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A Special Christmas

I’m over on the Ruckus Media blog today talking about how we don’t have a ‘traditional’ Christmas with our special needs daughter.

I’d love to hear about what you’ve changed up about your holiday routine to make your life a little less stressful this time of the year!

You can also head over to Ziggity Zoom for some free holiday printables for your kids!  (Free + Christmas+Keeping your kids busy = Awesome).

 


*Disclaimer: I haven’t been paid or otherwise compensated to talk about Ruckus Media or Ziggity Zoom.  I just think they’re great companies.  So there. 

I’m Leaving On a Jet Plane

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Image by Djof via Flickr

I’m starting to get that jittery, antsy feeling.  You know the one when you’ve had too much coffee.

That’s how I get when a trip is looming.

I want it to hurry up and get here.  I’m restless to get going.

Unlike 50% of the people going to the BlogHer conference, I’m not going to need Xanax to get me through the trip.

Years of having to travel for work have made it such a way of life that I miss it now that I’m not doing it anymore.

I need to roam and explore.

When I’m stuck in the same city for too long I feel that familar longing of wanting to GO somewhere.  Anywhere.  Just for the change of scenery.  Just to get in the car and drive.

So, I’m looking forward to my NYC trip.  Looking forward to meeting up with my roomies , people watching at parties, and even living out of a suitcase in a hotel.

I’ll be flying into Philly on Aug 3 to pester Ally and her family for an evening.  Then her husband was blackmailed coerced badgered generously offered to drive us up to New York on the 4th, to save us the train ride.  It has nothing to do with the fact that it’ll allow us to bring more liquor up with us that way.  Nothing at all.

The best thing about the 4th?  It’s also My BIRTHDAY!  Oh yeah!  Party in New York!!

We’ll be hitting the karoke scene Wednesday night (don’t worry, I can’t sing either) with QueenMommy and her crew.  We’d love to have you join us!

If you’re reading this, then we also need to hook up for hugs / drinks / fondling / etc.  So DM me your cell number so we can track each other down.  I have a few numbers already, but there are a ton of you I want to hook up with and I’ll need a way to stalk you track you down.

See you in less than two weeks!  (SQUEEEEE!!)

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1095 Days

Dear Vista,

I can’t believe it’s been three years already.

You’ve been through more in your three little years than some people go through in a lifetime.  And yet everyone always comments about how you still manage to smile through it all.

It’s such a special talent you have, that smile.  We can be anywhere, and you’ll find the grumpiest person and flash that special smile at them, and they can’t help but smile back at you.  You make the world a happier place.

I can’t even begin to tell you how proud I am of you.  It makes me glow inside to hear your doctors call you their ‘little anomaly’ as you do everything they say you shouldn’t be able to do.  Like walk.  And talk.  And never mind the fact that you already know your alphabet, numbers, and colors, and are trying to get us to teach you how to spell.  You soak up all the knowledge we give you and more.

I know this hasn’t been an easy road for you, but you’ve walked it with such grace for one so little.

I also know the road ahead is going to be filled with even greater challenges.  But remember, your daddy and I will always be there to walk it with you,  and to carry you when you get too tired.

You looked at me yesterday morning and asked “Can I be your baby?”  And I told you that you would always be my baby. My very special little baby, no matter how old you get.

I love you so much.

Happy 3rd Birthday, my little princess.

I Need A Holiday From the Holidays

I have a few more posts coming in my relationship series, but I need to put them aside for a bit while I figure out how to proceed.  Like I said earlier, the posts aren’t writing themselves, like I’m used to, and with V being sick I simply can’t focus like I need to on such a touchy topic.  So you guys will just have to suck it up and wait.  Bloggers prerogative and all that.  Sorry.

So, Christmas.

Yeah… that was interesting.

We did end up successfully doing our 12 days of Christmas with Vista.  It worked well and allowed her time to process each toy.

We still had a few presents on Christmas morning and then her stocking.  That took 3 hours to open everything, but we let her go at her own speed.  Even that, though, was too overwhelming and she was pretty much in constant meltdown from noon on Christmas day on.  By the time she went to bed that night Bil and I were completely done in.  In a serious way.  I think next year we might just skip Christmas day, altogether.

The 26th we briefly considered hitting the Boxing Day sales, then came to our senses.

Bil’s assesment of the day ahead:

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He was kidding…. I think…

After spending the morning dealing with cranky mccranky pants (aka our daughter) we figured the sooner we headed over to my parents the sooner we could make them look after her and we could sit and have a break.  Cause we’re awesome parental units like that.  So, we packed up the big pickup truck *cough* rednecks *cough* and hit the highway.

Vista had a bit of a cold and cough and we had another croup flare up in the days before Christmas.  We decided we would take her into our family doc in the new year as this is her 3rd go round with ‘croup’ in a month in a half.  Vista, however, had a different plan.

As we left our house to make the hour drive to my parents house when Vista started coughing…and coughing… and coughing… and oh fuck… she can’t catch her breath.  Do we pull over and call an ambulance or gun it to the nearest medical facility?  We veered off the highway and took the back roads the Urgent Care facility in the next town.

As we rushed from the truck into the medical center, Vista’s cough had slowed enough that she was at least not blue tinged anymore.  I had flashbacks to my own experiences with croup as a child.  These coughing attacks were eventually diagnosed as my signature asthma attack.  Yay genes.

