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Poor little Scout woke up at 4am Saturday morning with intense pains in his lower abdomen.  He was able to get comfortable in some positions, but as soon as he moved, he would have a sharp and intense pain again.  After hours of misery, I finally called the nurse.  She questioned me and had me feel around his stomach to pinpoint the pain.  Her conclusion was that he needed to be seen.  When I asked what the possible ailments were, she mentioned an appendicitis.  (Which is still fresh in my mind from Jakey’s appendicitis a few weeks back.)  I asked her if 2 year olds get them, and she said “OH YEAH”.  So we headed over to Mission.  (Funny how stuff like this always happens on the weekend.)

We headed over, and my poor little baby was still miserable.  After an hour or so, they called him back.  Once they weighed him and took his height, he realized he wasn’t into the whole hospital experience, and started screaming, “Get me out of here!  I want to go home!”  When we finally got into the room, he was clinging onto me for dear life.  The nurse came in and took some info, and somewhere in there, I felt a warmth on my side.  My poor, little, perfectly potty-trained boy had wet his pants.  Almost immediately after, the nurse came in with a cup and told me that if it was possible to catch some of his potty in a cup, that it would be really helpful.  I showed him my side, and said it might be a while.  In the meantime, I told Scout the process of urinating in a cup, and told him I would help him when he needed to go again.  (The nurse also told me that kids his age usually had a hard time with it, so they might have to do things a different way — a worse way.)  I felt so bad for him at this point…especially since the totally uncrowded emergency room experience had already consumed over an hour of my little pain-ridden boy’s life.

And then suddenly….for no reason at all….he felt better.  He wanted to color.  He wanted to check out all of the machines in the room.  He wanted to jump off the ER bed.  He was rearing to go.  SWEET!  Glad I had already given our insurance info.  I felt like taking my kid and running before they started racking up the bill.

Then he told me he had to go potty.  He was totally excited to try out this cool new thing of urinating in a cup.  He got it just right, and I literally had to scream for him to stop before it overflowed.  Afterward, he inspected his potty like it was the coolest thing he had ever seen.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of it, and kept telling me step by step of how he did it.  He was literally so proud of his accomplishment.  I even snapped a picture with my phone.

When the doc finally came in (after all of this), she inspected him for a couple of things.  She also tested his potty — which really bothered Scout because he didn’t want anyone to take his cool new cup-o-urine away.  Everything came back clean, and we were on our way.  Breakfast at Ruby’s Diner afterward, was his little prize.  Yeah — he definitely felt fine.

I guess it is better to error on the side of caution — at least that is what my mom said because she was really the driving force behind me taking him to the hospital in the first place.  (I’ll send you the bill mom.)  But he was stoked to have been to the hospital just like B, Jake, Trey and Doey.  (Mostly Trey was mentioned, but the others got a shout out.)

The best part of the day…..when the nurse came back with his cup-o-urine, and said he could take it home.  He was SO excited to show everyone.  And on the way home, he told me everyone he was going to show.  My favorite was “Royal’s mom”, who was going to think he was “so big”.  When he got home and I made him take a nap, he asked if we could put it up on his shelf, “so [he] could just look at it.”  I put it there, and he even made me move it to a better spot.  And on his shelf it sits, like his own little personal trophy.  (Think there is a bacteria issue with that?)  (Tristen or Gary — are you guys still doing urine therapy?  Because I have some pretty potent stuff on my hands. Call me.)

Ickity Dickity Dock has spent the last two months mystifying me.  She constantly says a word — that I can not understand.  It is actually kind of frustrating, because I have tried to figure out the words many times — to no avail.  The main part of the word that I could understand was a “long e” sound.  At different points of these months, I thought she was saying “birdEE”, or “trEE”.  So after awhile, I just gave up.  I figured it would work itself out in time.

So a few days ago, I was in the other room and heard her say the word over and over.  And this time after she was saying the word, she was grunting really loud like if she wants another bite of dinner.  After she did this a few times, I headed in, and she was pointing to all of the books in the book case.  So I said, “Read”?  And she said, “rEEd”!!!!

Ever since, I have noticed that she is always saying “read” when we are in the “Family Night Room” (according to Scout), where all of the books are.  I also remember that quite a few times when she was saying the mystery word, she had a magazine.  So, while grasping at straws, I helped her find a “tree” in the magazine.  My poor little girl just wanted her mama to read to her.  Is that not so cute!!!  She was saying read all along.  So as a celebration — we headed to Borders Books to have a reading marathon.

Megan posted all of her photos from Navy’s first birthday party.  It is amazing how much better her photos are from her nice camera, than the ones from my point and shoot.  Here are a few more to look at –

I love her out of control hair.

When Megan does a party…she goes all out.  So when Chloe said she wanted a pig themed party, of course Megan got a real live pig for the attendees.  Scout had a great time, but I think Navy had the best time.  She was in her element all day long.

The table with everything pig.  Although this picture doesn’t feature the perfectly cooked pigs in a blanket that I prepared.

The millions of goody bags the party goers got to take with them.

Icka was a little hesitant, but ended loving the pig by the end.  She pet the pig without any problem.

Unlike Scout who was holding on to Trilby for dear life!

One of the many activities — painting individual piggy banks.

Icka — just hanging out with all of the girls who all loved her.

Icka with the birthday girl.  By the way — isn’t it cool that all of my kids cousins would hate a party (with their friends) if their cousins Scout and Navy weren’t there.

Sissy getting her squirt of whipped cream.  Delish!

Last but not least — my mom didn’t want the helium in the balloons go to waste.

Why is this woman purely CLASSIC!

Happy B-Day Chloe!

I just cleaned out our toy room, and am amazed at how many toys we have amassed over just a few years.  I am also surprised at how my kids focus on their few favorites time and time again.  It’s funny how I would have never bought half of the toys we have if I would have known that my kids would pass over them regularly.  Or how I would have bought multiples of some of our toys.  You just never know what your kids are going to kind of like, and what they are going to LOVE.  Well, in retrospect, I can say that the best money EVER spent on a toy was on this:

The mini Kick scooter.

Talk about the best scooter around.

Scout can be seen on his scooter at least one hour a day — on a slow day, and possibly up to three hours a day on a good day.

He rides it while I cook, while I am feeding Icka, and whenever anyone is downstairs to watch him — and that is only when he is inside.

His regular is to hop on his scooter, stop by the bread drawer, and scoot to his little heart’s delight.

Sometimes he is so anxious, he skips the whole part of putting his underpants on before he runs down to scoot.

For anyone looking for the best toy a little boy could love, INVEST.

It is worth every penny.