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| BK3 in the ER @ the General |
Sunday, October 30, 2011
More errrr. ER
It's been a week. Let's see.
Sunday night 10/23, we were all good. I had put B down for a little nap before his last bottle of the day. Brannan and I were watching a movie. The monitor all of a sudden erupted with the most horrific sound ever from B's room. I ran, scooped him up, and started compressions on his back. He had the Croup. It didn't take a few attempts at breathing for me to figure that out. I freaked. So back to the ER we went, but this time to the General on Bluebonnet. Indeed it was the croup. 1 hour passed, including a breathing treatment, a few new friends in the ER, and a 3-day Steroid for li'l man. We were out in no time. Nice job General. We picked you on a good night. He got a little better after the Steroid Rx, and we went to see Dr. Farrell on Thursday; only to find out that he no longer had the Croup. It had turned into something else, more like Bronchitis. :( Womp Womp Wommpp. Now the breathing machine sits in my living room. We get to use it every day. B was pretty much quarantined this weekend and we have to go back to Farrell in the morning. Hoping Halloween isn't ruined for him! Meanwhile, I haven't kicked this crap either. I was sick long before B, and went through an entire set of antibiotics, a cough syrup, a steroid pack and a nose spray. I woke up this morning with a sore throat....it's going on week 3 here. Not ok. I guess I need sleep? Or vitamins more like it...I know, bad Mom. I'll go take 'em right now. Happy Halloween everyone!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
BK3 Geauxs Tailgatin'
There are 2 things one can expect about little boys and the South:
1. How to get dirty, and stay dirty.
2. First words often result in Geaux Tigers, of some sort.
Today, BK3 got to experience a day on LSU's campus for tailgating at the LSU vs Auburn game. Not sure who had more fun...BK3 or Daddy.
Knowing that this would be a momentous occasion, I planned ahead - or as ahead as I thought I could - for LSU attire that would make it a great first tailgate for baby B. I searched and searched, finally finding the obnoxious striped purple / gold over alls for the munchkin. Ordered. RUSH ordered that was. They'd arrive Thursday, Oct 20th. So I emailed Daddy Brannan and told him about my cool "find" which he loved. Fastforward to Friday afternoon. I got home late from teaching dance, and Brannan's holding a pinkish mail slip...the kind you get at your door when you've missed your package delivery. He asks me if I've received anything (2 packages to be specific). I said "NO". Of course, I hadn't been home but 15 minutes all day. No packages here. I grabbed the slip and saw that the packages would be able for pick up Saturday morning at the Woodlawn Post Office. It opened at 9:00 a.m. I saw the look of desperation on Brannan's face and I dared to ask "What did you buy?". His face said it all. He bought a pair of over alls for himself. To match the Baby. Of course. What Daddy wouldn't? "I guess that means we'll be at the post office for when it opens in the morning...", he says. "Absolutely babe", I say, knowing how much he must want to wear these over-alls, if he's willing to wait until after 9:00 a.m. to head to LSU's campus for a 2:30 game. Against Auburn.
We did just as expected. Woke at 7:00 a.m., fed the baby, packed the bag for the day, got dressed, and drove into the parking lot of the post office just in time for it to open. Grabbed the package and headed out to campus. This was going to be a great day. You can betcha Brannan changed into his obnoxious pair between 2 car doors in the parking lot of Kirby Smith...a true fan. We pulled out the jeep stroller, got the baby inside, and started strolling. I offered to push, but Daddy insisted. "I look weird in this outfit, don't I" he says over and over. To which I finally said, "Babe, you don't look funny in the outfit. You look funny in the outfit, pushing a stroller." Not to mention he kept taking it "off road". Because that's what the jeep stroller is meant for. Needless to say, he did NOT look funny. He looked awesome. He was a dad who was proud of his matching outfit with his son. Like I said, It was going to be a good day.
Baby Brannan loved the experience. So much that he skipped his morning nap. Geaux Tigers! 2 Auburn fans stopped and asked my 2 boys for a picture even. At one point, I looked around and couldn't find neither of the two. Come to find out, Daddy B had taken Baby B for a stroll. I was sure that there would be a photo op going on somewhere...why didn't I jump in on that! I'm not sure how many beers got offered to BK3...Of course everyone knows whiskey helps the teething...not beer.
We (BK3 and myself) didn't go into the game...being that our tickets were seats on the first row of LSU fans directly behind the Auburn fans section...I figured it would be best to let Daddy Brannan bring a friend and watch this one from home. The last 3 times Brannan and I sat there usually ended up with me in tears and an almost hungover Brannan risking getting thrown out of the game. Actually, the last time we sat there was 2 years ago, LSU vs. Auburn, and a very "happy" Brannan was going back and forth with the Auburn couple in front of us. Auburn woman (about college age) held a signature pom pom that repeatedly and coincidentally kept smashing Brannan's face....After she and Brannan had words, Brannan thought it'd be smart to tell the Auburn boyfriend to "Keep his B**** on a leash"...yeah that didn't go over too well. Especially since the ENTIRE LSU section behind us was egging B on...So I'm in tears, and finally after it all settles, the girl turns to me and says "I'm really sorry....I'm never like this at football games but I figured I had to here! Someone even told me I had an STD!" Classy LSU. Very Classy. LOL So needless to say, when we get the offer of those tickets, I gladly choose to let Brannan enjoy them with a friend. We'll survive better that way.
