how much my tummy protests.

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(Go on over to All Work and No Play Makes Mommy Go Something Something to join in the fun or read Kim's funny, silly and sometimes so sad it makes you bawl secret confessions.)

Friday, 11 March 2011

Food Friday: Oatmeal Craisin/Raisin Cookies



I like to keep my family in fresh baked goodies at all times if possible. In the wintertime it's pretty easy to do some baking twice a week. I usually pick Monday and Friday because those are the days that Logan doesn't have school and he likes to help me measure. :)

I've been doing a lot of baking for several years now (I think I started baking up a storm when I was pregnant with Logan!) So I've come to realize which are favourites.



These Oatmeal Craisin/Raisin Cookies are certainly a fave! :D

Terry takes them to work and he's always sure to pack a few extra for his moochers... ahem... coworkers. They've even asked him for the recipe.

Want to make some?

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup butter, softened
  • 1 cup packed brown sugar
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 2 cups quick cooking oats
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup raisins
  • 1 cup dried cranberries/Craisins
Method:
- Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees F (180 Degrees C)
- Beat together in large mixing bowl the butter, eggs, sugars and vanilla with electric mixer
- In another bowl combine the oats, flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
- Add the dry ingredients to your butter mixture in quarters. You should have a stiff dough
- Mix in Raisins and Craisins
- Drop dough by the spoonful onto greased baking sheets
- Bake in 350 degree F oven for 11-13 minutes

Makes about 3 dozen.



And watch the kids (and husband) eat 'em up!


Do you have a favourite cookie recipe that you want to share. Link me in the comments! :D I'm always on the look out for new, fabulous recipes.