Again with the Strep

Things I didn't know yesterday, but do know today:
Apparently I have larger than normal tonsils, which increases the risk for infection.
I thought I was coming down with a cold, but when the sore throat didn't go away I started to wonder if I had strep throat.

And then I got this bright idea to check the back of my mouth, and sure enough...there it was.

dramatization:












I'd make the picture bigger, but you get the drift.  I have 10 days of antibiotics and an alternating pill-popping adventure of Tylenol and Ibuprofen.

I'm very glad that I don't have a cold, but something the doctor said this afternoon really stuck with me.  He mentioned that every time this flares up, there's a little bit of scar tissue left behind.  And, by my count, I've easily had this 60 times.  I wonder how much scar tissue is there, and what kind of dremel tool will be used one day to slice it off.

Now before I lose you to the dremel tool link, let me just tell you what ELSE the doctor told me this afternoon.  1) That even though I was told for quite some time that I kept getting strep because I talked too much or too loudly - this was not the reason.  2) It was likely a flare up caused by stress (What? Stress?  No Way!!!) 3) He told me to stock up on the old fashion Listerine.  4) Don't skip meals.

If you look at me, you know I don't skip lunch. And now I know that it isn't because I talk too much!  That's today's takeaway!

P.S.  I'm 50% sorry for posting such a disgusting picture.  I was watching reruns of Glee and felt like being like a snotty high school student-seeking to gross you out for a moment.

Iolani turns two on friday, and all I got was a poopy diaper.

Iolani’s 2nd birthday is next Friday. And in the spirit of my previous employer who drilled the idea of quarterly performance, I would like to take the opportunity to review Iolani’s quarterly successes with you!

Q3 (August and September)
For her first birthday we took her to the Long Beach Aquarium. After a long day, I was in no mood to cook.  We ate at an Alcapulco's in Atwater Village. She ate cake. Once the dust died down from the 1st Birthday/Baptism/Wedding Reception, the three of us continued to unpack after our July move to our current apartment. By her 1st Birthday she was wobbling around and walking.

Once she started walking, the next thing we know she's sprouting teeth and talking!

Q4 (October-December)
As soon as we knew it, it was time for Halloween and costumes.  We figured that since she was obsessed with Yo Gabba Gabba, it was only right that she go as the only character she could pronounce. 



Her addiction to gabba would become well known.

The holidays came, and Christmas was bittersweet.  The woman who had been caring for Iolani on a very regular basis, lost her father and would need care for her mother.  Alex and I dropped everything to find a full-time daycare. It would be a little easier because Iolani was no longer considered an infant, but still...everything had a waitlist.  We entered into the Christmas/New Years weeks without childcare lined up.  I thought I was going to lose my mind.

Q1 (January to March)
We were able to get into Hope Street Friends, and like most things - the success of getting into the place was completely dependent on knowing people who are in the know and are willing to share the right information at the right time.  I'm rambling.  I'll just say - Thanks Tracey.

The transition from home care to day care was very easy - for her!  I had to get used to doing laundry, washing dishes, and cleaning the house.  I didn't ever take Rosa for granted, every day I came home to a clean house and my only focus was getting dinner on the table, baby in the tub, and incessant Twitter and Facebook updates.

Iolani enjoyed learning sign language (like how to say helicopters), and we started to make a real attempt at getting to the park more often. She also started to really enjoy taking the train.

With daycare, Iolani really came into her own. She was getting a different kind of stimulation that let her draw, paint, play dressup, play on slides...and interact with kids her own age. She loved it.  However, by the end of March the price of daycare had really made a big dent in our wallets. So, when we got the call that Joy Picus had a spot for us, we had to say goodbye to our Friends at Hope Street.

Q2 (April to June)
We spent April moving from one daycare to another, took a plane trip to Washington and a train back to LA. On top of all this, Alex and I managed to fit in our First Anniversary. May and June are a total blur...it was spent up early in the morning with her teething pain, and late at night with community meetings.

Q3 (July and August)
In the last two months she's moved from pointing and grunting to full on sentences. The her first sentence that I seem to remember at the moment was "I can hear you!".  This was one evening after we put her to bed and Alex and I were out in the living room watching TV.

For those of you expecting or desiring children, I provide you with the following video to serve as a reminder that Children Are The Messiest Creatures Alive:



And, as soon as you think maybe I'm a cranky mom... I will leave you with this....



