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Archive for January 2011

If you’ve been following this blog for the past few months, you know I’ve been undergoing chemotherapy.

Due to complications from a complete molar pregnancy, I started chemo to knock this thing out once and for all.

Now, 11 weeks later, in my 6th round of chemo, we are soooo close, yet so far away.

Chemo brain has taken over!

I posted something recently, and didn’t link to the correct source, and something I wrote wasn’t evident in links.

I went back and could not find the article I was referencing. So my point was lost.

Darned chemo brain!

I go back and read my journals and sometimes things don’t quite make sense to me. And I wrote them!

With a nearly four year-old and another one approaching two, I’ve had plenty of fodder for this blog.

Problem is, my thoughts tend to be very fleeting.

Darned chemo brain!

If I don’t write them down quickly, they are lost.

I can’t get focused again on the story I wanted to tell and how I wanted to tell it.

I think this darned chemo brain is God’s way of telling me to take a little break.

So I’m going to take a little break, and let my little brain have a respite.

Now one day I just may get lucky, and something brilliant comes up and I catch it just in time.

I’ll be sure to share it with you!

From time to time, I’ll check in.

Check my Facebook page for updates, and interesting tidbits I come across in the news related to parenting.

And do check here. You never know when chemo brain will take a break! 😉

I will be back.

My girls will continue to inspire me, with their sense of humor, with all their craziness.

There are so many stories yet to tell!

Be well.

Hope to share a good laugh with you soon.


There’s an old Greek saying, “Ta matia sou dekatessera,” which roughly translates to, may you be as careful and mindful of what’s around you, as if you had 14 eyes.

When I was younger, my parents and grandmother would say this to me often, as I was heading out the door.

Well, I’ve got a new application for this phrase.

I’ve told you that Bebs is a little Miss Independent.

She’s going to give me a run for the money.

I tell her something and she laughs at me in defiance.

One night last week, we took her out of the car and set her down on the sidewalk.

She took off.

She’d never done that before.

She headed right toward a busy road.

I almost had a heart attack.

I yelled to her to stop, but she paid no attention. She only giggled.

I had to sprint to grab her before she entered the street.


The other day, Boo opened up the refrigerator to get a snack.

Bebs came right up next to her and helped herself to a bottle of Daddy’s vitamin E capsules.

Somehow, she got the bottle open and began chewing on them.

I had just gone to the bathroom, and was gone maybe one minute.

That’s all it takes.

I didn’t see her right away.

Thank goodness Boo – the good big sister that she is – brought the matter to my attention.

“Mommy! Bebs is eating Daddy’s vitamins!”

I charged over and Bebs was holding the opened bottle in her hand.

I grabbed her and pulled one out of her mouth.

There were two slightly chewed up ones on the floor.

I asked her if she ate any.

“Yes!” she replied, proudly.

“How many?” I demanded.

“Three, four!”

She’s 22 months, so who knows.

I asked Boo, but she had no idea.

I couldn’t find anything online about kids ingesting vitamin E capsules.

Telephone, please: “Hello, Poison Control?”

Thank God it would not cause anything serious.

Maybe some diarrhea, a skin rash, and it might make her more tired than usual.

Well, none of the above occurred.


Am I going to say “phew!” more frequently now?

We are getting a preview of the terrible two’s – though she has two months to go until it’s official.

Recently, Bebs didn’t listen when I told her to not touch a nightlight.

I told her I’d put her in her bed if she didn’t listen.

She then began to have a tantrum.

I followed through.

What did she do?

She started singing “We’re a Couple of Misfits,” from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

There was a little voice emanating from upstairs singing, “You can’t fire me, I quit!”

Oh yeah?

I’m not giving up.

Mommy’s the boss!

And I need 14 eyes to stay on top of things with her.

Bebs will surely keep me on my toes.

Maybe I’ll need 14 of those too.

Happy 2011!

Christmas came and went, and of course, there was never a dull moment in our house.

Usually after I put all the gifts from Santa under the tree, I fill the stockings.

I typically put a little something in my own stocking, just so there is something in there.

I was so sick this year, I almost forgot to fill the stockings.

Needless to say, I forgot to put anything in my own stocking.

I felt awful and I barely made it up the stairs to bed.

I didn’t think anything of it.

On Christmas morning, the girls opened their gifts and played with their toys.

We had breakfast, and forgot about the stockings.

Afterward, we sat in the family room, and Boo caught a glimpse of her stocking.

She said, “Mommy, we forgot to check our stockings!”

I passed her the stocking. I gave Bebs hers, and my husband his.

I remembered there was nothing in mine, so I just left it.

Everyone mused at the contents of their stocking.

About 10 minutes later, Boo realized I hadn’t looked in my stocking.

She glanced over and realized my stocking was empty.

“Mommy!” she shouted.

“Your stocking is empty! What happened?”

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” I said and quickly tried to change the subject.

Boo quickly changed it back.

“Umm, Mommy, maybe you weren’t so good this year.”

“No?” I asked.

“Maybe you yelled at me too much, and that’s why Santa didn’t fill your stocking!” she replied.

I had to come up with a quick retort.

“Well, if I had yelled at you that much, Santa would not have come here at all!”

Boo had no response for that.

We went to Christmas dinner with family.

Later, when we returned, we got the girls ready for bed.

I went to tuck Boo in her bed, and then she began to speak.

“Don’t worry, Mommy. I think that Santa was just in a hurry when he came here and just forgot to put stuff in your stocking. Remember, he didn’t finish all the cookies? Trust me. Cause I’m 3-1/2 and I know these things!”

“Trust me?”

“Cause I’m 3-1/2 and I know these things?”


But oh so cute that she felt she had to console me.

Guess I better watch myself.

Santa is already watching for next year.

Boo told me so herself.

Cause she’s 3-1/2, and she knows these things.

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