Posted by: allisonbarton | February 6, 2010

Snow Day!

For most people, a Saturday is a day off (at least from work). It’s a day to run errands, play with kids, go out with friends. Today, I was supposed to have a day of clinical. The third day in a row waking up at 5 to be at a hospital all day, and I was exhausted. With news of the impending snow storm, I had thought about calling off and doing a makeup day. I knew that they wouldn’t touch our street, and that the busses would be late, if they came at all.

At 11 pm last night, I received a call: No clinical!

I woke up with Alex at a little before 7am, a nice sleep in these days. We had a leisurely morning, making breakfast, drinking coffee and milk, playing with cars, and watching a bit of a movie.

The snow outside was beautiful. I couldn’t not let him play it in, regardless of the fact that we have neither snow pants nor snow boots for Alex. We ventured out.

"This is silly..."

“This is silly.”

While we’ve had a few snow storms this winter, we’ve never really let Alex play in it. Without snow boots, I rarely even let him walk in it unless it was less than an inch. Today I had to make an exception, and Alex wasn’t really sure what to do with himself.

Playing with snow

While I wouldn’t say he had fun, he certainly seemed to find it fascinating. He picked it up, threw it around, dug in it, pushed it in various directions and, naturally, ate it:

Love this face

“It’s yucky. I don’t wike it. It’s too cold.”

To earn his keep, we put him to work. Sadly, he’s a bit too small to have been of any help. Especially considering the snow reached his chest:

Shoveling

Today? Was a good day. Alex had some awesome quality time with us, I had the opportunity to make waffles and hot cocoa, and I never changed out of my pajamas. Tomorrow is back to school, but today was the first day that I’ve been able to really take a break.

Today was definitely a good day.

Pretty Kid

Posted by: allisonbarton | January 28, 2010

The Darndest Things

Me: Let’s play hide and seek! I’ll count to ten, and you go hide. Then I’ll come find you!
Alex: ::running away:: Otay! I be hiding!
Me: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! Ready or not, here I come!
Alex: ::running towards me:: Heaw I am!

I don’t think he quite grasps the concept.

Me: I love you.
Alex: You wuv me?
Me: Very much.
Alex: Thanks.

Me: Alex, you’re so cute!
Alex: Noooo…I not cute, you’re cute!
Me: Aw, thanks. But seriously…how did you get to be so cute? I guess it’s in your genes.
Alex: ::looks down at his pants, puts his hands in his pocket, pulls out a quarter:: Dis? You gave me dis in my pants? It’s so cwute!

Alex: Ick. I don’t wike dis cheese.
Me: That’s probably because it’s sharp.
Alex: Oh! Oww…it’s sharp! Oww! Yucky cheese. ::puts his hand near it:: Ow! Sharp!

In the middle of doing just about anything: “Mommy, you wike dis? You wike dis movie/food/game?”

Me: Alex, are you are a boy or a girl?
Alex: I’m a boy!
Me: Is daddy a boy or a girl?
Alex: Daddy’s a boy! He’s a good boy.
Me: Am I a boy or a girl?
Alex: Noooo…you’re just mommy!
Me: I’m not a girl?
Alex: No!
Me: If daddy’s a good boy, can I be a good girl?
Alex: Noooo…you’re mommy! You’re not a good girl. [Name of girl at daycare] is a good girl!
Me: But I’m not? I’m not a girl?
Alex: No. You’re silly. You’re just mommy.

Me: ::walking downstairs after getting ready for the day:: Hi, buddy!
Alex: Hi, mommy! Ooooh…you’re pwetty!
Me: Aw, thanks, sweetie! You’re pretty, too!
Alex: Nooooo…I not pwetty. I’m cwute!

Me: Alex, are you hungry? Do you want your snack?
Alex: No. I’m fine. I’m just playing. Are you hungry?

Alex

Posted by: allisonbarton | January 24, 2010

Mwen Regret Sa

I lack the writing skills to properly explain the situation. Even if I sat here for hours, editing my thoughts, I would never succeed in communicating the contradictions of emotions that these children have brought to me. Honestly, I don’t even know if my own brain can comprehend it all.

