Friday, March 31, 2017

My Little Pony Cookies

I mentioned once upon a time that I've started decorating sugar cookies. It's been quite the learning curve, but it's always good to learn something new. I kept getting asked, what do you charge, what do you charge. Sadly, I live in the midwest where you don't have this type of cookie done at a bakery so I could even decide if I was in the right ballpark. I'm still not sure I am. I think with experience I can get a little more, I'm not really sure. Someone needs to help me here, please!

Anyway a couple weeks ago I was hit up by a girl I went to high school with on Facebook. She asked if I'd be able to do cookies for her daughter's birthday. She wanted My Little Pony.

Ooooo... I've never done My Little Pony. I didn't have a cookie cutter in that shape. I wasn't real sure how to answer. I was worried, really worried! I kept asking questions and kind of putting off an answer for as long as I could, then I really had to give her an answer. My friend YouTube came in to play and I found a video telling me how to do it. Later I found an easier one but I already decided I could do the video I found so I shot her a price and said yes. I did a test run and was okay with it. Now it's missing a leg, details, and I didn't wait between different icing applications, but I knew I could do it....

Sunday I began the process. Time to make the sugar cookie dough, let it chill in the fridge, cut it out, and place it in the freezer. That's just my process.

Tuesday I put my base coat of icing down. It needed to dry overnight. I had help watching my baby girl on Wednesday so Wednesday was the day to actually decorate.

When I came up with my pony to do, I chose Rainbow Dash (no I don't know My Little Ponies, I had to look this all up....). Later I found Pinkie Pie that would have been easier but I already committed to doing Rainbow Dash. I told her I would do 12-15. She wound up with 17.

She wanted a total of 4 1/2 dozen. She also wanted the Number 4 and a cloud with a rainbow. I decided to put them all on squares because you know kids, if they thought one cookie was bigger than the other because of different shapes, they'd be upset. This helps avoid that.😀

She's supposed to pick them up today. I'm really ready for them to not be in my possession anymore. I always worry something will happen. Speaking of that, maybe I should go check on them and see if I need to cry......

Monday, March 27, 2017

Clothes Nazi

I have become the clothes nazi at our house... kind of like the soup nazi... (think Seinfeld...)

I don't ask much of Tbug because she isn't here. I'd like her to spend her time with us versus cleaning her room, etc. The one thing I ask is for her to put her dirty clothes in the laundry so that I can wash them. That way I'm not going around trying to figure out where all she put her dirty clothes... I've found them under toys, behind the bed, under the bed, in the bathroom, yada yada yada.

So the one thing I ask of her is to put her clothes in the laundry. 1 thing. That's pretty much it. Recently (like a couple months ago) I just happened to stumble in to her room and realized there was a wet towel on the floor along with night clothes and whatever she wore that day. I was pretty upset and took them all away. Eventually I gave them back but made hubby tell her how upset I was because me telling her doesn't seem to do much...

We wound up with her here 3 weekends in a row. Last weekend she got some new clothes. Wore them on Monday. I reminded her to put her clothes in the laundry as she was changing back into her mom's clothes only to find all the clothes she had worn on her bedroom floor. This was after I reminded her to put them in the laundry. I took them all away.

When we picked her up on Friday I told her she lost one of her new shirts and I'm not really sure when she'll get it back. I was pretty upset. Saturday she got another new shirt. When she was getting ready to leave on Sunday I told her to put her laundry in the dirty clothes as well as had Abug remind her. I went in to her room after she left and found the above picture. <sigh>

So I have a bunch of brand new once worn clothes sitting in my room. I don't know how to get it through her head to put her clothes in the laundry. I'm beating my head against the wall. She's only here every other week, she doesn't solely rely on just those few clothes. Hubby told me to take away all her clothes except 1 outfit that was hideous and didn't match.

He told her she'd get them back in a month and she'd have to do the laundry. Nothing seems to be working. I sent her the above picture and her response was there are no words. There are no words? No clothes for you.... ack!

Wow 2 posts in a row talking about poor Tbug. I love the kid, don't get me wrong! I really do. This is just one of those things I have to record because it really isn't worth getting upset about but it's frustrating all in the same. Now I just have to figure out how to get it through her head to put her dirty clothes in the laundry. I even gave her her own laundry basket and that didn't work either. HELP!