Daddy B had a lot of fun. I did too. And I'm sure Baby B will be able to see the pics when he's a little older. Mostly, I learned today that there are some things that little boys will always cherish: days like this with their Daddy's. Where they get to be JUST like their Daddy. I know today, Baby Brannan had the biggest smile on his face all day long. He knew how cool this day was :)
1. How to get dirty, and stay dirty.
2. First words often result in Geaux Tigers, of some sort.
Today, BK3 got to experience a day on LSU's campus for tailgating at the LSU vs Auburn game. Not sure who had more fun...BK3 or Daddy.
Knowing that this would be a momentous occasion, I planned ahead - or as ahead as I thought I could - for LSU attire that would make it a great first tailgate for baby B. I searched and searched, finally finding the obnoxious striped purple / gold over alls for the munchkin. Ordered. RUSH ordered that was. They'd arrive Thursday, Oct 20th. So I emailed Daddy Brannan and told him about my cool "find" which he loved. Fastforward to Friday afternoon. I got home late from teaching dance, and Brannan's holding a pinkish mail slip...the kind you get at your door when you've missed your package delivery. He asks me if I've received anything (2 packages to be specific). I said "NO". Of course, I hadn't been home but 15 minutes all day. No packages here. I grabbed the slip and saw that the packages would be able for pick up Saturday morning at the Woodlawn Post Office. It opened at 9:00 a.m. I saw the look of desperation on Brannan's face and I dared to ask "What did you buy?". His face said it all. He bought a pair of over alls for himself. To match the Baby. Of course. What Daddy wouldn't? "I guess that means we'll be at the post office for when it opens in the morning...", he says. "Absolutely babe", I say, knowing how much he must want to wear these over-alls, if he's willing to wait until after 9:00 a.m. to head to LSU's campus for a 2:30 game. Against Auburn.
We did just as expected. Woke at 7:00 a.m., fed the baby, packed the bag for the day, got dressed, and drove into the parking lot of the post office just in time for it to open. Grabbed the package and headed out to campus. This was going to be a great day. You can betcha Brannan changed into his obnoxious pair between 2 car doors in the parking lot of Kirby Smith...a true fan. We pulled out the jeep stroller, got the baby inside, and started strolling. I offered to push, but Daddy insisted. "I look weird in this outfit, don't I" he says over and over. To which I finally said, "Babe, you don't look funny in the outfit. You look funny in the outfit, pushing a stroller." Not to mention he kept taking it "off road". Because that's what the jeep stroller is meant for. Needless to say, he did NOT look funny. He looked awesome. He was a dad who was proud of his matching outfit with his son. Like I said, It was going to be a good day.
Baby Brannan loved the experience. So much that he skipped his morning nap. Geaux Tigers! 2 Auburn fans stopped and asked my 2 boys for a picture even. At one point, I looked around and couldn't find neither of the two. Come to find out, Daddy B had taken Baby B for a stroll. I was sure that there would be a photo op going on somewhere...why didn't I jump in on that! I'm not sure how many beers got offered to BK3...Of course everyone knows whiskey helps the teething...not beer.
We (BK3 and myself) didn't go into the game...being that our tickets were seats on the first row of LSU fans directly behind the Auburn fans section...I figured it would be best to let Daddy Brannan bring a friend and watch this one from home. The last 3 times Brannan and I sat there usually ended up with me in tears and an almost hungover Brannan risking getting thrown out of the game. Actually, the last time we sat there was 2 years ago, LSU vs. Auburn, and a very "happy" Brannan was going back and forth with the Auburn couple in front of us. Auburn woman (about college age) held a signature pom pom that repeatedly and coincidentally kept smashing Brannan's face....After she and Brannan had words, Brannan thought it'd be smart to tell the Auburn boyfriend to "Keep his B**** on a leash"...yeah that didn't go over too well. Especially since the ENTIRE LSU section behind us was egging B on...So I'm in tears, and finally after it all settles, the girl turns to me and says "I'm really sorry....I'm never like this at football games but I figured I had to here! Someone even told me I had an STD!" Classy LSU. Very Classy. LOL So needless to say, when we get the offer of those tickets, I gladly choose to let Brannan enjoy them with a friend. We'll survive better that way.
Daddy B had a lot of fun. I did too. And I'm sure Baby B will be able to see the pics when he's a little older. Mostly, I learned today that there are some things that little boys will always cherish: days like this with their Daddy's. Where they get to be JUST like their Daddy. I know today, Baby Brannan had the biggest smile on his face all day long. He knew how cool this day was :)
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| "Off roading" |
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| My handsome BK3 |
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| The best moment of the day |
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
a Webb-venture in the E.R.
It's been a hectic few days at the Webb's. My Bronchitis/Sinus Infection decided it needed to stick around for a good 10 days...I'm just now getting to feel back to normal. On Friday, BK3 started to act a little fussy throughout the day - red flag #1 that told me he may be coming down with something. He stayed at my mom's Friday night, while Brannan and I had MiMi's wake and funeral to attend, and BK3 didn't do so well that night. For the first time in 2 months, he didn't sleep through the night GASP! And it was at my moms....lol. He was coming down with a cold. Poor Punkin.
