Sawyer has croup/RSV

Tru has RSV

Hud has an ear infecton & RSV

I have pneumonia or RSV pending results.

Scott- wades around in other people’s poo all day so he has an immunity system of steel. Bastard.

Which is why this mama is up at 12 even though I am so beyond exhausted from today. And the Prednisone. It makes me really hyper.

Me @ the hospital waiting for our prescriptions last night. The mask was more for me not to get MORE sick since I don’t really know how contagious I could be after being sick for a month. Seriously- I went to the doctor 1/4 but was told it was just a bug. If this a bug- it’s def a cockroach. (bah-dum-chhhhhhh)

& I guess I’m gonna go get Sawyer out of bed to sleep with me ’cause these seal barks are so freaking sad. My poor sick girl.

-Watch Wow Wow Wubzzy in Mom’s bed.

-Take a long shower by yourself because you’re 2.

-Get dressed & head to Starbucks for a chocolate milk & birthday cake donut.

-Head to the toy store to play in the play area & let baby brother & sister buy you stuff.

-Go to play at Coyote Point with Dad, Mom, Aunt &  siblings.

-Have lunch at Jeffrey’s.

-Buy a shitton of balloons.

-Decorate the entire house YGG style.

-Order pizza.

-Have pizza, cupcakes & open presents with parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts.

-Pass out an hour after bedtime with no complaints.

]]> http://www.emmiebee.com/2011/01/21/formula-for-the-best-second-birthday-ever/feed/ 30 http://www.emmiebee.com/2011/01/19/happy-birthday-to-my-sweet-baby-boy/ http://www.emmiebee.com/2011/01/19/happy-birthday-to-my-sweet-baby-boy/#comments Thu, 20 Jan 2011 07:09:34 +0000 Emmie Bee http://www.emmiebee.com/?p=5073 I can’t tell you how it’s possible, but my life started the day you were born. It’s that simple. It’s like your first breath was my own.
As corny as it sounds- that’s the only way I can explain what becoming a mother felt like.
And I remember those first few hours of your life. Hugging you close & imagining our lives together. I remember how grateful I felt that you were mine & how our lives would never be the same.
You have delivered more than I could have imagined & you, my son, are nothing short of amazing. You approach everything you do with everything you have. And for the last two years I have been in awe of your exuberant spirit.
I don’t have some groundbreaking way to tell you how much I love you. Just that I love you. And that I will always be here to support you. I will always be your biggest fan.
In these past two years I have watched you grow from a 6 pound 10oz blob of baby into this two year old before me. It’s hard for me to think that your new skill of walking is already over a year old & everyday you do something new to top the thing you did the day before. I couldn’t be more proud of the person you are becoming. Happy. Kind. Tenacious. Loving. Hilarious.
It’s been an amazing journey so far, & I cannot wait to see where the next 60 years takes us together.
Happy 2nd Birthday, Hudson.
Love, Mommy
*Editor’s Note: HOW HAS IT BEEN TWO YEARS?! It’s like as soon as I had kids time sped up to warp speed & I am left standing here wondering WTF just happened. I’m afraid to blink. Seriously.*

I updated my Christmas 2011 Wish list today to get rid of stuff I got & add some new stuff.

Also? My birthday isn’t for another two months.

So- I’ll probably edit this a few times.

Birthday 2011 by Emmiebee

Behold:
Emily’s Christmas 2010 Most Wanted
or
Emily is high on crack because she’s not getting ANY of this shit.
or
Scott I hope you are reading and secretly won the lottery.

Christmas 2010 by Emmiebee featuring sabre sunglasses

And lastly,
These two items since I couldn’t get them to fit on my set:
Mossimo Afternoon Tea Coat
Old Navy Ruffled Dress, in Black.
Tiffany Metro Ring

TODAY. WAS. AN. EPIC. FAILLLLLLLL.

So last week I may have briefly mentioned that Scott’s van was in the shop for well over a week? And how my car broke down on the way to pick his car up from the shop only for his car to STILL be broken and require 3 more days at SERRAMONTE FORD, which in our opinion are notorious for putting under warranty issues on the far far far back burner and keeping our van for an average of 10 days for problems that take 1 day to fix.

