Sunday, March 1, 2015

Angels in Need

2015 has not been good to me health wise. I've dealt with two rounds of stomach bug, one flu, an ongoing sinus infection, a busted eye, and then what turned into a 'severe' sinus, tonsil, vocal cord and a "light" lung infection. 

Cause if I'm going go, I'm gonna go BIG. 

How did I damage my eye? Trying to get rid of the first sinus infection with something powerful called Oil of Oregano. The stuff is really great- really cleans out the sinuses - unless you cough while holding a spoon with two drops of it and it splashes into your eye, burning through your cornea. Then it is mother fucking bullshit. (Sorry mom; that's the technical term.) 

I couldn't open either eye for two days; couldn't see for about a week; saw only 2D for another week; and still have problems with distances. I was lucky: between 2 and 5% of my cornea was still there and the long-term impact will be limited to glasses. 

And not-so-clever Fasching costumes. 

In trying to get healthy, I've been doing the Whole30, making and then drinking copious amounts of bone broths, eating garlic, drinking home-steeped ginger water, and trying to take it as easy as someone with two kids, a job, a house, and a busted eye can. 

And I really thought I was doing a good job and getting better. I was tired and it was hard to sleep with a stuffed and painful nose and I had green gunk coming outta my nose and throat but I wasn't totally wiped out, my skin and hair were improving, and I wasn't popping to the bathroom numerous times a day. 

I really thought I was doing a good job and getting better. Until this last week my voice completely disappeared. Not horse, not sore: gone. 

I went to the doctor who confirmed (again) I have chronic infection and then confronted me (again) about the need for surgery and then scolded me (this was new) for "waiting far too long", "being too proud" and wrapped it up by asking me "why young parents don't care for themselves". Hey, at least he gets bonus points for saying 'parents' instead of 'mothers'. 

He then pronounced my regimen: antibiotics; sinus washes; vitamins; two hot baths/showers a day; clean, good food; loads of sleep; no chores and NO NO NO work. He actually said three "no"s in English. 

At least he has gotten to know me?

I agreed to his non-negotiable conditions and went home. Where the Mr reminded me that exactly this weekend was his brother's weekend-away bachelor party. (Yes it is ridiculous that my husband and friends go away for a weekend for every bachelor party, but let's not get distracted.) 

I was going to be alone with the kids all weekend. 

Enter Oma, Opa, and Tanta S-squared. Oma was here a good part of Friday, all Saturday even spending the night, and all day Sunday. Tanta was here Saturday morning. Opa was here as well. 

They all kept the kids alive. They gave me permission to sleep. Oma cooked whole30 compliant meals. She took the kids for long walks. She got Jelly Bean to sleep. She got PJ to sleep. She got Jelly Bean at night and then cuddled with her all morning. She cleaned my kitchen drawers and refrigerator. She swept and wiped the floors. She and PJ cleaned out the toys and gunk from under the sofa. She did more that I missed, I'm sure. 

Basically my Inlaws - and especially Oma - were Angels. Yes, capitalized. 

She's hard to get a picture of becuase although the she is a very attractive woman, she doesn't think so. Here she is over lunch. 

And with the kids. 

Poor Opa really suffered. He wasn't able to sleep without his Oma (these guys have been together for 40+ up to that, right?) So he crashed at our home. 

Then papa walked in the door and the kids went nuts. Lordy we missed him. 

There are so many things to be thankful for. Great medical care and the ability to take sick leave. Friends who educate me about being healthy. A husband and daddy we desperately missed when he was gone two days. Oma, Opa, and Tante that want to support and love on us in the way that we need to be supported and loved. 

May we all be so lucky! May I get and stay healthy! 


Friday, February 6, 2015

Family Dance Party

We often have a dance party in the evenings. Each family member chooses a song and we all get to dance. Coldplay, Jack Johnson, Gun N Roses, and Metallica are in heavy rotation. Recently, PJ has started branching out.

Here was his most recent choice. Notice how the littlest one reacts.


We are doing something right.


Friday, January 30, 2015

Christmas Day 2014

Christmas Day - finally! Also called American Christmas in our house. Santa made it to our house:

Jelly Bean got up at her usual time. So she and I went downstairs and enjoyed some play time together while the boys slept.