Saturday, we celebrated MiMi's life with family and friends. It was a good day. We got BK3 back mid-afternoon, and sadly, it was downhill from there. Saturday night, li'l man ran 102 fever, up to 103 through midnight, and needless to say, Mama and Baby didn't sleep a lick. He was congested. I was a nervous wreck. I quickly got a flashback of his first few days at home after delivery. I'm lucky I didn't have an anxiety attack. LOL. All day Sunday, same news. I thought the Tylenol would help, but li'l man was more and more stopped up and feverish. Miserable. For all parties involved. When I got home from work, I noticed he was having trouble. He was panting, retracting a little and still had the fever. The triage nurse on call told us we might want to take him into the ER. What? Hold up. ER? My li'l dude didn't need to go to the ER. This was crazy. But when his condition didn't improve, we decided it was time to take him in. I was exhausted from 2 nights of no sleep; Worried so much that I couldn't keep anything inside me (and no I wasn't vomiting); And now we were packing up for the ER....on a Sunday night. DING DING Let the fun begin. We didn't even make it into the car outside, without some bum on the street asking for a cigarette....seriously I thought I was in a dream. Baby Brannan not breathing well, loading up for the ER and then about to get jumped. LOVELY.
I sat in the back seat of Brannan's car and tried to keep BK3 calm, but that didn't work. I was a nervous wreck myself. I quickly understood why mom's worry so much about their kids. I hated my li'l dude being sick. And I was sick for him...literally. Needless to say the OLOL ER was a circus. I'm surprised we didn't take a number. Between the numerous "sick" kids running around playing with the toys (isn't it their bedtime?), loud Disney channel blaring on the one TV (hello, there's a football game on people; it's Sunday night) and my baby crying...I didn't know who was going to lose it first...me? maybe. Thankfully mom insisted on coming. So there we were, Brannan (trying not to touch anything), Me (trying not to mess myself), Baby B (miserable), and Mom (seasoned ER attendee)....I looked like a teen mom. Every time I held BK3, he'd cry...so mom took him most of the time. We got him triag-ed so they say....and the nurse said she couldn't hear anything in his chest....oh well. We waited to see the dr. Hour after hour after hour. We saw some mighty exciting things.
Prospect #1: A 3 year old little girl who looked like she had blood drawn from 4 different places. Running playfully. Loud. Slapping her older sister. The usual.
Propect #2: Another 2 or 3 yr old little girl. Looked pretty sick. Following prospect 1, who clearly they didn't know one another. Hello mom, this is the ER...I don't think I'd let my toddler follow another obviously sick child around.
Prospect #3: Family of 6. Went to get Subway while they waited. Not one of them seemed ill on any account. But they were hungry...so they got their Subway...then about 30 minutes later I heard one say "K Y'all, let's go". And they were gone. Cool Field trip to the ER.
In walks Prospect #4, who walked in with Prospect #5 who was wheeled in on a stretcher. Looked about 13 (girl). They parked her stretcher. She got up. Went to the desk. Then chilled in a chair. Cool. Prospect #4 clearly wearing pj pants with a shirt slogan'ed "Chick Magnet" Sureeeeeeee.
(All prospects ended up leaving, after enjoying a meal of course....)
...Brannan's still trying hard not to touch anything.
4 hours gone by. No name called. BK3 had fallen asleep. I looked at mom and say "Hey, I'm done. Let's go....this is crazy" Mom asks me if I'm sure I don't want to wait....But I had a feeling we weren't going to get seen til the next day...I was ok with staying up night #3 and just going with it. So we left. That was a fun adventure. No sleep. Exhausted. Contaminated by crazies in the ER. Yet leaving entertained nonetheless.
Sunday night was as expected, awful. BK3 was miserable and so was Mommy. At 8:01 I called the Pediatrician, who got me an appt for 9:00. 8:30 rolls around and I'm heading out the door with Bk3. I realize....My keys are in Brannan's back seat from the night before. It took everything I had not to break down and cry right there. To this day. I still do not know how or why I didn't. Daddy sped home, got me the keys, I sped to the Dr and still made it but 5 minutes late. HOLLA. BK3 gets tested for everything but of course it's just a nasty Virus. Great. So I get to keep suctioning his nose til his brains come out...Not sure if he likes being congested more, or the process of suctioning. I think he'd rather stay congested.
In the grand scheme of things I learned 2 things:
I'd rather be sick any day, if BK3 didn't have to be.
Don't Worry. Be Happy.
Oh & #3.....don't touch anything in the E.R.
Saturday, we celebrated MiMi's life with family and friends. It was a good day. We got BK3 back mid-afternoon, and sadly, it was downhill from there. Saturday night, li'l man ran 102 fever, up to 103 through midnight, and needless to say, Mama and Baby didn't sleep a lick. He was congested. I was a nervous wreck. I quickly got a flashback of his first few days at home after delivery. I'm lucky I didn't have an anxiety attack. LOL. All day Sunday, same news. I thought the Tylenol would help, but li'l man was more and more stopped up and feverish. Miserable. For all parties involved. When I got home from work, I noticed he was having trouble. He was panting, retracting a little and still had the fever. The triage nurse on call told us we might want to take him into the ER. What? Hold up. ER? My li'l dude didn't need to go to the ER. This was crazy. But when his condition didn't improve, we decided it was time to take him in. I was exhausted from 2 nights of no sleep; Worried so much that I couldn't keep anything inside me (and no I wasn't vomiting); And now we were packing up for the ER....on a Sunday night. DING DING Let the fun begin. We didn't even make it into the car outside, without some bum on the street asking for a cigarette....seriously I thought I was in a dream. Baby Brannan not breathing well, loading up for the ER and then about to get jumped. LOVELY.