We made it through that alive. Sure, Scott couldn’t work as much because most of his tools were 15 miles away at the shop. Sure, it was also the month we had to pay two registrations for cars that suck a big fat dee-ick. And our cat (who can’t have more than 3 lives left) who had to have 3/4 of a digit amputated & has since had 3 infections and bills totaling a house payment. So, going into November we were already in a small hole. Things in October weren’t going our way. We were keeping our chins up, though & keeping on & all that positiveness that I usually try to exude.

Then there was yesterday.

When Scott’s van broke down AGAIN, less than a week after it’s return.

And today?

My car that inexplicably took yet ANOTHER giant shit on my life & broke down as well.

We have no cars. Scott cannot work. We are already in a hole from last month & cannot go out to make the money to get out of the hole as that hole JUST. GETS. DEEPER.

Normally, as you know, I wouldn’t say this is a huge deal. I don’t want to dramatize things, but it really was the worst day I can remember. Around 3 PM, if you visited my house you’d have seen my husband in the front of the house swearing at the top of his lungs and slamming car doors while I sobbed to my mom asking “Whyyyyyy!???? WHY USSSS!?!?!WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS BULLSHITTERY!?!?!” (yes, now it does sound over dramatized. Noted.)

But seriously.

Scott is such a hard working man. He gets up everyday & works his ass off for our family. He is a the sole income for exactly 4 humans & 3 pets. 7 mammals are dependent on his income for basically everything. He’s a 30 year old man with so much on his plate. A home. A business. A (large-ish) family. Lots of financial demands. And I think he’s cracking under the weight of that. And I can’t fix it. I don’t have the ability to go get a job that pays enough to match his income & take some burden off of him. I don’t possess the ability to leave my children in someone else’s care, even if I wanted to. I appreciate Scott SO MUCH & just wish there was a way to actually EASE his burden. I mean, I am there & supportive- but that doesn’t make this kind of stuff any easier. And, I’ll be first to admit, Scott is less than mature about how he handles stressful situations- which obviously helps NONE.

And this van, my car, the added bills & under work this last month are leaving us worn out & tired & feeling beaten down as a family. It has left us shaking our heads asking “Why us? When do WE get a break?” Yes, we are happy & healthy. We have SO. MUCH. to be grateful for, but sometimes it is so hard to not stomp your feet & throw a toddler sized tantrum over the fact that being an adult is SO. DAMN. HARD. SOMETIMES.

I was 3000 miles away in the suburb of San Francisco I grew up in. I didn’t personally lose anyone. I didn’t lose anyone in the resulting military action. I was lucky. But still? It changed my life. I know it’s trite. Saying 9/11 changed my life sounds stupid when I write it aloud. But it did. Because it’s one of those moments in history where time STOPS.

My husband & I had been in our very 1st apartment for about 6 months. We still owned a RADIO ALARM CLOCK. And that alarm clock was tuned to KSJO. There were two dudes who had a morning show called LaMont & Tanelli (not sure if I spelled that correctly). They were funny guys. Their schtick was elaborate crank calls on Friday mornings. But, every morning we listened- half sleeping because neither one of us actually woke up to turn off the alarm. Which is why our alarm went off at 6. 14 minutes after the 1st plane hit.

And they said it a few times. That the WTC was hit by a plane. It registered after just a minute or two & we raced to the living room to turn on the TV. Where within minutes- I saw another plane enter the picture.

I said to Scott “holy shit! Is that anoth…?”

Just as the plane hit. We watched it hit. And my heart sank. On live TV, I watched it happen. And though I wasn’t standing in NYC- in fact I had never been- I was heartbroken. Heartbroken. Because at 18 years old I had never seen something like it. Because at 18 & a political enthusiast- I knew before I turned on the TV that it was no accident. Up until this very moment in time, I had never had a second thought as to the United States power to protect us. We were the US & things like this just didn’t happen.

