Hard Lessons Learned

Literally HARD! 

Today Kyler has learned the hard way what surfaces are hard. . . . .like:

This morning while i was taking my shower he was playing with the shower curtain, pulled himself to his knees and was playing pee-ka-boo then, an odd thing happened...he pulled himself up to his feet (mind you he does this maybe once every other day, not a common thing) He then found it to be very entertaining to pound the inside of the tub, but that was not good enough...so he reached in further and before i could grab him( i was washing my hair) he fell in, ya face first into the tub full of big peoples soap that burns unsuspecting eyes that fell into it. Needless to say he was drenched, my shower came to a quick halt and we both exited the shower for the rest of the day...him with a red nose, red eyes, and a bump on the forehead, me with a half washed body.

Next....

Once he was dressed..again...and i got dressed we went to work...yup playing with the millions of toys he has...but none would to the trick this morning...he had a death wish...he pulled himself up again to his feet ( i am now thinking it will happen much more often!) and fell face first into the basket full of toys...again.... massive amounts of tears...but no bumps this time!!

He learned another....

That is not all that new around this house, actually quite old...he crawled under the fateful mean ol coffee table and smacked his head of the ledge...he does this 10 times a day, you would think he would learn something as basic as crawling under coffee table=pain....

Nope still not done (note this all happened before noon today)

ok i have to add a note to this one...this one was one of the worst...and it was my own fault it happened, not the innocent curious little boy that i love so much.
Ok see that massive piece of wood...well to be exact it is the piece of our counter top that was removed for our sink...yes very big, yes, VERY heavy. I brought it in the other day to bottle chicken....and never took it back out of the kitchen. It was leaning against the wall, and every time i saw it i thought, "i know better, Ky is going to be hurt by it" do you think i listened to myself...nope. So today, after 2 weeks or so of it laying against the wall he found it, pulled it, and it landed directly on his head....oh sad Tigger! He got a good bump on his forehead from it too. Needles to say it is out where it belongs now.


So all in one day i think Ky has had a day full of lessons i don't imagine he wanted to learn!
Here is him from the other day playing in the kitchen, with the chairs...what a cute monkey he is!! (i might be biased)

1. He thought he was so cool playing under the chair!
2. He could not for the life of him figure out how to get out, and like a mean ol mom i told him to get himself out of the mess he got himself into (i did provide lots of encouraging words!)
3. He figured he could lean hard on the dowel and pull up his entire body (the actually getting over not pictured, cause i didnt want a broken head when he finally got through, and went to be right next to him just in case)
4. His super satisfaction that he did it...might i add without mommys help

Top TEN!

Here are the top ten things he has accomplished the last month (not in any particular order)
1. Will make the "wooo" for what the doggie says
2. Climbing on everything, only to his knees though, it is a rare occasion when he will actually pull himself to his feet.
3. LOVES to pull out drawers and pull himself up with it.

Only problem is he doesn't know how to get back down, so he either hits his head or cry's till someone comes and saves him.

4. Got pneumonia
5. Got Geardia
6. Has taken 3 different antibiotics, and had 3 antibiotic shots (just in the last 4 weeks!)
7. Visited the Primary Children's GI specialist

No major problems, fewww! Just have to have him tested in 2 weeks to makes sure the Geardia is gone. 

8. Is completely weaned....he did it himself...mom wanted to continue....he had other plans! :)
9. Loves, Loves, Loves his daddy!

The other day I had to wake him up to take him to the Dr. so I rubbed his back, and then walked over to put diapers in his bag...he sleepily turned his head, said "dada" with a hopeful tone, i said, "no, mama" and he then turned his head away from me and tried to go to sleep again. He loves his dada, and misses him like crazy during the week when he is at work. 

10. He can place the shapes in the shape sorter toy! This was a proud mama moment for me! He is one smart cookie!


This has been a rough month for us. Ky got sick right after his 9 month mark and seriously, no joke, is just barley getting back into the swing of things. Even on his sickest nights, we were able to get some of the cutest, cheesiest grins out of this boy. I am amazed at how happy he can be at times, when i know he has to be feeling like crap. Don't get me wrong now, he has defiantly had his moments when nothing will make him happy, and just wants to cry and snuggle, but even at 2am, rocking a precious little boy back to sleep, it is a moment that I am grateful i have him, grateful i have someone to worry about, life would be so empty with out this little monkey.