I sat in the back seat of Brannan's car and tried to keep BK3 calm, but that didn't work. I was a nervous wreck myself. I quickly understood why mom's worry so much about their kids. I hated my li'l dude being sick. And I was sick for him...literally. Needless to say the OLOL ER was a circus. I'm surprised we didn't take a number. Between the numerous "sick" kids running around playing with the toys (isn't it their bedtime?), loud Disney channel blaring on the one TV (hello, there's a football game on people; it's Sunday night) and my baby crying...I didn't know who was going to lose it first...me? maybe. Thankfully mom insisted on coming. So there we were, Brannan (trying not to touch anything), Me (trying not to mess myself), Baby B (miserable), and Mom (seasoned ER attendee)....I looked like a teen mom. Every time I held BK3, he'd cry...so mom took him most of the time. We got him triag-ed so they say....and the nurse said she couldn't hear anything in his chest....oh well. We waited to see the dr. Hour after hour after hour. We saw some mighty exciting things.
Prospect #1: A 3 year old little girl who looked like she had blood drawn from 4 different places. Running playfully. Loud. Slapping her older sister. The usual.
Propect #2: Another 2 or 3 yr old little girl. Looked pretty sick. Following prospect 1, who clearly they didn't know one another. Hello mom, this is the ER...I don't think I'd let my toddler follow another obviously sick child around.
Prospect #3: Family of 6. Went to get Subway while they waited. Not one of them seemed ill on any account. But they were hungry...so they got their Subway...then about 30 minutes later I heard one say "K Y'all, let's go". And they were gone. Cool Field trip to the ER.
In walks Prospect #4, who walked in with Prospect #5 who was wheeled in on a stretcher. Looked about 13 (girl). They parked her stretcher. She got up. Went to the desk. Then chilled in a chair. Cool. Prospect #4 clearly wearing pj pants with a shirt slogan'ed "Chick Magnet" Sureeeeeeee.
(All prospects ended up leaving, after enjoying a meal of course....)
...Brannan's still trying hard not to touch anything.
4 hours gone by. No name called. BK3 had fallen asleep. I looked at mom and say "Hey, I'm done. Let's go....this is crazy" Mom asks me if I'm sure I don't want to wait....But I had a feeling we weren't going to get seen til the next day...I was ok with staying up night #3 and just going with it. So we left. That was a fun adventure. No sleep. Exhausted. Contaminated by crazies in the ER. Yet leaving entertained nonetheless.
Sunday night was as expected, awful. BK3 was miserable and so was Mommy. At 8:01 I called the Pediatrician, who got me an appt for 9:00. 8:30 rolls around and I'm heading out the door with Bk3. I realize....My keys are in Brannan's back seat from the night before. It took everything I had not to break down and cry right there. To this day. I still do not know how or why I didn't. Daddy sped home, got me the keys, I sped to the Dr and still made it but 5 minutes late. HOLLA. BK3 gets tested for everything but of course it's just a nasty Virus. Great. So I get to keep suctioning his nose til his brains come out...Not sure if he likes being congested more, or the process of suctioning. I think he'd rather stay congested.
In the grand scheme of things I learned 2 things:
I'd rather be sick any day, if BK3 didn't have to be.
Don't Worry. Be Happy.
Oh & #3.....don't touch anything in the E.R.
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| BK3 in the Dr's office...still smilin' |
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Amazon Mom...come on y'all
Have you found this yet? Baby Brannan decided a few weeks back that he wanted the most expensive Brand of Formula on the market - Nutramigen. Never goes on sale...but I found this Amazon Mom thing that automatically drafts your credit card when you sign up, choose the "subscribe and save" button...and choose the items you want. Here goes...
I Chose 276 count pampers diapers. Through subscribe and save, they're priced at $37.75
Wal mart prices them for $47.19 and Babies R Us has them for $45.99
Amazon.com is shipping these to me for FREE once a month and just debits my card. AMAZING. So no going out to get 'em even. Seriously, I'm going to save at least $7 per box of diapers. Ok. Sold.
Next I looked up the Nutramigen. The biggest can at Babies R Us or Wal mart is 19.8 oz ($34.99/33.99)
Amazon Mom has a case of 6 - 12.6 oz cans for $111.19
So If I were to buy at Wal Mart, it'd be $1.76 per oz.
Amazon Mom has me spending $1.50 per oz. So of course I did the math. I'm saving about $.25 cents per oz....the case has 75.6 total oz (THAT'S $13.95 in savings!) Again, they ship this free to my doorstep however often I ask (once a month, every 2 months, etc). Whenever I want, I can go online and change the amounts, change the item, etc. It's awesome. And they have so many things to choose from for Subscribe and Save.
I may just be sleep-deprived, but I feel like I did my research and it's a deal. If you know I'm just crazy, then please help a girl out and let me know so I don't go losing money on this yo...
Peace.
I Chose 276 count pampers diapers. Through subscribe and save, they're priced at $37.75
Wal mart prices them for $47.19 and Babies R Us has them for $45.99
Amazon.com is shipping these to me for FREE once a month and just debits my card. AMAZING. So no going out to get 'em even. Seriously, I'm going to save at least $7 per box of diapers. Ok. Sold.
Next I looked up the Nutramigen. The biggest can at Babies R Us or Wal mart is 19.8 oz ($34.99/33.99)
Amazon Mom has a case of 6 - 12.6 oz cans for $111.19
So If I were to buy at Wal Mart, it'd be $1.76 per oz.
