Digest THIS. Or diagnose it for me.

Today after school, I am taking Joshua to the doctor for a mysterious stomach ailment.  It has his stomach in knots and my blood pressure DANGEROUSLY HIGH.   High blood pressure with a side of RAGE.

What’s happening is, Joshua is at least once a day, feeling “sick” DURING a meal.  So he eats some, feels sick, wants to go lay down or try to puke, never does puke, and usually within 10 minutes or so can finish at least some of the meal.

The foods involved are totally random.  The times of day are totally random.  I don’t think he’s faking it, but we’ve been battling this off and on for two months, and I am the one who’s really sick – SICK OF IT.  I am beyond frustrated.

He never throws up, hasn’t had any weird bowel issues, just says he feels sick and wants to lay down, or just stop eating for awhile. He even went to the clinic one day at school during lunch, and lunch is his 2nd favorite part of the day (after recess of course).

This all started back in July – he did throw up in July two separate times after CHUGGING chocolate milk at restaurants, so I think maybe that psychologically damaged him and now he’s terrified of getting sick so he is worrying about it so much that he is making himself feel bad.

We’ve taken him off dairy and it hasn’t seemed to have made any difference.

Bobby doesn’t get home til 7 pm, so the kids have already eaten dinner by then. I am tired of doing dinner by myself for years anyways, I ALWAYS have to struggle to get Sophie to eat, and now THIS – it’s making me apoplectic. Joshua thinks I am mad at him, which is probably making his whole psychosomatic stomach problem worse. I am not mad at him, but I am BEYOND frustrated and I can’t really hold that in anymore.  I can barely hold ANY frustration in by dinner time, which again, I might add, I do by myself five nights a week, outnumbered three to one.

So, how about it, readers? Diagnose my kid for me. That way you can save me a $30 copay at the pediatrician’s office.  And though you probably can’t save my kid from intense counseling and therapy because his mom is so mean, the extra $30 could at least go toward those future therapy bills.  You have until 4:10 PM, Eastern time to figure this one out for me. GO!

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One down…

My 2nd grader!

You may recall from reading earlier this summer that I’ve been counting down the days til school started up again since it ended in June!  What can I say, having three kids in my face all day is not my strength.  And yesterday I sent my big boy off to 2nd grade!  He was just as ready as I was.  He was super-cute, as you can see, and really excited.  I was really proud of him because despite the fact that he and his two BFFs are all in separate classes (three 2nd grade classes, three pals, go figure!), he was cheerful and excited about his teacher and he had a great day.

Sophie doesn’t start school until next Monday, and she missed Joshua sooooo badly today.  She told me at least three times, “I can’t wait for Joshua to get home!” and when he did get home she was all up in his biz-ness wanting to know what he did all day!  It was pretty sweet.  She missed her brother but she’s dying to start herself.  Cute pics of that to come next week!

And even though I adore those big kids, I am looking forward to having 2.5 hours a day, 4 days a a week with my little guy.  He deserves some mommy time, the poor neglected third child!

How did your kids’ first day of school go?

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Smelling the Roses

It’s summer. And school starts in 37 days. Not that I’m counting or anything. *Ahem*.  Since I’m not a fun mom, I really do a little better with parenting when my big kids are in school.  When I have time to breathe without the 24-hour-a-day “MOMmomMOMmomMOMmomMOMmomMOOOOMMMMMM”! chorus that, punctuated with interspersed baby fusses and screams, gives me adult ADD and makes me want to pierce my eardrums so I can get a hearing aid that I can just turn off whenever I feel like it.

But wait, this is not where this post is supposed to be heading!  Because despite my frustration at all the togetherness this summer (which, really, is my problem, a problem I am having adjusting to being a mom of three, and not their problem at all), I love the crap out of my kids.  And I think they are the flipping BEE’S KNEES! I am so proud of them and am so thankful to be their mommy. So, to remind myself of what the heck I am supposed to be focused on, I thought I’d tell you a couple of my favorite things about each of my kiddos.

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Joshua. My firstborn.

He is exuberant, optimistic, enthusiastic.  He is loving. He loves his friends so much. He often writes sweet notes and letters to his friends, and is very generous with them.  He’s trustworthy.  He wants to do what’s right.  He’s a snuggler, still at seven. How long will I get to enjoy snuggles from my big boy?   I cherish every one.

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Sophia Diane. My girl.

She is funny.  Comic relief for this mama, she makes me laugh about a million times a day!  She is sweet as can be, and everything she does (good or bad) she does 110%.  She is nurturing.  I love the way she cares for Jonah and any other smaller child.  She is fierce.  Determined and stubborn in a good way.  I hope I can help her learn to always use that for good.

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Jonah. My baby.

He is happy. Wherever we go he blesses others with his beautiful smile and happy spirit.  He is a joy to be around.  He is silly, blowing raspberries and squealing loudly at all the right times.  He is loving, caressing my arm or face as he nurses.  He is my surprise baby and his sweet personality surprises me every day as it develops more and more.

I love these  babies. They make me crazy, but in between the crazy they bring me joy upon joy upon joy.

And in 10 years, when the older two are writing blog posts about me, I hope they’ll say I bring them joy more than I drive them crazy as well. But we’ll see…

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