Clinic Groupie

“I cannot go to school today”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.


“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I’m going blind in my right eye.


My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?


My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There’s a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is …
What? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is ………….. Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
-Shel Silverstein
Britton is a frequent flyer of the school clinic. It is a known fact amongst her old school, and already a known fact at her new school. Even on the first day, she arrived with “blood in her stools”- or so she said.

A couple of weeks ago, the nurse reached Mr. R and he talked to Britton who was complaining of a stomach ache.
Yesterday, the nurse called, because Britton said that her “privates hurt” when she urinated. Weighing the options of telling her to suck it up and go back to class, or pick her up in the event she actually is sick {or has an UTI}- I opted to pick her up from the clinic yesterday.
Let’s just say my girl wanted a day home with her Mommy- when she asked me to turn on the radio- I knew I had caved- but frankly, didn’t care. We all need a “personal” day every now and then, so B chose to use hers yesterday. That’s not to say that I didn’t make her lay on her bed for a couple of hours – no electronics whatsoever, only for her to actually fall asleep briefly.
I had the big parent talk of.. you-have-to-go-to-school and we can plan fun dates for just us on the weekends.
When I asked her if she was really sick, or if she just wanted to spend time with me before the baby comes, she confessed that it was “45% because I wanted to spend time with you Mama”.
So, with 55% of her ready to head back to school this morning- I thought we would have put this behind us.
Mr. R even reminded her of the story of child that cried wolf….
Oh no, she woke up complaining that her stomach hurt… when she realized that Tums and yogurt should help, she then thought she might have head lice. Then she asked me to take her temperature… and finally, it was a sore neck– meningitis maybe?
Well, our girl in now in school sitting at her desk in her bedazzled jean shorts, probably looking at a medical dictionary to plot the next approach to busting outta school so we can hang out.
Until then… stay healthy.
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Fear of Falling

Over the past several years, Britton has fallen in love with horse back riding. She loves the animals, the outdoors, the tack, the smell, everything about it. Last December, she fell/was thrown from a pony. At the time, yes- it shook her up but little girl got back on that pony and rode.

She is having a bit of a hard time mentally, advancing in her riding lessons. She wants to continue to trot around the ring, week after week. Don’t get me wrong, as her Mom, a slow trot, without jumps, sounds great to me. But, for a teacher trying to teach a student to overcome fear, her instructor feels she needs to advance, little by little. Afterall, isn’t that the whole point of taking “lessons”- to learn?
When Mr. R and I approached this subject at dinner last night, it set off some tears from our oldest child- telling us that she hadn’t wanted to disclose to us that she is fearful of jumping and cantering- because she doesn’t want to give up riding.
Mr. R explained to hear, I thought, a great analogy in this put-on-the-spot parenting moment. He told her that learning at her lessons, is equivalent to having a teacher that teaches you the alphabet. You learn the alphabet, and so now the teacher wants to teach you how to write the alphabet in cursive, and form words from the alphabet— but you are having so much fun singing the alphabet song, that you don’t want to learn anything else. I saw her looking up at her Daddy, listening to his every word and taking it all in. She understands, but that doesn’t mean she is ready.

She wiped her tears and reiterated how scared she has been, because she wants to keep riding. Mr. R assured her that she could continue to ride horses occassionally, but this may be as far as she wants to take it with lessons, if she doesn’t want to try new things. We also reassured her that should she continue lessons, to remember that her teacher cares about her, and would never put her in an unsafe situation, etc.  What’s a parent to do? An admittedly over-protective parent at that.  I don’t want my chld to be a quitter, especially when she loves something, but at the same time we have to gently nudge her forward.
I don’t know want what will happen with Britton and her love of horses. Facing your fear head on is never easy, and I don’t want to push her- especially if she isn’t comfortable or doesn’t feel safe. If something were to happen while riding, I would never forgive myself. But, on the same token, she doesn’t want to give up something she loves because she is fearful of advancing.
Sometimes the answers don’t come over a Rotini and Garlic-Herb Balsamic Chicken dinner….

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On Sunday, the 3rd grade class was presented with Bibles. Britton has not put her new Bible down, literally, in two days. She used my Bible to look up some of my favorite scriptures, in her bible. And then proceeded to highlight some of her favorite verses as she reads from the Old Testament. I even found it in her backpack yesterday afternoon, where she must have taken it to school to read during the day.

Preacher Britton…..