Amazon Mom has me spending $1.50 per oz. So of course I did the math. I'm saving about $.25 cents per oz....the case has 75.6 total oz (THAT'S $13.95 in savings!) Again, they ship this free to my doorstep however often I ask (once a month, every 2 months, etc). Whenever I want, I can go online and change the amounts, change the item, etc. It's awesome. And they have so many things to choose from for Subscribe and Save.
I may just be sleep-deprived, but I feel like I did my research and it's a deal. If you know I'm just crazy, then please help a girl out and let me know so I don't go losing money on this yo...
Peace.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
What's in a day?
I'm starting to like this little bit of my day that I sit behind the computer and type a li'l bit. It's relaxing. I got home from the studio around 10:30 p.m., said hello to my two loves, heated up some dinner, read a book and rocked B to sleep...and now I sit to type about my day. Didn't really know what to talk about, except all day, I've been contemplating over one simple subject: what's in a day? and why is ours the way it is?
I've always wondered why I have my days. Why my days aren't made up just like that of someone else? Or how would I feel if I had a day like that person had? Not complaining. Just wondering. What's in a day?
My busiest time of year with my job is right now. Usually runs from August 1st to about November 1st. Those 3 months are hectic. Full of choreography, the start of the new dance season, ordering costumes, clean-up rehearsals, competition registrations, etc. I usually don't have one day off in that time-span; I even work on Sundays. Not cool. But has to get done. I'm blessed in the fact that I have a "teachers" schedule. I get off each holiday. I plan my own summers. It's nice. But each year I find myself miserable from time to time around now. Wondering why I chose this job. This year has been particularly worse because I have this beautiful baby Boy that I'd love to sit and hold every single day, all day long. And I can't. But again, I remind myself: This is only temporary.
I often-times get tired around this time...not to mention as we speak, I've got a horrible sinus infection on top of Bronchitis. On so many meds it's not even funny. My body is pooped - worn out - done. And it's letting me know. So as I trek to the studio each day- stressed, overwhelmed, fussy- the question is asked multiple times: What's in this day for me? Today, I think I got a little closer to figuring it out.
Kinda goes with yesterday's talk about Mimi (spelled the name wrong...fixed now). Living each day to the fullest. But not just that. I figured out that I'm here to learn. EVERYTHING has the power to impact my life; to teach me; to help me see a new light or a new circumstance. How boring our lives would be if we knew it all? No surprises, no "ah ha!" moments. So when I dread a short instance of my day, I'll now remember that I'm supposed to be here. This is showing me something; so figure it out Carrie. God is always molding us. He's helping us to find our moment and capture who He would like for us to be. To carry out the job that He has so carefully given to each of us. And when He feels like we've done it; when He feels like we've finished our jobs, then it will be OUR turn to walk through those Heavenly Gates. It will be OUR turn to walk where everyone longs to be. A place of perfection. Of Smiles. Of endless happiness. So I'll keep walking here. I'll keep learning. Most importantly, I'll quit asking why this? And figure out it's for me. Placed so gently in my life, to show me something about myself. To help me grow. Even if most of the time it just means to show more love, compassion, or even harder - patience. Whether with myself or someone else. That's in my day. What's in yours?
I've always wondered why I have my days. Why my days aren't made up just like that of someone else? Or how would I feel if I had a day like that person had? Not complaining. Just wondering. What's in a day?
My busiest time of year with my job is right now. Usually runs from August 1st to about November 1st. Those 3 months are hectic. Full of choreography, the start of the new dance season, ordering costumes, clean-up rehearsals, competition registrations, etc. I usually don't have one day off in that time-span; I even work on Sundays. Not cool. But has to get done. I'm blessed in the fact that I have a "teachers" schedule. I get off each holiday. I plan my own summers. It's nice. But each year I find myself miserable from time to time around now. Wondering why I chose this job. This year has been particularly worse because I have this beautiful baby Boy that I'd love to sit and hold every single day, all day long. And I can't. But again, I remind myself: This is only temporary.
I often-times get tired around this time...not to mention as we speak, I've got a horrible sinus infection on top of Bronchitis. On so many meds it's not even funny. My body is pooped - worn out - done. And it's letting me know. So as I trek to the studio each day- stressed, overwhelmed, fussy- the question is asked multiple times: What's in this day for me? Today, I think I got a little closer to figuring it out.
Kinda goes with yesterday's talk about Mimi (spelled the name wrong...fixed now). Living each day to the fullest. But not just that. I figured out that I'm here to learn. EVERYTHING has the power to impact my life; to teach me; to help me see a new light or a new circumstance. How boring our lives would be if we knew it all? No surprises, no "ah ha!" moments. So when I dread a short instance of my day, I'll now remember that I'm supposed to be here. This is showing me something; so figure it out Carrie. God is always molding us. He's helping us to find our moment and capture who He would like for us to be. To carry out the job that He has so carefully given to each of us. And when He feels like we've done it; when He feels like we've finished our jobs, then it will be OUR turn to walk through those Heavenly Gates. It will be OUR turn to walk where everyone longs to be. A place of perfection. Of Smiles. Of endless happiness. So I'll keep walking here. I'll keep learning. Most importantly, I'll quit asking why this? And figure out it's for me. Placed so gently in my life, to show me something about myself. To help me grow. Even if most of the time it just means to show more love, compassion, or even harder - patience. Whether with myself or someone else. That's in my day. What's in yours?
