Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!!

We had a great Thanksgiving! We had a couple of people over...I made turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole, candied yams, rolls, corn, and dh made curry chicken and rice (gotta add the Indian flavor after all!) The best part was there were other kids, so from about 2 til 8pm, Kylee was busy playing with other kids!! Yeah!!!!

Want to know what I did the night before?? I went to a Motley Crue/Aerosmith concert...so of course, I have pictures!! We had all access badges at our disposal, so of course, we took advantage!!

This apple definitely didn't fall far from the tree...

For those of you who don't know, DH's job is in food and beverage. He has done that forever...before I met him. When Kylee was born, one of our major concerns was that she gets out to restaurants...ALOT. This was mostly so that she would know how to act in restaurants and could behave at dh's when we went there. Over the last 3 years, it has been a running joke that we were "spoiling her for dating". She has pretty good food tastes to say the least. Her favorite restaurant since she turned one was PF Changs. She doesn't ever ask for McDonalds, and on a rare occasion she we might get it for her, she doesn't really even eat it. She LOVES fish, vegetables and asks for MIL to make "mutton" (goat meat). So, normal, ordinary 3 year-old tastes she does not have.

So, the other night, myself, Kylee and two of my friends were going to go to Bonefish for dinner. We walk up and the wait is 75-85 minutes. There was NO WAY Kylee could wait that long. So we are walking away and I was asking them where else we can go.

Kylee: Let's go to that restaurant with the big table.
Me: Restaurant with the big table?
Kylee: Yes...the big table...it's hot and they bring the food and cook it. We all sit at the table.
Me: The one with rice and vegetables?
Kylee: Yes
Me (to my two friends) She is asking for Teppan Yaki.

Yup...I think Ihave the only 3 year old that ASKS for teppan yaki. Nice, huh?

The best was we were out at dh's restaurant a couple of weeks ago. We sat down and dh's manager Bret (who Kylee loves) came up to the table and Kylee opened her menu and said "I want shrimp and rice". So, I asked Bret if they could make that. He said not a problem and about 10 mins later, her plate comes out right away.

By the time we got to our main meal, Kylee was finished and wanted to bounce around. I finally looked at Bret and said "please take my child". He swooped her up and off they went to tour the restaurant (or so I thought) They come back 5 mins later with a huge plate full of chocolate dipped strawberries. He plops her down next to me with the plate and disappears. Then, when he reappears he is carrying a huge bowl of vanilla ice cream, hot fudge on top and whip cream. He presents it beautifully in front of her (as if she is a queen). She doesnt even skip a beat. She looks down and says "where are the cherries". We almost all fell over!

Kylee loves to order by herself at restaurants. The other day at lunch, when I asked her what she wanted her reply was "soft noodles with shrimp...on the side". Nice, huh?

My point in all of this? She is her father. Oh...and God help the boy who loves her.

Unplanned hiatus from blog

Well, remember that wonderful little stomach bug Kylee had on Saturday night? Well, ONE guess on who caught it..Yup..that would be me!

Went to bed on Monday night feeling a bit icky. Woke up throwing up at 10pm...then I continued to throw up and have diahhrea (something I didn't even know was possible simultaneously..trust me..it is) until about 2am. I finally called the dr. cause I was so weak I was afraid I would get up to run to the bathroom and pass out mid-stride.

He sent me to L&D for fluids. So, dh and I went there...I got an IV and Zofran some prescription form of Imodium. I slept finally for about an hour and woke up feeling just as icky. So I suffered through the feeling and tried to get more liquids down slowly. I was finally released at noon. I was really weak and came home and went to bed. Slept all day and got up to eat watermelon and a piece of toast. Then slept all night. Feeling much better today. Just a bit weak still. Will take it easy for rest of day and should be all better I'm thinking tomorrow. Anywhoo...nasty bug...hope nobody gets it!

32 week belly pictures...

Ok...big as a house belly pictures!! I can't believe that there is room to grow for 6 more weeks!

