Stupid Pink Monkey, LOL!!!

Brianna and I went into the Dollar Tree and she saw a stuffed monkey. This was in November and seemed innocent enough at the time. She really wanted the Monkey and it was just a Dollar so I bought it. Well two days later she has lost it and is DEVASTATED, I mean tears and cries and on the floor upset. We survived that great loss though. Maybe a week later we go in again (I admit it I am a dollar store junkie) and she spots another monkey so I bought it because I remember how much she loved the first one. The first one was purple and this one is blue. Brianna now is mentioning how much she wants a pink one.



Now if you ever go to the Dollar Tree you really don't know what stuffies they will have. Bears are usually a given but monkeys, especially 8" pot bellied monkeys are not as prevalent. The beginning of December I spot a brown one and buy that too. Now Brianna is aware of Christmas and its proximity so she announces that Santa will bring her a pink Monkey.

I go back mid-December and there are no more pot bellied monkeys. Not blue, not purple and especially not pink ones. Brianna is telling everyone about how Santa is bringing her one and I am starting to panic. I am asking everyone I can to look for one if they go into a Dollar Tree. I ask my WNY Mommies friends, I ask my other on line groups to keep an eye out for them. I ask out of state relatives and friends. NOTHING!!!!

Now it is almost Christmas and I am now going to the Dollar Stores again because she is so sure she is getting this stupid pink monkey. It is the only thing she is asking for. I am frantic trying to find it. I am digging through the stuffed animal bins looking for it. The clerks are telling me I am brave, they wont even do that. I am finding valentine toys, but no pink pot bellied monkeys.

I went into one store where some shelves were empty from all the Christmas shopping. Finally I go into one last store and I find one brown pot bellied monkey and two pink dogs that looked kind of close to the monkey. So I bought them all. I wrapped them up (okay I put them in a gift bag after all that shopping I took the easy way out), and put them under the tree.

Christmas morning comes and Brianna is so excited to see her stocking.



She unwraps gifts and announces that Santa did bring the monkey and she couldn't wait to unwrap it. She loved all the coloring books and crayons that Santa left but started to ask where her monkey was.



Then the kids notice the tree has gifts under it too.



Brianna runs to the gift bag opens it up hugs the pink doggie and says that Santa did indeed bring her pink monkey and I knew all that running around and digging through bins of stuffies was worth it. It doesn't matter that it really is a doggie. In her eyes it is the pink monkey that she wanted.

It's Always the Little Things

My tooth has been bothering me since mid-October. Of course it is a wisdom tooth. I have had three dentist appointments about it so far. The last one they tried to remove it. It is infected and the antibiotics haven't worked well. The pain as they tried to pull it was intense. I would rather go through natural childbirth again before they do that again. So I got another two prescriptions for pain and a stronger antibiotic.

Another two prescriptions on top of the multitude I already take for so many things. My body won't regulate potassium so I have to take that. My blood is acidic so I have to take another pill 4x's a day for that. Oh and there is the depression which ran out this week and I didn't notice. So I spent a night without it.

If I miss a dose I get a bit emotional and dizzy. So Dennis went to get my meds and picked up three scripts. He brought them to me and I opened the bag and emptied them out. I was dizzy and didn't want to walk so I had a couple other scripts next to me. All the bottles kind of clanked together as Brianna came up to me to snuggle.

All of a sudden I was crying. I looked at all the bottles of meds I have to take. It just looked like hundreds of bottles at that moment. I looked at Brianna and hoped she never had to take all the pills I have to. It is such a regular thing for mommy to take meds. Brianna keeps me on my toes and reminds me. My baby already knows what prescription bottles are.

Oh and then I took out a pill for my depression and dropped it in-between the couch cousins. I panicked. I am already upset about taking so many meds now I am worried I won;t be able to find the pill and the kids will find it and take it. So I reach for it and It falls all the way down to the bottom. SO I get hubby to lift the couch and there is a liner. No we have to play tilt the couch to get at the pill and it wouldn't come out.

Remember I didn't take the depression meds the day before and I am already emotional. I want that pill found I am focused on that and Dennis really doesn't seem to care because it is in the liner and thinks the kids won't get to it. This is one of the meds that has a risk of suicide for children under 18 so again I panic. Now I think of how the kittens play in the couch and might eat it

Yes I am going berserk over a pill. It took us 20 minutes to get it out. I calmed down took my pill and tried to calm down.

It is always the little things that seem to effect us the most. Oh and I still need this wisdom tooth pulled. Hopefully before Christmas!!!!

Such a first time mom...

My little guy has had a rough week. He has been having trouble falling and staying asleep, crying during bath time (which is usually his favorite!) and bursting out in tears for what seems to be no reason at all. There have probably been a dozen people who have said to me, "he must be teething!" I didn't pay much attention to this because Lincoln has been drooling like crazy and chomping down on teething rings for what seems like his entire life... so, it couldn't be that, right? Well, just a few days ago he started refusing his dinner, which is totally not the usual behavior for my little piggy. He screamed through his entire bath and then only slept about three hours total that night. The next day, I discovered that a tooth had, indeed cut through his bottom gums! My poor little man! I could have been giving him Tylenol to ease his discomfort... I could have been giving him frozen washcloths to chew on to help his hurting little gums... I could have been more patient with him at night when he was fussy at all hours... I could have listened to those dozen people telling me that he was teething!!!

Thank goodness he is feeling better now, but I can see that the "neighbor" tooth is on it's way up and out, so I'm sure we'll be dealing with a sore mouth for a while. Boy, there certainly are a lot of lessons to be learned from a first born!