Rambo's Rampages...

I'm sure I've mentioned before that sometimes all that goes through my head is static. Ben wonders how I can ignore the constant 'mommy' calls from 3 different children. Static. It's easy, really. And somehow I can still decipher between one that truly needs attention and one that doesn't, or the hacking/gurgling from Theodore that really means he needs suctioning and the one that's just noise. It's a temporary break from reality that can instantly be gone the second I sense trouble. I don't know why I feel so inclined to write this because I'm not sure how it fits into what I'm going to say. But there you have it. Information for the general public I guess. Which I'm sure will be used against me one day.  I really have no direction for this post. It's been a good week on the whole. Busy but good. My mind just isn't cooperating with me. I feel like there's a lot I want to say but can't form it into anything sensible (h...

I am currently typing this minus my left pointer finger. I had a run in with a rather sharp knife whilst I was slicing bread. Of course, short of choking to death, this is one of my biggest fears. And of course, we had just gotten back from a doctors appointment, everyone was hungry, the dog needed to go out (yes, we got a puppy) and I was feeling slightly stressed. Anyway, I think now there was maybe no need for me to go wake up Ben who is on night shift and say "I cut myself!!!" But it was only when he looked at it and said, "Amanda, just put a band aid on it," that I realized it wasn't as bad as I had pictured. Oh well. 20/20 hindsight. I hope you were able to get back to sleep, Ben. All that to say, it's taking me a little longer to type this with a lobster claw on the end of my hand. But none of this is really important.  First things first... we got a puppy. This could be considered by some as a dumb move because of our current situation. They coul...

I'm finally sitting down to tie up two loose ends from some prior posts. I know that you all have been losing sleep over it and I apologize that it has taken me so long. 1) The third and final movie line was: It wasn't easy! from Big Trouble in Little China. If you haven't seen the movie, don't worry, you really aren't missing much.  2) Concerning my first ever quiche- yeah, you need a pie crust to make one of those. Who knew?? Have a lovely Sunday, everyone!

I wonder how these things happen. I really do. Just when you think you have all your bases covered a snake comes from no where and bites you in the butt....or something like that. Today was Theodore's ear procedure. Cue 3:30am and I'm stumbling out of bed to immediately make a pot of coffee- is there really anything else you should be doing at that time of morning, you know, besides sleeping? Somehow I accomplish that, manage to make breakfast and get out of the house without forgetting anything by 4:30am. Thanks largely in part to our nurse and the aforementioned coffee. This is a miracle to me considering the last time we left for Hopkins I completely left behind the suction machine. The second most important thing. That is what early mornings do to me. And even though I was forgetting mid walk what I was walking to get this morning we still made it out incident free. Cue 5:50am. Arrive at Hopkins and get literally the best parking spot of all time. Check in upstairs then ...

Yes. It's true. I have to unfortunately admit that the sea monkeys are 10-7. But here's the thing: they must have been defective. I'm not kidding. I followed the directions to a T. TO A T! Down to the temperature of the water. Here's where things went wrong I think - Step 3: Feeding the Sea Monkeys. I quote "Do not feed sea monkeys until Day 5 after they have hatched." Day 5. Everywhere I looked (on all the packets, the website even) it was made clear to not feed them until day 5. Day 4 we have about 15 sea monkeys swimming around. I thought that things were going pretty well. Day 5 - all dead except 1. We feed the 1 left swimming - dead the next day.  Right now there's a sea monkey grave in my kitchen. Don't worry, I'm going to try again. We will try until we get it right. This time I will feed them when I see fit though. No more following directions.  On a similar, but not really, note. A few of you came close to getting the movies in last we...

Are those not the weirdest creatures? Seriously. They can be in a dried egg for like, ever and then come alive in water. Plus they are incredibly tiny - who even found these things??? And why have they been to outerspace?  These are all questions that plague my mind. But then I realize that I don't care at all. I just know they are in my kitchen and I have one excited kid. If memory serves me correctly (Iron Chef anyone???) I never had sea monkeys when I was a kid. I don't feel like I missed out on anything I just don't want to kill these miniscule fish things that you can't even see because of lack of experience. But if they can go to space and be fine then I think we have real problems if I kill them following the instructions. That'd be a real "Are you serious, Clark?" moment if there ever was one. Now on to things that actually matter.  I'm not sure if my disappointment was clear in the last post about nursing or not. But we went from 98 hour...

We got a call this morning that our appeal for more nursing hours was approved!!!! 14 hours a day!!!!! Our lives are seriously about to change. I am still slightly in shock and am finding it hard to imagine what I'm going to do with all that time. A big big thank you to all those who put in work to make that happen. To the few we told about this process, thank you for praying and and supporting us. I can't believe this is happening!! Ahhhh!! I'm going to go pinch myself again just to be sure this isn't some cruel dream.  Corrected: I just got a phone call 2 hours after the original one. It was most definitely a dream. It was miswritten somewhere apparently. We are only getting an extra 2 hours per day - 14 additional hours a week.  Completely bummed. I would have erased this post but it was already read by some. Boo for us.