3am ramblings of a mom

So, yet again, I was thinking things couldn't get any harder this pregnancy. Last night, we went to dinner with a friend and Kylee stayed home with our babysitter. She was in bed, tucked nicely when we came home..sleeping contently especially after foregoing the afternoon nap she has suddenly decided she no longer needs. So, we go to bed and turn of the tv at 10:30. At 10:33, I hear her cough and call me. I went down the hall because she didn't know I was home (and I wanted her to know I had come home and she was safe) and she had to go potty. She said her tummy hurt and she had to go potty. Well, we go in the bathroom, and she starts coughing...I say "are you ok...are you going to be sick" and she throws up a little on the counter. Ok...wasn't expecting that. Clean it up, reassure her and she wanders back to her room...eyes half closed already, climbs into bed. I climb in and cuddle and leave by 11pm. 12:30am, I am awoken by her screaming she has to poopy and before I can get my pregnant belly off the bed, I hear throw up followed by screaming, crying 3 year old. I go and grab her and she continues to throw up on me, herself, the carpet, the hardwood floor, the bathroom floor and the toilet before I can get her in throwup position. We stop the throw up, and start clean up. Luckily, dh comes and he takes care of the carpet while I take care of the toilet, kid and myself. She says she feels better, but we opt to bring her in our room. I go downstairs, grab a bowl for future occurences, and go back to bed. No sooner do I climb in, she says she has to poopy...I pick her up, put her down on the floor, and the heaving begins (I learned I am pretty damn quick with a bowl!) Kylee, the bowl and I make it to the toilet...where she is now throwing up more liquid than chunks...but still saying her belly hurts. So, I send dh out to the drugstore at 1am to find something like pepto for kids. I tuck her back into bed...and rub her head with worry. Yet again, a first. She has never been throwing up. I am doing the calculations to find out what time it is in Vegas in case I need to call my mom for advice. What do I do? I don't know how to take care of her and make sure her belly isn't sick. I'm not even sure I remember what my mom did...and while I have mom insticts, there is always that doubt that what you are doing is right...or the guilt that maybe you can do more...then I hear "mommy, I have to go poopy" so back to the potty we go...nothing. This happens about 6 times...then dh gets back. She has emetrol and pepto...and is now showing signs of being really tired...she curls up, closes her eyes, and makes this weird burp noise. I sit up...say are you going to be sick? Half nod, grab bowl sits up and throws up in bowl all at once. I figure after she just threw up what we gave her, it must have been the water chase she did after taking the medicine. So, medicine again..this time no water. She lies down...her breathing slowly turns to that of child in slumber and the quiet snore of dh lets me know he is sleeping also. Here I am, mom instict completely alert, listening for the slightest sound now of gulping, catching of breathe or maybe the beginnings of puking. And I sit in the dark for the first time letting the terror of self doubt take me over. Why am I qualified to take care of this little girl? I don't even know what to do when she is throwing up. To make matters worse, I will be adding a little boy to the mix in 6 weeks...so I will be clueless with two! Then I thought about all the moms out there...who have ill children who are terminal, or have serious diseases. I put myself in their spots...what is it like to have night after night of the unknown and just the "doing the best you can" against something you might know the name for, but until it afflicts your own child, you have no experience with. I know my child will get better, but what about those parents who know this is 'as good as it gets'. It's just survival...and they do it without complaining, or thinking twice...it's the hand they were dealt and they do it. To me, that is amazing. Their soldiers fighting a war not to win, but hope for the best possible outcome. On that thought, I allowed my head to lie on my pillow and feel a little more secure in my unknown.

Just some halloween photos...

Guess which two of these pirates are pregnant!! I realized I make a pretty ugly man!

Dear cold and flu open letter...

Dear Cold and Flu Season,

Kindly depart from this household. Because of you, I didn't have time to write a better post.

Kisses,

Bethiclaus

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Bethiclaus is a graduate school dropout who works part-time while pretending (poorly) to be a stay-at-home mom. Her daughter refuses to let her wipe her nose.

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My open letter will be posted over at Bethiclaus's blog all day. If you want to find out more about the blog exchange, click on the button!