Last night, I had the opportunity to spend the night with the remaining orphans. I believe there were about fourteen of them, though I spent my time with the youngest three: a ten month old who was only twelve pounds, a one year old who looked six months old, and a healthy, babbling, vibrant one year old girl.

These children are breathtaking. They are beautiful, smart, so loving to one another, and amazingly resilient. These children will forever be in my heart, and I only spent 6 hours with them. I will think of them often, and hope that they have every opportunity to continue to be the amazing people they are.

I don’t speak any creole, and very, very, little french, so my communication with the older children was limited at best. “Bonjou” does not simply mean hello or good afternoon (like “bonjour” in french does), it means “good day” and is used only before 11am. A five year old girl, when I greeted her with “bonjou!” smiled at me and said, “non, bonswa!” giggling with bright eyes. I attempted to ask her how she was, but I only knew how to do so in french. “Comment ça va?” She giggled again, understanding my botched french accent, and replied: “Non! Komon ou ye?… Mwen byen! Mesi!” She ran off in her pajamas to play with her friends, the other orphaned children.

The children all went to bed around eight, and I sat in the infant room listening to the three babies sleeping in the donated pack ‘n plays.

These children? Are amazing.

This morning I woke up with Alex. I woke up to his little voice singing, “Moooooommmmyyy!” Over breakfast, he told me: “You weft wast night. I cwied. Daddy put spaceships on the TV!” I took the time to explain to him where I was and what I was doing. I told him that I had spent the night with children who don’t have mommies and daddies.

“No Mommy? Oh…dey’re sad.”

I told him that they may be a little sad, but most of them were actually very happy. They had each other, and wonderful big people to take of them, I explained.

Alex looked at me, very seriously, and told me: “No…dey’re sad. Dey don’t have a mommy? Dey’re sad.”

I hugged him extra tight, gave him a kiss on his cheek, and told him I loved him.

Alex

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Posted by: allisonbarton | January 2, 2010

Cwimps-muhss, Oh My

This was Alex’s first Christmas, in many ways. While he has technically had two before this one, this was the first one he had the beginnings of understanding. He knew that it meant we got to bring a “tree? Inside!?” and that there would be presents for him. He knew that we would visit family and have the opportunity to “eat yummy tweats!” He also had some inkling that a man with a red hat would be bringing him gifts and that this man was named Santa.

Now, the whole Santa thing is probably the only thing Zach and I have a bit of a disagreement about. I’m not a fan of Santa, but we will be doing the Santa thing regardless of my feelings about it. This year was no exception, and Alex got a few presents from Santa under the tree.

Santa didn’t get the opportunity to give Alex very many “good” presents, and the ones that were there first thing in the morning for Alex to enjoy were not particularly well received.

Sitting in front of the tree, unwrapped, were two adorable stuffed animals. The kind of stuffed animals that you touch and can’t fathom how they got to be so amazingly soft. The kind of stuffed animals that are just perfect for cuddling.

When Alex saw them, he said, “Pooh and Tigger! Where’s Mickey? I want a Mickey.”

Whoops. I guess Santa didn’t get the memo that Tigger and Pooh are out and Mickey is in.

Christmas Morning

Fortunately, Alex received a Woody and Buzz from us that he is in love with, and life basically couldn’t be any better for a two year old. He runs around playing with them for the majority of the day, making them talk to each other and telling us all about their adventures:

Buzz: “To affinity…and be-onnnn!”

Woody: “You are a toy! You can’t fly!”

“Woody says, ‘howdy howdy howdy!’”

“Buzz has wings on! He can fly! Look, he can fly with Woody! Wooooosh!”

And he surprised us with this one, which I’m not sure is a part of the movie. And if it is a part of the movie, I wish he hadn’t picked it up. But if it isn’t a part of the movie, well…where did he pick it up?

Woody: “Buzz, you want a piece of me?”

Oh, My.

Woody!

Posted by: allisonbarton | December 16, 2009

The Happenings: Mobile Phone Edition

There has been a lot of giggling when I’ve actually been able to spend time with Alex.