Mr. R bought our quickly expanding family a new, safer, toy. Bye bye dangerous 4-wheeler and our lovely Club Car… hello seat belt equipped, roll bar installed, family of 5 friendly Polaris. The girls dig it- camo and all.

It’s the suburban of the golf cart and 4-wheeler world. Are we red or what?

We’ve implemented a new reward system in our house… .10 cents for every chore. If Mama has to remind them twice, it doesn’t count.  Kenley, being my competitive child, loves earning points and keeps constant score. I’ve explained it’s not a competition, rather a way to make more money, the harder they work. Just like the real world.

Kenley jumped at the opportunity to get the mail yesterday, literally tearing down the driveway.

Point for me! She’s probaly doing the tally in her head now.

Sunday afternoon… on the kitchen floor with quilts and iPads. Check out the Jiffy feet – Aunt B would be proud.

Kenley dressed herself today with her glitter belt and new suede shoes.

Britton imitating me… this kid doesn’t miss a beat.

We’ve been working hard to get our bug bites healed…. bug spray every morning.

Poochie prefers to watch  Tucker from higher grounds, as she is often times mistaken for a bird.

Kenley called her Daddy this afternoon to ask him if he would take off her training wheels. She said, “I am ready to take them off Daddy. Can you buy me some elbow pads?”
She is in love with her Daddy.


Nursery

The pressure is on- both in my belly and to finish baby boy’s nursery.  With weeks to go, I am glad to say that there is a big check mark by ‘finish nursery’ on my seemingly never ending to-do list.
I think it is a room that he will be able to grow into, and make his outdoor-loving Daddy proud.

The rocker was mine when I was little- found some leftover sample paint I had and took it from white to grey-ish beige.  The leather footstool doubles as a diaper/wipe storage bin. I had the rocking chair pads made from khaki striped fabric I found at JoAnnes.

The same changing table I used for both my girls- updated with a fresh coat of Sherwin Williams paint.

These are antique wildlife prints I found in Atlanta and moved them from our office walls because we needed something here with a little more color.

This painting was done by Sassy long before baby boy was a twinkle in our thoughts. It now hangs above his crib.

Great Aunt Dee Dee gave baby boy this adorable hand-made teddy bear. He sits in an antique chair that was in my childhood home. I used the same jute fabric {from the curtains} to recover the cushion.

Mom had a brilliant idea, I thought. We had the girls create a picture for their baby brother, and matted them in more leftover 100% Jute fabric. Their “gift” to their baby brother hangs above his changing table– watching over him.

The 7 smiley faces on Britton’s artwork (left) and 7 hearts on Kenley’s (right) represent each member in our family- counting the K9s. It’s hard to see in this photograph. They took great pride in their creations.

Where the Wild Things Are book will probably be quite appropiate. Aunt Coco gave him the “R” long ago because she knew her best friend can always sneak some gold into a room.

Baby boy has his Grand Daddy Boone’s antique duck decoy sitting on this shelf that Mom found in Havana.  Though he may not get to meet his grandson, I will make sure that baby boy hears all the great stories about his “Daddy Boone”- who would be over the moon at the thought of a boy in the family.

The christening gown has been worn for the past 3 generations in the Landrum family- it is over 60 years old. It is my tradition to hang it in every baby’s nursery until they are baptized.

Some of my old books as a child- the font screams 1970’s.

I couldn’t bring myself to create a juvenile themed nursery, instead opting for fabric that he can continue to use as he gets older. Don’t think Mr. R would have been thrilled having custom curtains remade in two years so these can remain in his room for much longer. I like that the roughness of the jute added texture, and by lining them it creates some privacy as well.

I have some woven blinds on order- which is the very last thing left to do in this room. I think…..

Every little boy, I’m told, needs a wooden train set that he can toddle around. For safekeeping, it is resting atop the bookshelf temporarily.

Sadly, now all three of my children have more clothing than their Mama. Even one that hasn’t made it out of the womb yet. Where is the fairness in that?

Britton loves the Tonka trucks- which I must say, is probably the first time I have ever even touched one.

Oh, I just remembered one more thing we need- shelves for his closet to organize toys and such. See, I knew I couldn’t be done yet.

Aunt Holly gave him a monogrammed pillow, and Nana gave him his official “blanky” the day she found out she was having a grandson.

What you can’t see in this photo is the high tech video monitor that Mr. R was truly excited to hang up last night. He doesn’t typically “volunteer” for home maintenance projects, but boy did he jump at the chance to see how this thing worked. We are set to go- and we will be watching.