And we walked into see a huge line of people.  Crap.  The debate.  Head back to the hospital ER in our town, stay here, or take her into the Children’s hospital in the city.  We decided to take our chances and wait it out here. I called my mom and told her we’d probably be a bit late for dinner.

However, when you walk in with a coughing child with dropping pulse-ox stats a funny thing happens.  You get bumped to the front of the line and get to see a doctor right away.  Two inhalers and instructions to follow up with our family doctor later and we were on our way again.  So much for making it through the holidays without a visit to emergency.  Vista is nothing if not consistent.

When we finally got to my parents house, my dad took Vista and my mom went and made me a stiff drink.  Because there are some days when it’s required and my mom, for all her quirks, gets that.

My youngest brother and his wife finally arrived with my nephew (how we can come from an hour away AND stop at emerg and still get to my parents house ahead of them when they live in the same neighborhood as my parents, I’ll never understand).  I had the sad realization that my nephew who’s now a year and half old isn’t a baby anymore.  *sniff*  He’s completely lost that cute, chubby, baby look and marched straight into toddlerhood.  I told my SIL that she needed to get with the program and have another baby for me to cuddle.   Because, really,  we all know it’s always all about me.

After required snuggles, we let the kids open their presents from Grandma and Grandpa (or Manna and Putta as Vista prefers to call them.  We’ve tried to correct that.  And she can say it properly.  But she’s adamant about those names.  *shrug*).  Can we say spoiled?  I think my parents went and won the lottery and forgot to tell us.  They even got Vista a gift certificate to the high end shoe store where we have to get her footwear, so her next pair of shoes are completely paid for.  Yeah, I may have teared up a bit over a gift certificate to a shoe store.  Just proves that I’m sensitive.

Heading back home in a semi-turkey induced-coma, we had to pull off on the highway again after V had another coughing / asthma attack.  Nothing wakes you up and gets your adrenaline pumping like your kid having trouble breathing.  Thank goodness for rescue inhalers.  But since then, she’s been good and we haven’t needed to use it at all. So, yay the inhalers are working.  Boo that they’re probably working because she has asthma.

All in all a good Christmas.  But really?  I am SO ready for a holiday now.

I’ll leave you with this daily dose of cuteness… Vista the ballerina (oh, and yes, she insists on wearing a toque in the house at all times.  And usually mittens too.  We got her to take off the mittens to open presents, but the toque?  Not a chance.  I promise you, we keep the heat on in the house.  Really.)

 I Need A Holiday From the Holidays

Merry Ho Ho

I suck at sending out real cards.  Mainly because it means that I have to get off my ass and go mail them.

So I’m joining The Second Annual Great Bloggy Holiday Card Exchange.   No to be confused with the Second Anal Holiday Card Exchange, which is what I wrote at first, because a) I need sleep and b) I have a dirty mind

I know.  You’re so surprised.

Anyway….

From my little princess to you,
We hope everyone has a…

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Faking It

I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I haven’t had the real thing in a long time.

A very long time.

Years in fact.

*sigh*

I miss being able to touch it and stroke the length of the…

pine needles.

Get your dirty whore minds out of the gutters.

I’m talking about a Christmas tree here people.  Boy, you’re all a bunch of perverts.  Cause I know where you were all going with that.

I’ll have you know this is sort of kind of not really a family site

ANYWAY, as I was saying…

It’s been 15 over 10 many years since I had a real tree in the house.

Part of me really misses it.  I love walking into room and breathing in that fresh pine smell.

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And setting up the fake tree, having to fluff each branch, well you just don’t have to do that with a real tree.

I really tossed around the idea of getting a real tree this year.  You know,bundling up against the snow, hiking out into the forest, spending the afternoon finding just the perfect one, the roar of the chainsaw as you chop that sucker down and toss it in the back of the truck… sigh…. those were the good days.

But then I thought about Bil with a chainsaw in his hands and decided we were all safer faking it.

After all… there are no pine needles to clean up, no tree to dispose of at the end of the holidays, no lights to string (ours is pre-lit).  It does save a lot of hassle in the long run.

And our fake tree tends to stand up better against two curious cats, to big dogs who aren’t smart enough to know where their noses start and tails end, and a 2yr old with balance issues.

But I’ll always long for a fresh White Spruce tree in my living room.  Maybe if I’m really good Santa will bring me one.  Or at least a half decent fake.

So what sayeth you?  Do you like it real and hard as wood, or do you fake it til you make it?

 Faking It

Happy Birthday Little Bro

Happy 30th Birthday to my ‘little’ brother.
Hope the next 30 are just as wild.

(and in case you were wondering… yes he’s single, never married,
and great with kids.  Nope, not gay either. Oh and eyes…they’re green.  heh)

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The Luckiest Little Girl

What makes a man a great father?

Is it the first adoring cuddle of his new baby girl? His willingness to sit for hours and hold her while she sleeps in his arms?

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Is it the weeks spent at the hospital, while his job languished, because his new baby was more important? Making sure she was fed and changed and warm and loved.

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Is it his willingness to wear bows and tiara’s, just because it’ll make her smile? Is it the way he lays on the floor and makes up games to entertain her?

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Or maybe it’s just the way he loves her so much.

What ever the reason, Vista’s the luckiest little girl with the best Daddy ever.

Happy Father’s Day Bil.

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