Life is good.  Can't wait for potty training.  Hope it comes soon, as I'm really tired of poopy diapers.

She is self aware.

I think I might have put Iolani down for bed for at least the 725th time. Since her her birth, I’ve been around for all but three nights.  While her overall bedtime routine has changed very little, every night is different. Some nights bathtime runs a little long as the toys can be quite exciting, or additional effort is needed to scrub off finger paint from the day.

Before those pesky teeth popped up, she went from tub to bed. Now that Iolani has teeth, the last moment of bonding and conversation is spent with the toothbrush. I’ve tried to brush her hair while she’s brushing her teeth. Jury’s still out on that.  She doesn’t mind getting her hair brushed.  However, when I turn to finish brushing her teeth… it’s magic – her teeth disappear under her tongue or she curves her lip. I’ve had to figure out how to coax her teeth out. 

Once the teeth are cleaned, we say goodnight to the bathroom.  No, really – we say “Good Night Bathroom”.  I used to say “Say good night to the pretty baby” but saying good night to the bathroom seems a little less corny.  Plus, she says it loud enough to serve as an alarm to Alex to meet us in her bedroom for pajamas and some reading.

Most nights getting pajamas on her is an absolute battle. It usually takes a coordinated effort between Alex and I to get the diaper, the top and bottom on her. If you are a parent and you are laughing at us because it takes two of us to get her dressed – I’m fine with that. Either of us could do it by ourselves, but there’s something about the two of us making sure she’s dressed for bed.

Then, it’s time for books. I fully admit, we are total suckers. At one point I was reading 6 or 7 books every night. Then I realized it was her ploy to stay up longer. Now I just read 2 or 3 books. Tonight I got through three books and she asked me to turn off the light. 

And, as soon as she goes to bed…I blog and Alex rushes around the house looking for things to put up on eBay.

Nowadays it is very odd for her to wake up in the middle of the night. She goes through short bits when she wakes up at 3 or 4, usually for a good reason. You know like molars, Moe fell off the bed, or a full moon….


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Thank you everyone for your visits.  Now I can go on with my day.

It was an off day for everyone.

Happy Monday.  Today was quite the productive day for me, don't know about you.  The day was not without it's "off"ness.

I don't know if it started at Starbucks this morning. I suppose it was because I placed my order right at shift change?  I ordered my drink and breakfast from two separate people. Today's drink: Tall Iced Americano, extra ice.  When it arrive it was light ice.  And, then my food didn't arrive even after all the people I'd walked in with had left. When I checked on breakfast, I found out that wasn't even in the toaster yet.  When told I could get a refund, I already had it in my head that I'd just try again tomorrow.  The woman probably thought I left upset, but rather - I was just off at that point.  (yes, I know - it seems like an overreaction, but I'm as superstitious as Nomar Garciaparra. If the coffee came out incorrect, the food was going to as well...I had to put a stop to the madness!!!)

Then, tonight...at the grocery store....  This is the store that I really enjoy going to because my groceries are always neatly packed AND I'm always asked if I need a hand out.  Today my eggs were packed on the bottom of the bag, with my Cascade dish detergent packed on top of them.  The goldfish crackers were crushed as well.  It was such a horrible packing job, I actually stopped before I left the store and repacked the groceries.  AND, no one asked if I wanted a hand out to the car.

Now, I'm sure you are thinking - Jesus Christ Ginny...you are complaining about your coffee and grocery trips?!?!? The appropriate response is this: "My life is pretty simple. Coffee =  important. Groceries = important. Disposable diapers have replaced Beer-in-fridge in the level of importance in my life.  (However, there always seems to be at least a beer in the fridge).  Needless to say - both items have stuck with me today.

But, here's the kicker for the day.  I was struggling to get Iolani out of the car this morning, and somewhere along the line a bit of booger got loose and landed between my nose and lip.  I didn't realize it was there.  However, with both my hands full of Iolani's teddybear and days worth of clothes, a stroller, and Iolani on my hip....  She was able to scoop up my booger, hold it out and delcare "Mommy's Booger!" and as I was attempting to say "Iolani, ew, gross, DON'T TOUCH, NO TOCAR.

She had already stuck it in her mouth.

The last time I was this grossed out was when the boy next to me in Algebra was chewing and spitting into a can. Nasty shit.  ThatsallIgotstosayaboutthat.