Monday, August 25, 2008

Talan give your fries to your brother!

Ashton's stats:
47lbs (52%)
47 inches (65%)

the nurse said he was like a square. Ashton argued he was more like a rectangle. 

Talan's stats:
26lbs (88%)
30 inches (57%)

There are only 12% of 1 year olds in the country that are bigger than Talan. 

Talan's BMI is also considerably larger than his brothers. 

Sunday, August 24, 2008

1989

Brad's April 1989 journal:
Have you read about the oil problem in Alaska?  This is what I know about it. I don't know anything about it. I like George Brett. He is a good baseball player. 

Brad's January 1989 journal:
I listened to rap. My brother has rap tapes. My mom and dad don't want him to have them. They take them away from him but he still has some.

Brad's March 1989 journal:
It is the first day of spring. Happy Spring! I used to write really big. Now I'm writing small. I used to not make pictures. Now I'm making pictures. 

These were my favorite things that I've stumbled upon the last couple days. I absolutely love them!!! 

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Sorry Uncle Clint

Ashton: "yellow is a girl color."

Aunt Tanya: "Uncle Clint wears yellow."

Ashton: "Well, Uncle Clint is pretty much a girl because he's married to one"

Saturday, August 16, 2008

backtracking

I secured the blog so certain information could not be seen by random people, but now most of the readers of my blog can't log on. So....I removed the password. I probably won't post much about Brad for obvious reasons. I just want everyone to be able to see the blog.

So....read away random strangers.

fun with bath letters


First Grade

Ashton is officially a first grader having successfully survived his first 3 days of school. He was excited, but you'd never know it. He's got a classic 'school sucks' attitude. It wasn't until our trip to old navy and his discovery of a striped shirt with skulls on it that he became excited about the first day. I thought it was cute that I had to ask permission to take pictures of him at the bus stop. He only granted me permission because Brad isn't here to take him to the bus stop. Otherwise I was told I had already taken enough pictures.

Although I know nothing that happened the first day because apparently Ashton has come down with a case of school amnesia, he did say he had fun. When I asked him, on the walk home from the bus stop, if he liked first grade better than kindergarden he said, "Yeah. I actually get to learn things in first grade."

So for the next 9 months from monday-friday 8am-4pm he belongs to USD 437.

Cell phone drama....

For the last month or so Ashton has been wanting a cell phone. He doesn't understand why he doesn't have one. He refused to talk to Brad after he told Ashton he was too young for a cell phone. Seriously, who is he going to call?

So, this was a conversation that he had with his Aunt Tanya recently:

Ashton: I'm going to ask Santa to bring me a cell phone because one year santa brought me everything I wanted.

Tanya: I didn't have a cell phone until I was like 25.

Ashton: eck.....what?!....you lived wtihout technology?!?! I could never do that.

Tanya: Well, they didn't have cell phones when I was a kid.

Ashton: What?!?! Were you a pioneer?

Tanya: When gradnpa was a kid they didn't even have TV

Ashton: eck....if I didn't have a TV I would just always wish I had a playstation.

Friday, August 15, 2008

She ruined my fun!

As you may have read a couple posts ago (random text post) some woman....or at least I assume is a woman...professed her love for one named Joe via text. This text was re-routed to my phone somehow. I didn't text her back.

When I told my brother-in-law about my mysterious text he said that I could have some fun with that. I couldn't resist. So I texted back....

'Joe loves me. Back off!!!'

Seconds later she texted back and I was very dissapointed at what I saw. It simply said, "I am so sorry...Wrong number....Sorry"

NO FUN!!!

Random text of the day...

I love you so much joe...I am so sorry...I am so crazy about you. 


Do I want to waste one of my 400 texts this month to text this person back? 

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Paging Dr. Mante

I walked into the Cotton O-neil Clinic where Talan was about to go through the trama of drawing blood out of his fat little arm. The place reeked of needles. I can say in confidence he was the only person younger than 25. We checked in and I filled out paperwork that didn't really have questions pertaining to a baby allergy, but I went with the flow. Talan walked around a bit, looked at the fishies then he saw the most amazing thing. A little old man pushing his little old wife in a wheelchair. They were sitting in the same waiting room and as soon as Talan locked eyes with that wheelchair he knew he had to push that thing. He dropped on his hands and knees and was on his way to push this amazing thing. He even lowered his head to cut out wind resistance. Sadly, he was stopped just short of an arm reach and I spent the next 15 minutes trying to keep him away from pushing a 90 year old woman down the hall and into a wall. Mission successful. 

Then it was our turn. 

The allergist was Dr. Mante. Judging by his accent I think he was from Zimbabwe. It was an amazing accent. Talan played on the floor while I explained the peanut situation. The Dr. was really surprised that he had had such a reaction to the nuts at such a young age, and looked at me in shock when I said that I have never given him anything with nuts knowingly. He had tons of questions for me and actually listened and wrote down everything I said. Dr. Mante said if he would have seen Talan as a young baby with his eczema he would have told me that because of
 his eczema he has a higher chance of allergies and we are well on our way to asthma. No eggs
 until 2 years old, if it doesn't walk on the land he can't have it until he is 3...and no nuts until he is 3. That would have been nice to have been told that one of the many trips I made to Ft. Belvoir to remedy this eczema problem. 

So, Talan is on a strict diet since he is now high risk due to having BOTH eczema and the peanut allergy...
no processed food, no nuts or foods that have been manufactured in the same factory as nuts, and no adult food. If it doesn't come from the baby isle it is off limits until he is 2. I told Dr.
 Mante that he eats ALOT! A gerber graduates meal is pretty much a snack for the 24.5 pound chunk-ball. 

He didn't have to get blood drawn. The dr said that he doesnt want to do the testing until it has been 3-4 weeks from the allergic reaction. So, I am now mentally preparing myself for Sept. 4th when we have to go see Dr. Mante again. He is going to take blood and do 1 skin prick with the
 peanuts. 

We were probably in the room talking to him for 45 minutes at least. He didn't act rushed or annoyed when he had to explain things more than a couple times. And he trained me with the epipen. (Talan didnt like it and it didn't even have the needle. Dr. Mante said, "he's going to cry...just ignore him.") Hopefully we wont ever have to use it. 

I also found out a piece of information about myself. Yesterday the idiot pediatrician said Talan probably got his eczema from me. When I retaliated with I don't have eczema, she said "yes you do. That is why your eyelids are flakey like that." I'm pretty sure she won the award for best
 bed-side manner. Anyway, Dr. Mante was talking about getting Talan a medical ID bracelet but said that the metal would irritate his eczema. My sister-in-law turned to me and said that was probably why I couldn't wear my wedding rings. Click. Light Bulb ON. So my georgeous black titanium ring is out since he said titanium could irritate eczema as well. I guess next time you see me I'll be sporting a tattoo on my ring finger.