PJ slept in his suit until almost 9am! Partying makes you pay at some point. ;)

But he finally got up and remembered Santa Claus was suppose to come. It took a lot of persuasion to get him out of his suit and into his sleeping clothes.

But we finally did it. And then we had to wait for papa to get into his sleeping clothes as well. So we made Christmas faces.

This is the Grinch.

This is Santa Claus.
Finally we were all ready and PJ and Jelly Bean were allowed to charge the tree.

We took it really slow opening the gifts. We took play breaks and even stopped to eat breakfast. The kids didn't mind, in fact, they seemed a little overwhelmed by the newness and excitement a few times. I can't pick which pictures to post, so here are too many.

We started with the gifts from Granny and Grandpe. Both kids loved their new kindergarten bags.

Then we opened the gifts from mommy and daddy. I made the kids superhero caps. They were a hit.

We took a play break and opened the parent gifts. Building up on my birthday gift, the Mr. got me a lovely pendant with all of our names and birthstones. I was really touched. 

And I gifted him a piece of writing.

 The kids were still happy with the gifts they had opened, so we ate some yummy breakfast.

After breakfast, we opened the gifts from Santa Claus. We had just managed to meet Santa the Friday before Christmas. Thank goodness we did! PJ had been telling us for weeks he wanted a SpiderMan but when we met Santa, he clarified: he wanted a SpiderMan costume.

Santa, that professional, really pulled through.


I'm pretty sure Santa has connections with AmazonPrime.

Our music lover, Jelly Bean, got a walkable piano. This thing is pretty fantastic.

I may have been caught a few times playing on it myself.

Afterwards, I'm pretty sure we all took a nap and then enjoyed an excellent goose dinner lovingly and excellently prepared by the Mr.
Slowly a joyful, kid-filled Christmas came to an end. I'm realizing how much more fun and inspiring Christmas is with the wonder of a child. And ribbons, of course.


Thursday, January 29, 2015

Christmas Eve 2014

Christmas this year was ever more magical than last year. Per tradition, we spent Christmas eve with the Mr.'s family where glorious things were prepared in the kitchen.

You wish you could have eaten with us.
While the rest of us played and goofed.

Jelly Bean practiced her hide-and-seek skills with her brother, papa, uncle, and aunt.

Then she discovered some accessories that she insisted we wear.

So I insisted on a picture of the handsome girls.
We tried to get a picture of our handsome boys as well but...
My handsome husband.

PJ was way too busy playing with his uncle.

And leading his uncle and his sister around the house on some sort of complicated march.

Finally, after we had eaten dinner and were (impatiently) waiting to open gifts, I managed to snag a picture of my handsome fellows.

We even got a somewhat fun picture of the whole family!

Once the gift giving got going, pictures become scarce. I did manage to get this picture of my ridiculously beautiful sister-in-law.

This year PJ made star decorations for his family. Opa and Tante got necklaces. Uncle got a bowtie. And Oma got an apron so she can "stay cooking" (told you the food is good).

Then we managed to snap some of the family pictures.
Our clan with the gift of the year:
a talking Lightning McQueen.

The super handsome siblings.

The almost-entire family, just missing
my newest sister-in-law and baby-to-be.

After the food was eaten, gifts were opened, and the kitchen somewhat cleaned up, we headed over to the Mr's grandmother's house to meet up with the rest of the family.

Jelly Bean was all over the "prost"ing
with her sippy cup.

Together, we sang songs, enjoyed some beer or wine, and made another set of memories.

Jelly Bean was impressed with the singing; PJ was pretty bored.

After the singing ends, the younger generation (meaning my husband, his siblings, and all his cousins) tends to drift upstairs to play board games and drink schnapps. Most years there is also arm wrestling.

This year, however, "younger generation" meant my three-year-old, dressed in his full suit, proudly playing Looping Louie, drinking milk schnapps (just milk, I checked) while the others drank the harder stuff and showing no signs of being tried at 11:30pm.

If he can party this well at three years old, I'm pretty sure we are in for a major ride in just a few short years.

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