No More Sweets

My name is Marci Childs, and I love sugar. Never thought I loved it so much, but really, I think do. Another thing about me is that when i REALLY set my mind to something, and have someone to keep me in check, i can do it, usually with only minimal complaining. :)
So I am publishing my goal to not eat sugar until further notice. Now this is not forever...i told Brandon that push come to shove and i haven't broke my goal...i get Christmas Candy.
I need to explain that this means, pie, cookies, brownies, licorice, Ice Cream, candy, and regular soda....but NOT Diet Pepsi. I will now explain why......
CAUSE I JUST GOT TO WHERE I CAN DRINK IT! I vowed not to drink it while i was pregnant, and stopped before i even got pregnant, just in case...so 3 months before i even got pregnant with Ky i stopped, and have not drank it until recently because once Ky was born i vowed not to drink it while i was nursing.
Diet Pepsi is my guilty pleasure, and while i know soda is not good for you, and know that caffeine is addicting, and know that i can resist it because it has been a good 21 months of not having it, I am not going to withhold drinking it, because as soon as i get pregnant again, i will have to give it up, and i would like to enjoy it for a short while. I will promise to drink Caffeine Free Diet Pepsi when available, but that is as far as i will go.
I really would like to be successful at this. I have given up sugar before. 3 months before graduation, mom said if i could not eat it for the next 3 months she would get me a new dress for graduation (dumbly i agreed, like she wouldn't have gotten me one anyway!). But i did it, so i would like to do it again, but longer.

So here is my plan simply explained for my own benefit
1. No Sweets(pie, cookies, brownies, licorice, Ice Cream, candy, regular soda, etc)
2. No soda (except my guilty pleasure)
3. The only exceptions will be Ky's, Brandon's, and my birthday cake
4. I will do so until further notice, or until December 15th
5. Once a month I will post my success of a sugar free month, or have to admit to you all that I gave in to temptation. 
I think that about sums it up. Here is to a sugar free life!

Tender Mercy

See the adorable Grandma in this picture....

This Picture was taken on her 89th birthday last year. She was the most amazing, loving, wonderful, selfless person in the whole world. She passed away this last October, and I along with all my cousins, uncles, aunts, brothers, and my dear mom have missed her so much. She lived an exemplary life, one that will live on for all of our lives and her cute grandma ways live on in our heads. 

What brought on all of this remembering today...I was given some of her skirts and I wore one today, and I felt like she was with me all day. From the minute I put it on, it was like she was wrapped around me, I could catch a glimpse of her smell from the skirt, and oh the memories would flood back. I loved this woman more than anything! 

The funnier part of this day and just another testimony to me she was wrapped around me is a little revealing into my inter-workings, but I have to disclose them for this all to make sense. 

I. Hate. Ironing. I have always hated it, and I will always hate it. I remember being little and being asked to iron shirts for the boys, or table clothes for nice occasions, and I remember hating it...seriously! Now that I am a wife and mommy...I don’t honestly think Brandon has seen me iron more than maybe once in the 3 years we have been married. Sad I know, but the dryer and a towel works just great for me, and I have never had a problem with doing it that way.

On the other hand...my dear selfless amazing grandmother, would starch and iron my grandpas shirts before he wore them, which was often because he is a temple worker. Everything was nicely pressed that she wore, and I am sure that she could wear out an iron, were as I am just breaking mine out I got 3 years ago. 

Ok with all that said, this morning, I put on her shirt, dang cute if you ask me, and went to put on a shirt and it was super wrinkled...so wrinkled it would have taken a good spinnin in the dryer and a very wet towel to get them out, and I had 5 minutes to get out the door…so I HAD TO IRON IT! I went upstairs to my craft room where my iron is, and I just giggled to my self...it was as if my Grandma was telling me if I was going to wear her skirt, I was going to look presentable as well. I ironed my shirt, walked back downstairs and had a great day at church. 

I had to write this all down, because while it may seem incidental to you all, it was very dear and special to my heart. I wanted to remember it. So there you have it, do you think I am ever going to be able to wear any of her clothes and not remember to iron the shirt I wear with it....I highly doubt it. 

Love you Grandma, thanks for walking with me today.

Uh Oh!

I went in to get Kyler up from his nap....and this is what i found

(he didn't even cry when i left him in there to grab my camera! this confirms to me that he does finally feel better!)