Found all the woven baskets at JoAnnes and Michaels Craft Stores.

My sweet friend Ali let me borrow her crib, since my white sleigh crib bit the dust several years ago. Though I was told it wasn’t hard to make a bumper pad, and even printed out instructions to do so, had someone make all his bedding.

I bought the houndstooth fabric {ties} on sale, not knowing what I would use it for. It turned out to compliment the toile well and I had enough to cover the footstool {for the girls to use to peek into the crib} and make oversized ties for the bumper pad. The bumper pad is a really soft cotton I found at JoAnnes. See hubby, I too, can work on a budget!

The bookshelf originally looked a little boring against the Sherwin Williams ‘Kilim Beige’ walls, so I painted it with some leftover Benjamin Moore colored paint I found in the garage {same color as my kitchen walls}. 

Who’s Counting?

This morning Kenley woke up only to realize that he sassy hair do was still, well…  too short for her taste.
She started carrying on that she didn’t like her new haircut, looked like a boy, didn’t want to go to school until it grew back, etc.  Needless to say, we arrvied at school nonetheless. While we waited outside her classroom, she continued to “hide” behind the tree near her classroom so her friends couldn’t see her when they arrived from the playground {eventually she will play on the playground with the other 160 kindergartners in the mornings}.
Time to break out the big guns.
Turning around to face her, I said, “Kenley, I want to make a bet with you. I bet that you will get at least 10 compliments today on your new haircut. Your job is to keep track- I’m trusting you to be honest. I think you will get lots of compliments, but if you get at least ten compliments, I will buy you a pack of bubble gum after school.”
Game on.
Wouldn’t you knwo it, before she even set foot in her classroom she had received three compliments.  Three points for Mommy. Kenley was quick to point out that they are, in fact, points for her as well since it is her hair and all.
Fast forward to 2:50 this afternoon, bell rings. Kenley waddles out, because she doesn’t walk- she waddles like me, and first words out of her mouth were, “Mommy, I got 16 compliments today”, with a big smile on that face.
On the ride home, short sassy hair do Kenley chewed on her watermelon flavored bubbles gum.  Haven’t heard much more from the hair do complaint department since.
Girls and their drama….

New Hair-Do

Someone in our house has a little more sas in their step tonight… thanks to Kenley’s new haircut.
Sassy bribed her this afternoon with a Target trip if she would let her take K to the  beauty parlor, otherwise known as Great Clips.
Voila- I bring you Spunky Gal.
Try as we might to let her hair grow out, the kid is a ‘short hair gal’. With a head in the 99%, what you gonna do…
Recent Kenley’ism- As she and Sassy were leaving our house this afternoon, Target bound, hand-in-hand, Kens looked up to Sassy with that skip in her step and said, “Sassy, what is my budget today?!”
Her Daddy, the CFP, would be proud.
Sweet Sassy went shopping with me this afternoon to buy some last minute items for the baby’s nursery (I mostly waddled behind her while she threw things in the cart)- then came home and put the whole dang room together for me- while I lay on the couch with the oh-so fun contractions that tease me throughout the day.
Once I get some new blinds in, add some last minute art work that the girls are doing, the room will be D.O.N.E. With Sassy’s magic wand today, the room has really come together.
Mr. R walked into the office tonight, while I was on the computer, and stopped at the doorway and said, “I got a little tear tonight when I saw the nursery– the old duck decal, the painting of the little boy fishing– it all looks so good.”
I think it hit him that we are going to have a baby.
Soon.
I suppose when you can’t feel a baby somersaulting in your stomach, and don’t have the predictable heartburn, or put on twenty thirty pounds, the closet tangible thing a Father has is his little boy’s bedroom.
So now you see it sweetie.
Pictures to follow once everything is “just so” for this OCD Mom.
And just so I have it on record- I’m 34 weeks now but baby boy measured 35 weeks today, so.. we are on the books for an induction on Monday, October 17th. However, if I continue to measure large, another ultrasound will be ordered on October 12th with a possible induction on October 13th or 14th. We don’t want this baby coming too soon, nor do I particularly wish to push out a ten pound baby. I tend to grow them fast, so I, for one, will go on record, that I think the baby will come on his own in about three weeks or sooner.  We shall see. I also predicted the first two babies were boys, and this one was a girl, so what do I know?