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Heavy Hearts...and a Smile
It's a sad day in the Webb household. Brannan lost his MeMe today. I had met her a few times before our wedding and every time we'd go see her in the assisted living apartment, she'd tell all of her friends that I was "Brannan's Fiance'"...even when we weren't engaged just yet. I'll never forget the first time I met her. She found out that I teach dance for a living, and she talked for an hour about her love for dance. How "the adagio" was her favorite type of dance, and how she loved it's slow and controlled movement. This was a lady suffering from Dementia, and having a hard time remembering every day basics. But the thought of Dance put a spark in her, and our conversation was beautiful. Something I'll never forget...
Even though I didn't have the privilege of knowing MeMe for a long time, I seem to have learned a lot about her. She's a strong woman, who raised 7 beautiful and compassionate children (4 boys, 3 girls). All of which had several children of their own. And when you look around at Christmas, you can tell who's a "true Plaisance" and who, like me, is married into the family. Just take a look at each person's grin. It's the same in all of their smiles. Beautiful. I learned from Brannan's mom that MeMe told her children to "always smile." About 2 weeks ago, Brannan and I took baby B to MeMe's place to see her. She was dressed to the nines and had the most beautiful smile on her face. As I sat there and watched Brannan hold Baby B in front of MeMe, I learned a lot. MeMe wanted her children and grand children - and Great Grands too, to put their best foot forward. To be their best. And at the top of their best, stands a Smile. It's the easiest way to brighten our own day, as well as someone else's. To make the best of any situation. Carpe Diem.
When Brannan and I were to be married in the Catholic Church, we chose Father Gerry Martin to be our priest for the ceremony. We did this, because once I moved back home from LA, we had started attending St. Patrick's church. Brannan thought to go there, since he knew Fr Martin from childhood at St Thomas More. Fr Martin was now at St. Patricks. I loved his homily right away. We chose him as our priest as well and of course we had to attend a good many meetings in the office of Fr Martin. Just me, Brannan and Father. He knew all of Brannan's Plaisance relatives by name. He could pick them out in a picture. And on the final meeting, we talked about parenting and our plans for children. At the close of our meeting, Fr Martin looked at me and said "Now Carrie, I sure hope you like the Plaisance genes, because they are thick, and that Plaisance Grin will continue to live on." Father, I hope you're right. I can already see the "Plaisance Grin" every time my son gives me that beautiful smile. Baby Brannan's brand new Guardian Angel wouldn't have it any other way ;)
Rest In Peace. Ella Plaisance "MeMe"
Even though I didn't have the privilege of knowing MeMe for a long time, I seem to have learned a lot about her. She's a strong woman, who raised 7 beautiful and compassionate children (4 boys, 3 girls). All of which had several children of their own. And when you look around at Christmas, you can tell who's a "true Plaisance" and who, like me, is married into the family. Just take a look at each person's grin. It's the same in all of their smiles. Beautiful. I learned from Brannan's mom that MeMe told her children to "always smile." About 2 weeks ago, Brannan and I took baby B to MeMe's place to see her. She was dressed to the nines and had the most beautiful smile on her face. As I sat there and watched Brannan hold Baby B in front of MeMe, I learned a lot. MeMe wanted her children and grand children - and Great Grands too, to put their best foot forward. To be their best. And at the top of their best, stands a Smile. It's the easiest way to brighten our own day, as well as someone else's. To make the best of any situation. Carpe Diem.
When Brannan and I were to be married in the Catholic Church, we chose Father Gerry Martin to be our priest for the ceremony. We did this, because once I moved back home from LA, we had started attending St. Patrick's church. Brannan thought to go there, since he knew Fr Martin from childhood at St Thomas More. Fr Martin was now at St. Patricks. I loved his homily right away. We chose him as our priest as well and of course we had to attend a good many meetings in the office of Fr Martin. Just me, Brannan and Father. He knew all of Brannan's Plaisance relatives by name. He could pick them out in a picture. And on the final meeting, we talked about parenting and our plans for children. At the close of our meeting, Fr Martin looked at me and said "Now Carrie, I sure hope you like the Plaisance genes, because they are thick, and that Plaisance Grin will continue to live on." Father, I hope you're right. I can already see the "Plaisance Grin" every time my son gives me that beautiful smile. Baby Brannan's brand new Guardian Angel wouldn't have it any other way ;)
Rest In Peace. Ella Plaisance "MeMe"
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| Meme holding B3 on Sept 23rd |
Monday, October 10, 2011
Man's Best Manicurist....
There are a few things I take from today...
1. I'm definitely not that mom who cries harder for the child when the child gets hurt, gets shots, gets dumped, etc...
2. No matter how hard you slave over your husband's favorite dinner, the whole eating process may be upstaged by a miraculous moment performed by the 4 month old.
3. Dogs are man's best friend, t.v. buddy, traveler, park goer, and - manicurist.
4. A wubby makes everything better.
I'll start with 2. Daddy B loves Salisbury steak...ever since he tried making it for me one day and royally failed, I've always tried to surprise him with it from time to time. Today was one of those days. Since I'm trying to get back into the routine of cooking dinner (by 10:30 a.m., since I work 2:30 p.m. until 9:30 or 10 most nights) I promised myself today to do it...Salisbury Steaks and home made mashed potatoes... SO - taught Zumba, went to the grocery, stocked up on the items we'd need; came home, put the baby down, and got to cooking. I was proud of the hoops I jumped through to plan it perfectly with a baby feeding in between the patty making, sauce stirring, etc. And by 1:30, it was complete. I was so proud.