Yup the crib is going to have to go down another notch...we have a little boy who is learning to pull himself up!
He is only getting up on his knees, but i imagine it is only a matter of time before he ventures onto his little feetys!

Opposition

 2 Nephi 2: 11 For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things. If not so, my first-born in the wilderness, righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither good nor bad. Wherefore, all things must needs be a compound in one; wherefore, if it should be one body it must needs remain as dead, having no life neither death, nor corruption nor incorruption, happiness nor misery, neither sense nor insensibility. 

So this past week we have been met with a little opposition, and while honestly it has been one of the roughest weeks with Ky in the 9 months that i have been his mama, i have to see the brighter side. I have to see what I have learned...and that is a whole lot of things i am going to blog about because this is my only journal, and it always helps build your testimony when you share it so here is what i learned this past week from my opposition:

#1: I am so extremely grateful for
 a: my mom who was my support the entire time....i would die without her
 b: My husband who is worthy of his Priesthood and could give my very sick little guy a blessing on a moments notice.
c: Doctors. Laying in bed last night thinking about what good could have possibly come from this in my life, and I couldn't help but to think of how grateful i am that doctors give up so much to learn what they do so they can serve us all.
With Chase in med school I get a glimpse of what it takes to become a Dr and it is not easy. He gives up lots and lots of precious time with his little family, and with all of his and Missy's families. It truly is a sacrifice on their part to learn what they do, to serve us.
I think sometimes we get caught up on how stinkin expensive drs are...i know i do...LOTS...but in the end I am still so extremely grateful for them and for what they do all of us.
d: I am grateful for medicine. I am normally not a pill popper kinda person...I think we are all a little to dependent sometimes on pills for a fix all....with that said...i am grateful that we have medicine so when used correctly it can heal us.

#2 I learned how rewarding/challenging being a mom is all about
I love being a mom with every fiber of my being. Its all I ever wanted to do when i "grew up". I never knew then how hard it would be to actually be a mom. Even babysitting my entire life, and doing daycare, i still had no idea that being a mom could be so trying at times. But, even though it tests your patience, there is so much more that is so wonderful about it. This week just snuggling with Ky, trying to figure out how to make him happy, and succeeding, and having him sleep on my chest all make the other times so worth it.

I am so grateful for the gospel in my life, and am grateful for the perspective it puts things in.



I guess I should explain what we have been experiencing this past week. Tuesday of last week i had his 9 month checkup so  i took him in and while i was there told him he was getting a cough, so he checked his ears and throut, but nothing, so he said to just watch him and if he got worse to bring him in...ya by Thursday he was SICK. We had been up all night with him crying and being so fussy. So we returned to the Dr. Friday to find that he had a really bad ear infection on one side and a developing one on the other (curse the dang Petersen genes for that) so we got some antibiotics for him to take and went home. That night Ky woke up screaming and crying again...i tried to nurse him back to sleep, but he would not...then i checked his bum to find that he had blood in his poop. This happened when he was 3 months as well when on antibiotics, so i thought i would just watch it and take him to the Dr Monday. But things just progressively got worse and 2 or 3 times we seriously considered taking him into the ER (this is because we have no such thing as Urgent care here). His cough was bad, and the blood was worse than before. I honestly was worried about RSV...but when we went to the Dr Monday morning... we found (might i add after a tramatizing trip for mom and Ky to radiology for a chest X-ray) that he had Pnmonia. No wonder why he cough was so horrible. The Dr gave him a rocephin shot in his little thigh and sent us home to return again the next day. He had us give a stool sample to him to send to the lab and set up an appointment to Primary Childrens GI specialist for April (sad that was thier soonest appointment) to see why he keeps having this problem. I have to add that he stopped eating and drinking bottles and nursing since Friday afternoon too... and when i would get him to eat he threw it up. STRESS! So yesterday he was feeling lots better, but still not eating or drinking so he got another shot to make sure he was getting medicine and the antibiotic he was getting wasn't being thrown up or going straight through him.
Today he is MUCH MUCH better! He is moving all over and is finally eating and taking a bottle. Ya his neglect of eating finished us off as far as nursing...the little man just weened himself! I must say i am a little sad to stop nursing. I quite enjoyed that time together but he just didnt care to anymore...i by far am more tore up about it than he is!
So there is our week...blah!
Here is my sick boy:

  Yes i blured myself in this...not a great picture of me! :)

See those purple eyelids and glassy eyes..poor boy! The picture is from my phone so it isnt perfect