Sunday, March 26, 2017

2 Years, 9 Months

  • It seems like overnight you went from saying complete sentences to complete paragraphs.
  • Still absolutely LOVE to ride horses and do chores.
  • You've recently learned about Ritz crackers and they are your favorite, wheat ones at that.
  • You've been learning how to "sew" and working on a quilt with your great grandma and mommy.
  • You love to shop.
  • You're infatuated with your "lipstick" (lip gloss).
  • You love to take your purse everywhere.
  • You now like Full House reruns and Boy Meets World reruns (only at bedtime).
  • You told me you never wanted to be potty trained, you just want to wear your diaper forever. (grrrr)
  • I asked why you didn't want to be potty trained and you told me you were scared of the potty. (I don't know why though).
  • You love to clean.
  • Size 2T anything are way to short but fit around.
  • You had your first ear infection. At that drs appointment you weighed in at 33lbs and are 39" tall. That put you in the 83rd% in weight and 95% in height.
  • You hate bandaids. You're still crying and screaming about the bandaid they tried to put on you at the hospital after taking your IV out.
  • You pronounce Bandaids as Boondaids.
  • You are so much fun and such a great kid, I want to be you when I grow up.
  • You got grounded from Windex.. you tried to overuse it when we cleaned the house.
  • You then moved on to water and soaked the floor. Oh well 😂.
  • Your hair is still blonde! I hope it stays that way. Only time will tell.
  • You like your hair up in Messy buns and pony tails, but not always. There are days we put them up and take them down multiple times.
  • Your favorite drinks include Fruit Punch Gatorade, Papa Juice (Grapefruit Juice), Tea tea (Sweet Tea), and Mocha flavored Iced Coffee.
  • You love to have your nails painted.
  • You prefer dresses over pants and pants over jeans. And jeans are not pants in your opinion.
  • If you don't take a nap you're either wound for total sound before bed or go to sleep easily. If you nap during the day, even 15 minutes you won't go to sleep easily.
  • You're obsessed with closing doors and locking them if applicable.
  • You sleep with Monkey, Minnie, and sometimes purple Minnie... I guess some days purple Minnie upsets you because you REFUSE to sleep with her. I don't always understand. Then sometimes you want one pillow and other days you want the other pillow. again, I can't explain.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Quilt Block 6, 7, & 8

Last week I picked out the material for block 6 but we ran out of time trying to accomplish it. When I got to grandma's today, she already had the pieces cut up ready to go. Good thing too, except I messed it up and it took longer to get it fixed. It was because grandma had changed the foot feeder (technical name I do not know) and I misguided what I was sewing and made my seam to big. It was supposed to be like a 1/4" seam and it was like a half inch. That will really mess things up and I had to rip it all apart. I'm getting pretty good with the seam ripper although I'm not sure that's something I want to brag about!

I think block 7 is one of my favorites, I really like the coloring. And quilt block 8 is actually bigger than the others. So far we've been making 12" blocks but it was an 18" block. This quilt top will come out asymmetrical which I will have issues with as I like symmetrical things... but... she has it where you can make it symmetrical, however I'm going to go with it. I'm going to embrace it.

Abug actually picked out the blocks for quilt block 6. This kid has been picking out colors and helping cut and helping sew. These are memories she may not remember because she's only 2, but she'll hopefully always have this quilt block and the pictures to last as a lifetime of memories.

Friday, March 3, 2017

Totally Spent

This has been quite the last couple weeks of emotional roller coasters. It started 2 weeks ago this Sunday. Hubby, Abug, and I were at breakfast with my parents when hubby's sister called. She called him first and then me, that's an obvious sign something is wrong. So I immediately called her back. We found out that his grandma was headed to the hospital.

Grandma woke up that morning not feeling well but insisted on going to Church. When they got her to church hubby's cousin is an EMT so she grabbed her stethoscope and listened to grandma's heart/breathing. Decided she needed to go to the hospital so hubby's Aunt Robyn loaded grandma up in her car and took off for the hospital.

The hospital is maybe 10 miles from the church if that. They went out the main drag to the highway and from the highway entrance it's like 5 miles. The hospital is out on the highway. I guess when Aunt Robyn turned on to the highway Grandma had been saying that she was having trouble breathing. AR told her to breathe from her nose (she's on an oxygen tank) and that's when her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she quit breathing. AR found out her car will run 110 mph on the highway. She turned on her 4-way flashers and put the pedal to the metal.

By the time we got to the hospital a lot of the family was there in the waiting room, but no one knew anything. They were still trying to get Grandma stable. We sat in the waiting room until about 3pm that day. They finally got her stable, but had her sedated so she didn't try to pull the trach tube out. We were then able to go back and visit with her.

Now our small town hospital is very lightly staffed so they usually use it as a transfer hospital these days. That being said, they couldn't get an ICU room over at the bigger hospital for grandma so they kept her there until around 7pm or so that day when finally an ICU room opened and they transferred her.

She was in the CICU for a couple days and then they moved her out of the CICU to a regular room. I guess over night that night she went into cardiac arrest, but they really didn't do anything and she was back so they moved her into the regular ICU. She spent a few days in the regular ICU. If you know anything about the regular ICU, children under the age of 12 aren't admitted in, but the nurses were so awesome and let Abug and EA back to see grandma. They just "turned their head" because I guess they thought it was the end.