Mobile Uploads

Mobile Uploads

There have been a couple of morning trips for last minute breakfast. In case you were wondering: Alex loves “cweam cheese” and eats the entire bagel:

Mobile Uploads

We purchased, trimmed and set up our Christmas Tree!:

Mobile Uploads

We’ve all gained approximately eleventy-million pounds, thanks to cookies and other delicious holiday treats:

Mobile Uploads

And, of course, there have been adorable, heart-melting, cuddles:

Mobile Uploads


Also? Alex has moved to a toddler bed! The same bed that his father slept in as a toddler, with a fresh paint job. The bed is shaped like a car and was handmade by Alex’s grandfather about 23 years ago.

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Posted by: allisonbarton | December 2, 2009

One, Two, Three and Bumblebee

The car, wearing a diaper. Naturally.

What, you don’t put your robot-car in a diaper?

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A failed attempt at posing with the toy.

"Where's Alex?" "I hiding REAWY well."

He’s not the best at hiding. Especially because when you say, “Where is Alex?” he either says, “I’m here!” or “I’m hiding!” or, my favorite, “I’m hiding reawy well right…here!”

Posted by: allisonbarton | November 26, 2009

Thanks

This year, more than ever before, I am thankful for my and my family’s overall health. While there have been a number of scary moments throughout the past year, including my own surgery, Alex’s struggling to breath, Zach’s father spending a week in the hospital, and my great aunt being diagnosed with myasthenia gravis, I am thankful that we were all helped. We have health insurance, and for that I am thankful. We have the ability to pay for what isn’t covered, and for that I am thankful. We have each other, a support system, and for that I am very thankful.

I have only been in nursing school for three months, but I have spent over 300 hours working with patients in the hospital. Some are relatively healthy, most are not. Some have family, a lot do not. Some have health insurance, others will be bankrupt after they leave the hospital and receive the bill. Some got better, a few did not.

This year, I am thankful for what I can do. It may not be much as a student nurse, but I have witnessed firsthand what a difference the little I can do makes to a patient. From helping with a bath and changing sheets, to actually listening to what they have to say and going out of my way to get them food that they will consume, to giving them pain medication when their nurse is struggling to keep up with her patient load.

I am grateful that I live the way I do: with Zach and Alex, in a good neighborhood, near my mother and soon near Zach’s parents. We may struggle, but at the end of the day we have food in our bellies, clothes on our back, and a really, amazingly, wonderful life.

Today, I am thankful for a lot.

Today, I hosted Thanksgiving for the first time. And I am thankful that my mother came over early to help me prepare.

Today, Alex said “tankooo” about 50 times. And for that? I am thankful. Those simple words tell me that he is happy, healthy, and becoming a wonderful little man.

Two years ago, we celebrated Alex’s first Thanksgiving:

Thanksgiving 2007

This year we had a friend of the family over with her son. And for the first time, I witnessed Alex truly interacting with another child. They spent almost the entire afternoon and evening playing together, and for that? I am thankful.

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I am thankful regardless of the fact that a large chunk of that “interacting” was…active, let’s say.

Wrestling

And for the record, I’m also thankful for sweater vests and the simple pleasure that a paper napkin can bring to a toddler.

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Posted by: allisonbarton | November 18, 2009

He’s Hypothermic

Alex: I takin’ my temp-ture!

Me: Oh yeah? Do you have a fever?

Alex: Yeah.

Me: What is your temperature?

Alex: Ninety-four!

It was still 94 when I asked him again later.

Kids. They amuse me.

Posted by: allisonbarton | November 12, 2009

The Plague

The Plague came, and good grief I wish the last little lingering fight it has would just leave.

Alex came down with something about three weeks ago: fever, nasty cough, “thwoat huwts!”, constantly running nose. He seemed to recover pretty well, only to come down with another something nasty yesterday.

During his cough, I came down with the same thing. Fever (up to 102.6, high but nothing serious at all), sniffly, hacking up a lung, and busy answering the dreaded question: “Do you have Swine Flu?!”