And we were glued. We got dressed and drove to a local diner for breakfast. Everyone there was talking about it. How we had watched the bodies fall from the sides of the buildings. How we watched literally with suspended breath as the towers fells and the cloud of debris rose. The Pentagon. Flight 93. How everything was different.

We got to work, which was probably the worst day I ever had at that job aside form the day I quit. (I normally loved that job, for the record.)  It was pretty much like business as usual- like nothing had happened. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me sort of angry. It was like the twilight zone. “HELLLLO!? DID ANY OF YOU JUST SEE THAT!?!”

Today, as all three of my children & my husband nap in the living room, I am watching MSNBC “As it Happened” It is basically the exact news footage as it happened on 9/11/01. And I am watching it all over again. The fear and confusion in the newscaster’s voices and faces. The second plane hitting The South Tower. The Towers crumbling. Live on TV, 9 years later. And I am crying.

The world changed. It really did. Even though I wasn’t an eyewitness- I witnessed it.

It took me till 2007 to see Ground Zero in person, it was still a crater in an amazing city that everywhere else you looked was busting at the seams. And it was bigger than I had imagined. It was more moving than I had imagined. With fresh roses & letters attached all over the cyclone fence surrounding the massive area. My days in NYC prior to visiting Ground Zero made my experience more emotional in the way that I really did LOVE New York. The people were nicer than I imagined. The city was cleaner & more beautiful & more rich with culture and wonder. I actually felt safer at 2AM in NYC with my 16 year old brother- than I do walking my dogs at 11PM in my quiet crime-free San Francisco suburb.

I returned in 2008 & saw it again. The rebuilding had made progress. But, people were still mourning. There were still fresh flowers on the fence. Letters to lost loved ones. And in the park just South of the towers there is a clock. One that was found in the rubble. It stopped upon impact.

Proving that this national tragedy did in fact stop time for us as a country.

So, today- remember all the people who lost their lives on 9/11 & the days, months & years that have followed. The firefighters. The unsuspecting occupants of the hijacked planes. The New Yorkers just arriving to work. The police force. Our military. Because I just have no words for their incredible valor. VALOR is the only acceptable word to describe them. So thank them. Bring food to the fire department. Send thank you cards to the military. Don’t curse that cop who wrote you that ticket. THANK THESE PEOPLE who protect you everyday. Who will run towards danger so you don’t have to.

This day, 9 years ago has reshaped our country. It will continue to influence us for the foreseeable future. It really did change everything.

I’d also like to take a moment to also thank the firefighters & police officers of San Bruno, who on this day of Memorial have just discovered two more people who were killed in Thursday night’s gas line explosion- leveling an entire neighborhood in my parent’s hometown. My thoughts are with the members of the community who have been affected. I am still raising money on my blog for the City of San Bruno Fire Fund. Please donate if you can. Every cent helps. These people in our community have lost everything. I cannot even imagine. Please help.

I’d also like to share that Baby Gap in Hillsdale Mall, San Mateo is taking 25% off your purchase if you donate clothing to the children affected by the San Bruno Fire. You can bring in your own gently used items or purchase a new item. They are specifically in need of shoes in toddler sizes.

I am sitting on the couch trying to figure out what I can do to help- but with 3 kids asleep I cannot get out of the house.

If anyone knows of anything that shelters are in need of- please let me know.

(pictures via LA Times)

My thoughts are with the wonderful people of San Bruno. Though I am not from San Bruno, my parents are. I have worked there. Driven through there everyday for years. Went to school with people. It’s an insane tragedy that you could be just sitting down to dinner with your family & then? This.

Donate here ——–> HERE!

One pair is the “poolside” by sabre. I used to have them in bubblegum pink but I sold them on eBay. I’d like to get another pair in a more muted color.

Hubs & I are currently drooling over these bad boys-

Like, we both love them & want them in two colors so we can share them. Too bad the price tag is a cool $220.00 each. And yes, I realize sunglasses are expensive. I used to own THESE- but the mighty have fallen and now? $220.00 seems just completely out of my league. I’d love an anonymous donor to send them to us. But who am I kidding?!