Wednesday, August 20, 2008

This is a little TOO real and etc.

It amazes me how some of my friends manage to blog every single day--sometimes more than once. And they manage to keep their posts to one subject each. Well, you needn't worry about either of those situations on this blog! I'm so far behind I'll just ramble from subject to subject.

Caleb is such a hoot! The other day he let me know in no uncertain terms that he wanted a drink (he'll bring me an empty cup and start pulling on my arm and say "see, see" and point toward the fridge) so I jokingly asked, "are you so thirsty you could die?" He immediately dropped flat on his back like he'd just been shot. It was hysterical!! (I didn't realize how much practice he'd been getting "playing dead" on the trampoline with his brothers.)

He's definitely feeling his oats more, testing Mommy a bit, not minding so quickly. I mean, he's still very easy-going but you can just see that spark of independence and mischief.

Potty training seems to be more mommy-training. If I have him sit on the potty, he'll pee or poo in the potty and if I don't sit him on the potty, he'll pee or poo in his pull-ups. And I honestly am not very good at remembering to take him to the bathroom as regularly as I should. While we were on vacation in our old motor home, he actually did very well at keeping his pants clean--I think because I was much more consistent about the potty. But at home my mind gets so lost in everything else that's going on in our extremely active family that I forget about Caleb's britches. I guess I need to just set the timer (except it's so busy timing time-outs and piano lessons and turns on the computer . . . but I guess that's an excuse, huh?) He IS getting practice with things like pulling pants up and down, flushing, turning on faucet, scrubbing hands, turning off faucet, drying hands--so that's something.

On our new adoption front, I just faxed our medical letters to our social worker yesterday (Monday)--those were all she lacked to complete our new home study. She had everything else all typed up with the exception of Dr. names and visit dates. I am really hoping we can have that study to USCIS by Friday. Please!! Please!! Please!! I personally think it's possible. I told her I'd drive it to Boise on Thursday if that would help her :) Of course then I'm hoping for I-171H within a couple more weeks. And of course, I'm HOPING to get other dossier documents together in those two weeks. Well, it doesn't hurt to hope . . .

On the home front I am very embarrassed to admit I've been dealing with itching. Somehow in late July I got 28 insect bites on one foot and 31 on the other besides those on my legs, etc. I have long joked that I must have sweet blood (in spite of how un-sweet my children think I am) because if anyone is going to get bitten around their ankles it is me. But this concentrated itching was so severe that I thought I was going to have to amputate my feet in order to maintain the two marbles of sanity that I have. I was downing Benadryl, and applying a myriad of ointments. And the really lovely part was that I got to attend Caleb's Mommy and Me swimming class with my elephant-swollen feet and all the beautiful red blotches. (Sorry, no pictures) Several times intelligent people like my mother and husband advised me to see a doctor but I couldn't imagine explaining to a doctor that I got all those bites without ever seeing or feeling any insects on me. Finally, however, exactly a week ago my skin got so painful to the touch that I decided to make an appointment. By the time I got to the Dr's office, my foot hurt so badly I could barely touch it to the floor. I walked away with two prescriptions for cellulitis: an antibiotic and a steroid--and instructions to contact a pest control person. (I can only assume bites came from our house because I haven't been anywhere else) Well, said person visited our house today and didn't find any critters. Please believe me, my house is really NOT a pig-sty. We are assuming that our dog and particularly our cat have less-than-graciously shared their own guests (fleas) with the rest of our household. Yes, our pets have flea collars and have been shampooed with flea soap but I'm guessing they must be getting re-infected from the carpet, couch, etc. The 'pest man' said only 5% of fleas are in the adult form where you can see them hopping--the rest are eggs and larva. So on the day he comes to spray the house, I have to wash ALL the bedding and we'll have to give both animals a bath so that everything starts fresh all at once to try to break this endless cycle.

Now for all those who say we need to 'be real' on our blogs, isn't this just a bit too much!!


Amy said...

My Caleb is exactly the same way. He will go on the potty IF you take him but otherwise, he goes in his pants.:( He has spent most of his summer in underwear without shorts on (when we are home) and he seems to be more aware and hasn't had nearly as many accidents. But when we go somewhere, I put pullups on him and sometimes he will stay dry until he can use the bathroom and somrtimes he won't. He goes back to school in a couple of weeks and I'm trying to decide what to send...a bunch of underwear or pullups??
Try 'Stinging Nettles' for your itching. They sell it at GNC. It works wonders and not expensive either. I just take 1-2 tablets when the itching starts and it gives me a lot of relief!!:)



Leah said...

As I read the first sentences about your itchy legs/feet, I was saying "fleas!" in my head. We have 3 dogs in the house..I know fleas. LOL Anyway, frontline works better than any flea collar or shampoo you can find, even in the south!

Angela was schedule trained long before she could tell us she needed to go. I really didn't care HOW she stayed dry (timed vs. her telling me) I juste wanted her to stay dry! LOL