I don’t actually know the answer to that. It’s possible it was Swine Flu, and it’s possible it was just a flu, and it’s also possible it was just a nasty, nasty, cold that then turned into a sinus infection. (And oh my god sinus infections are awful! This was my first, and it’s still hanging around, though it’s not causing me any pain at this point. Phew!) Regardless, Alex was fine after that illness, and I’m fine. And chances are if you catch it, you’ll be fine.

But here’s the thing: The flu kills people. Every year. Especially babies, young children, the elderly and anyone who has other conditions that put them in a compromised health status. And this current flu? Is hurting otherwise perfectly healthy individuals.

While it may not hurt you, it does hurt others. So if you are telling yourself, “I don’t need to get vaccinated against the flu. I probably won’t get it, and if I do it’s not a big deal!” you are right…kind of. But the thing about immunizations that most people seem to not understand: it’s not only about you. It’s about protecting others.

The more people that don’t get the flu, the more people won’t die from it. By preventing yourself (and your family) from getting it, you are also preventing the people you come in contact with from getting it. By immunizing yourself, you are protecting people who are unable to get vaccinated and who could become deathly ill. You are protecting the people who, for whatever reason, the immunization did not work on.

It’s not only about you, it’s about others. If you have the ability to get vaccinated, you should do it. Or at least think about what not getting vaccinated means: it means you may get sick, which means you may have to take time off of work, pay for medicine, find someone to watch your kids while you are struggling with a fever; it means you will probably get someone else in your life sick; it means you may carry around the illness and give it to someone who couldn’t be protected from it and could end up in the hospital because of it.

Yes, I am pro-vaccine. Absolutely, unapologetically, pro-vaccine. It is a choice that each person must make for themselves, and I would neither force a vaccine on someone nor judge them harshly for choosing not to get a vaccine. But this year, with this flu, we are going to see a lot of people die. More than the seasonal flu, and more “healthy” people than usual. Earlier this week, there were multiple people in the ICU (at the hospital I work in) with the H1N1 flu, one of whom was 6 months pregnant and in a coma.

Yesterday, we took Alex to the pediatrician because he was having trouble breathing. The night before, he had a runny nose and a cough. In the morning, he was still coughing, and it’s possible he had a slight fever. By the time he woke up from his nap at daycare, he was wheezing, using his whole body to take in shallow breaths, and was in clear distress. He’s an otherwise healthy kid, but whatever he managed to catch in the last few days? Made him unable to breath. It’s possible it wasn’t a flu, but if it was something that could have been prevented? Well…a sigh is all I have for that.

Nebulizer

Posted by: allisonbarton | November 5, 2009

Why I Love This Age

So far, two has been a pretty amazing age. I’m still not over my fascination with Alex’s language development, and I have a sneaking suspicion I won’t be over it for a long time.

Because my time is limited these days (and by “limited” I mean “practically-non-existent-oh-my-god-how-is-it-November-holy-crap-I-have-how-many-tests-next-week-good-lord-did-my-son-grow-eight-inches-since-I-last-saw-him”), instead of making potentially entertaining posts about individual occurrences, here are two Alex snippets:

Instead of naming the colors (which he knows for the most part), he has decided it is much more entertaining to name what color it is not. Case in point: The other night I took out four crayons, each a different color, and asked him, “What color is that crayon?”

“It’s not blue!”

“Yes, but what color is it?”

“Umm…it’s not yellow!”

“Yes, but what color is it?”

“Umm…it’s not…orange!”

(For the record, it was a red crayon. And it was also not purple or white.)

Anyone who has had any experience with toddlers can tell you this, but: sometimes, they make no sense. None. Zilch. Zip. Nada. It’s not only because the way they say words is, well, less than perfect, it’s also because sometimes they just say really, unbelievably, random things.

Alex was drawing (again) tonight, and started talking about pandas. Nice pandas, mean pandas. A panda playing with a shark, who had eyes…and a tail.

Me: Whatchu talkin’ about, Willis?

Alex: Nooooo, Mommy! I not Wiwus, I’m Ass-ix!”

My little Alex. Who is not Willis. Or red, blue, purple, pink, orange or yellow.

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