We've been trying to make sure Li'l B gets the tummy time he needs, because he's insisting on not rolling over until he's 30. You see, his body is in the 10th percentile, while his head size is in the 90th. He looks like a lollipop...with hair and dimples. When he gets on his belly, the arms and legs go out, and his head weighs him down, to where he's surfing - on his chest. As I'm walking in the door tonight, Big B yells to me that Li'l B has done it. He rolled over. By himself. Twice. We're so excited at the milestone, and dinner is forgotten. Oh well, it'll heat up well tomorrow. Pat on the back for doing it.
#1 and #3/#4 go together...
Baby B's finger nails are mean pinchers when he gets fussy, or attacks the bottle as if we've never fed him in his short life. I swear they're like little needles going at the backs of my arms sometimes. So it's my job to cut the fingernails. To this day, I've been so good. Careful as can be. Asked several people the best advice on doing it. Even bought the expensive motorized baby nail file that vibrates at the push of a button. Someone got major rich off of that. But after a few tries, what works best for me is just grabbing a small pair of clippers and holding his hand still. Good hand eye coordination on my part, and the deal is done usually in 3 minutes. I always knew I could accidentally nick his little skin...and today, I did :( Now pause.
Jumping to a funny story; Brannan and I dated for 4 years before the wedding in June 2010. The first year of our relationship was long distance, while I lived in Los Angeles, and he lived here in Baton Rouge. We talked a LOT. I can't remember if it was a time when I was visiting home or I had already moved back here, but Brannan had talked me into clipping his toe nails because he said he couldn't do it well (slick eh.) I took one look at his big toe nail and saw the jagged corners - rough edges. Seriously looked like he had grabbed a dull pair of scissors to do the job up until now. I cleaned em up good. Didn't think anymore of it...but assured him I probably wouldn't be the normal nail clipper. Fast forward to several months later when we were watching a movie, laying down. Meet Boss, our 92 Ib Doberman Pinscher, who is the scariest looking, weenie of a dog I know. If he's not by Brannan's side, he cries. Yep, cries like a puppy. Boss was standing at Brannan's side the entire movie. Then I hear crunching. Not sure what it is at first, but then look down at Boss. His face is near Brannan's feet. It didn't take me but 2.4 seconds to put two and two together and realize what was taking place. It didn't take Brannan long to figure out my realization either. He smiled. I was grossed out. For Lord knows how many years, my boyfriend (at the time) had a manicurist by the name of Boss, the Doberman. Explains the jagged edges. Boss loved his job.
Un-Pause from above. Baby Brannan's thumb was nicked. Took him a few seconds of not breathing before he waled for 15 minutes. The damn thing wouldn't stop bleeding. I felt bad, but it happens. I walked around the house with him, wet rag around the finger with pressure to get the bleeding to stop, and praying he'd stop crying. Not one moment did I feel really bad. Shoot me. I figured "Hey I made a mistake, and he needed his finger nails clipped". Again, I felt bad, but it happens. Poor pumpkin. It wasn't long before I grabbed one of the 15 "wubbies" and rocked him to sleep, all with is brand new neosporin covered band-aid on his tiny thumb. Brannan's first Bo bo. And according to Daddy "it was all Mama's fault".
So my 2 hour kitchen kick ass was totally upstaged by the tot's rolling over. Which I cannot be upset about one bit. I didn't cry with li'l B over my mistake of clipping his little thumb...made me wonder what I'd do in the future when the mean li'l girl breaks his heart (still not ruling out retaliation-mode-mama). The wubby makes everything better. And what is Daddy's take on it all?...
...."Babe, next time, let Boss do it; he's gentle"
1. I'm definitely not that mom who cries harder for the child when the child gets hurt, gets shots, gets dumped, etc...
2. No matter how hard you slave over your husband's favorite dinner, the whole eating process may be upstaged by a miraculous moment performed by the 4 month old.
3. Dogs are man's best friend, t.v. buddy, traveler, park goer, and - manicurist.
4. A wubby makes everything better.
I'll start with 2. Daddy B loves Salisbury steak...ever since he tried making it for me one day and royally failed, I've always tried to surprise him with it from time to time. Today was one of those days. Since I'm trying to get back into the routine of cooking dinner (by 10:30 a.m., since I work 2:30 p.m. until 9:30 or 10 most nights) I promised myself today to do it...Salisbury Steaks and home made mashed potatoes... SO - taught Zumba, went to the grocery, stocked up on the items we'd need; came home, put the baby down, and got to cooking. I was proud of the hoops I jumped through to plan it perfectly with a baby feeding in between the patty making, sauce stirring, etc. And by 1:30, it was complete. I was so proud.
We've been trying to make sure Li'l B gets the tummy time he needs, because he's insisting on not rolling over until he's 30. You see, his body is in the 10th percentile, while his head size is in the 90th. He looks like a lollipop...with hair and dimples. When he gets on his belly, the arms and legs go out, and his head weighs him down, to where he's surfing - on his chest. As I'm walking in the door tonight, Big B yells to me that Li'l B has done it. He rolled over. By himself. Twice. We're so excited at the milestone, and dinner is forgotten. Oh well, it'll heat up well tomorrow. Pat on the back for doing it.