So grandma spent a few more days in the ICU and then was stable enough to be placed into a regular room. She was finally released from the hospital on Tuesday, when I thought my world was falling apart.

To add to the stress of it all, we knew hubby had to go out of town for work on Sunday. If something would have happened to grandma I was stressing out about how we were going to get him home, and then it turns out I had to get him home anyway. Although technically I didn't have to get him home, 1) Abug was in good hands and 2) Hubby got himself home, I was busy with Abug in the ER.

So to say I'm spent this week is an understatement. This morning Abug woke up with another fever. I've given her medicine and I'm scared to let her out of my sight. I actually let myself go to sleep last night after 1am and slept until 9:30am this morning, but the last 3 days I've been running on max 8 hours of sleep when normally I've had 16-18ish hours of sleep.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Words elude me for a title

My blog has served as many different outlets throughout it's 7 and 1/2 year existence. It has been a place to vent, a place to share, a place to remember. And some things I share I want to remember where other things I don't really know if I do, but I do at the same time if that makes sense.

Yesterday was one of those latter moments.

Let's start Monday night. The dishwasher isn't working, so I went to handwashing all the dishes that were in the sink plus the dishwasher. My baby came in and said she was tired and didn't feel good. It was 7:30ish so that's kind of normal, the I'm tired speech. I told her to give me a few more minutes and we'd go take a shower and go to bed. She went in and laid down on the floor in front of the couch, not normal for her so we got her up on the couch, at least a little softer. A little after 8pm I got finished with dishes and I took her upstairs for a shower.

When I pulled her out of the shower, she felt warm, so I found the thermometer and took her temperature under her arm, which they say you add a degree to. So 98.7 degrees with the added degree. No big deal. Hubby was out of town for work, so we were FaceTiming him so that they could see each other. Just as we went to get off the phone, she threw up all over the bed, herself, her pillow, pretty much everything but me.

So I put her back in the shower to clean her up, pulled the bedding off my bed, and decided to take her temperature again, this time under her tongue. 101.1. Okay, so for sure she's running a temperature now! So I gave her some Children's Motrin which is what they say to use along with Tylenol, back and forth. I woke myself up at midnight and gave her the Tylenol. I checked on her multiple times throughout the night, in fact I didn't sleep well.

The next morning I woke up, she was hot but when I'd take her temperature, normal. I was getting frustrated because that didn't make any sense. She kept saying she didn't feel good, so I went ahead and gave her more Children's Motrin just to be on the safe side.

Around 2pm Tuesday I went to put her down for a nap. I gave her her new ba (her cup with milk in it) and I went into the bathroom. I can see my bed from the bathroom and she was in there chattering away at me. Then all the sudden I realized it was quite. I laughed and said, I don't think she fell asleep that fast... Then looked in on her and realized she was shaking. Not violently shaking, but not shivering either and I remember saying, surely she's not having a seizure..

I ran over to her to check on her and her eyes were rolled to the back of her head. Her lips were purple. She was drooling and she had totally wet the bed and her pants and everything else. I started to freak out, but realized I couldn't. I learned in college education classes of all places that if someone is having a seizure, roll them on their side and keep their airway open. It's best to have them on a hard surface or anyway those are the things I thought I remembered. I quickly called my aunt because she's a dr just to verify what I did was correct and make sure I didn't need to do anything else. She said I needed to get her to the ER immediately. She was so stiff though I knew I couldn't get her in her carseat so AC recommended calling 911 and getting an ambulance

By the time the ambulance got here, I moved her down and we were sitting in front of the door waiting as patiently as I could.... (I was being patient but minutes seemed like hours, I kept saying make them hurry. They were here in 10 minutes which is probably about right really) When they got here she was sleeping. She woke up just as EMT walked in and she panicked and wanted mommy. We calmed her down and they checked her out and decided to take her to the ER. So we hopped in the ambulance and away we went.

7 hours later they determined that she had a Febrile Seizure which is caused by a quick spike in fever. It is apparently common (1 in 4) in children toddler age to age about 5. It doesn't lead to seizures as an adult or epilepsy or anything like that, it just supposedly has something to do with genetic makeup of children versus adults.

I'll tell you that was the scariest thing I have ever seen. I had to keep it together. The lady on the 911 call kept saying I couldn't cry. The doctor in the ER told me to cry and let it all out. To add to my stress, hubby was in Texas for work. Luckily his company has a company plane that had a flight coming home from there yesterday afternoon so he was able to hop the flight and get home. The pilots knew he was coming home to this so I guess they hauled butt to get him home as quickly as possible and my dad went to pick him up at the company airport.

This was narrowed down to all starting with Influenza B... the flu. ugh! When I got home around 10:30 last night I lost it. I broke down and sat on the floor and ugly cried. I have had so many feelings go through me in the last couple days. Apparently every time I turned around I was apologizing for something. So anyway, that was my Monday and Tuesday... how was yours?


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