#1 and #3/#4 go together...
Baby B's finger nails are mean pinchers when he gets fussy, or attacks the bottle as if we've never fed him in his short life. I swear they're like little needles going at the backs of my arms sometimes. So it's my job to cut the fingernails. To this day, I've been so good. Careful as can be. Asked several people the best advice on doing it. Even bought the expensive motorized baby nail file that vibrates at the push of a button. Someone got major rich off of that. But after a few tries, what works best for me is just grabbing a small pair of clippers and holding his hand still. Good hand eye coordination on my part, and the deal is done usually in 3 minutes. I always knew I could accidentally nick his little skin...and today, I did :( Now pause.
Jumping to a funny story; Brannan and I dated for 4 years before the wedding in June 2010. The first year of our relationship was long distance, while I lived in Los Angeles, and he lived here in Baton Rouge. We talked a LOT. I can't remember if it was a time when I was visiting home or I had already moved back here, but Brannan had talked me into clipping his toe nails because he said he couldn't do it well (slick eh.) I took one look at his big toe nail and saw the jagged corners - rough edges. Seriously looked like he had grabbed a dull pair of scissors to do the job up until now. I cleaned em up good. Didn't think anymore of it...but assured him I probably wouldn't be the normal nail clipper. Fast forward to several months later when we were watching a movie, laying down. Meet Boss, our 92 Ib Doberman Pinscher, who is the scariest looking, weenie of a dog I know. If he's not by Brannan's side, he cries. Yep, cries like a puppy. Boss was standing at Brannan's side the entire movie. Then I hear crunching. Not sure what it is at first, but then look down at Boss. His face is near Brannan's feet. It didn't take me but 2.4 seconds to put two and two together and realize what was taking place. It didn't take Brannan long to figure out my realization either. He smiled. I was grossed out. For Lord knows how many years, my boyfriend (at the time) had a manicurist by the name of Boss, the Doberman. Explains the jagged edges. Boss loved his job.
Un-Pause from above. Baby Brannan's thumb was nicked. Took him a few seconds of not breathing before he waled for 15 minutes. The damn thing wouldn't stop bleeding. I felt bad, but it happens. I walked around the house with him, wet rag around the finger with pressure to get the bleeding to stop, and praying he'd stop crying. Not one moment did I feel really bad. Shoot me. I figured "Hey I made a mistake, and he needed his finger nails clipped". Again, I felt bad, but it happens. Poor pumpkin. It wasn't long before I grabbed one of the 15 "wubbies" and rocked him to sleep, all with is brand new neosporin covered band-aid on his tiny thumb. Brannan's first Bo bo. And according to Daddy "it was all Mama's fault".
So my 2 hour kitchen kick ass was totally upstaged by the tot's rolling over. Which I cannot be upset about one bit. I didn't cry with li'l B over my mistake of clipping his little thumb...made me wonder what I'd do in the future when the mean li'l girl breaks his heart (still not ruling out retaliation-mode-mama). The wubby makes everything better. And what is Daddy's take on it all?...
...."Babe, next time, let Boss do it; he's gentle"
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| B with his "wubby", notice the thumb. |
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Welcome to WEBBisodes
I've always wanted to create a blog...loved to write, since I can't remember, so I'm glad I have finally decided to sit down and start this. Never been a good "scrap - booker", so hoping this fulfills the necessity for future walks down Memory Lane.
I'm Carrie. Married to the man of my dreams, Brannan Jr. Four and a half months ago, I gave birth to our first child, Brannan III. It's funny to think that 5 years ago, I was living the life in Los Angeles, trying to make it big in the dance industry. And now, owner of a dance school with 100+ dancers, married, and most importantly - a mom. I love God with all my heart. Without faith, I wouldn't be standing. It's that simple.
I feel like my life is interesting; and while I'm promising myself that I will NOT fill this blog with the many joys, aggravations, minute psycho-moments of my profession, I hope that I can create the wonderful story-line that makes up my days. In these short 28 years of my life, I feel like I've learned a lot - not forgetting for one moment that I've got so much more learning ahead. Hell, I feel like the world has turned upside down, been swallowed, spit back up, and washed off the burp rag - JUST in these past 4 1/2 months. I love this new amazing role of "mom", and I do realize that life has just begun. So, join me as I gear up, buckle up, saddle up (in LP) or just spit up (like Li'l B). I'm a Webb, and these are the Webb-isodes :)
I'm Carrie. Married to the man of my dreams, Brannan Jr. Four and a half months ago, I gave birth to our first child, Brannan III. It's funny to think that 5 years ago, I was living the life in Los Angeles, trying to make it big in the dance industry. And now, owner of a dance school with 100+ dancers, married, and most importantly - a mom. I love God with all my heart. Without faith, I wouldn't be standing. It's that simple.
I feel like my life is interesting; and while I'm promising myself that I will NOT fill this blog with the many joys, aggravations, minute psycho-moments of my profession, I hope that I can create the wonderful story-line that makes up my days. In these short 28 years of my life, I feel like I've learned a lot - not forgetting for one moment that I've got so much more learning ahead. Hell, I feel like the world has turned upside down, been swallowed, spit back up, and washed off the burp rag - JUST in these past 4 1/2 months. I love this new amazing role of "mom", and I do realize that life has just begun. So, join me as I gear up, buckle up, saddle up (in LP) or just spit up (like Li'l B). I'm a Webb, and these are the Webb-isodes :)
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