Look What I Can Do!

Spencer's new fascination is to climb! He has learned to hike up his knee and push off to get up on the fireplace or the couch. He has tried it in the bathtub and his crib. Thank goodness he has not yet achieved that goal.

He looks so proud of himself.

This picture was after climbing up and down from the couch over and over until his hair was electrified! I just knew I was going to get shocked when I touched him.

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

White Knuckles

Last Wednesday we headed to the zoo. It was chilly, but not too bad. After visiting a few areas, we stopped to let the kids play at the playground.
My niece, Carly, thoroughly enjoyed being pushed nice and high from Madison.

I put Spencer in the baby swing and I thought he liked it, well, I was wrong. His hands gripped the swing so tight, we had to peel them away to get him out. He is not a fan of swinging.

We checked out the zebras, okapi (still don't know how to say this correctly) and Carly's favorite, the giraffs. After a couple hours, it was time to head home.

A First

My brother and his family came to visit from Iowa for the holiday. We had a good time playing games and eating too much food. Something I have NEVER done is get up on Black Friday and go shopping. That is until this year. My brother wanted a TV (and some other great deals) at Target. He popped his head in at 6am and said, "Let's go to Target!"
So I stumbled out and we headed for the madness.
I don't get it, really, I don't get it. There were so many people with carts overflowing with items and lines that stretched to the back of the store. I just have to wonder, are people really buying these items because they are on someone's Christmas list or are they just buying them because they are on sale. I mean if Uncle Harry really wants a toaster for Christmas, then I understand that getting a Toaster for $3 is a good deal. I don't understand why people load up their carts and purchase a bunch of items just because they are on sale. Strange.
My brother didn't get his TV, but we picked up a few other items that weren't sold old yet.
But, I will stick to my online deals that I can do in my pajamas and don't have to argue over a parking spot or stand in a line for an hour. My time is more important to me.

Reflecting On A Nightmare

This post is about one of the worst weeks I have had. For those that have heard this story from my daily update e-mails, you probably don't want to read this. For me, this is my way to vent and clear my mind of the emotional roller coaster the past week as put on us. I am not writing this for any one's benefit, except mine. Read if you would like, dismiss if you like.


The nightmare began last week on Friday the 13th (fitting isn't it). We woke up at 4:30am, got Spencer up at 5:15am and arrived at the surgery center by 6am.
Spencer asleep in the car seat on the way to the surgery center.

Getting ready to go into surgery center.

Sitting in the little bench in the pre-op room.

In recovery room with daddy after a quick 15 minute surgery.

Getting to eat at McDonald's after being discharged. Eggs and pancakes, YUMMY!

That was all the normal part. Here is the abnormal part. Spencer went down for a nap at 12:30pm. By 6pm he was still asleep. We decided to get him up and he was cranky and had a 102 degree temp. After reviewing the discharge instructions, we called the Dr. B, the ENT doc and explained what was going on. He said to give him Tylenol and see how he is in the morning. OKAY - first of all, why in the heck do they give you a list of items to watch out for and list it as an emergency if all they are going to do is tell you to give your kid Tylenol, seriously folks!

I set my alarm and got up every four hours to give Spencer Tylenol or Motrin in order to keep his fever down. He woke up and did not eat or drink anything. He refused it all and he still had a fever. By mid morning he was just mad and cranky. I gave him another round of Tylenol and tried to lay him down for a nap. He didn't stay down long and woke up crying. He was hot, really hot. I checked his temp and it was 103.6. I called the ENT back and NOW he said to go to the ER.

The ER was a nightmare, I am skipping those details. All I will say is they are incompetent to treat a child! If our ENT hadn't told us to go to that specific hospital, I would have chose to go to the Children's Hospital. We left with a diagnosis of UTI and Flu. They put him on an antibiotic and an antiviral drug and told us to see our pediatrician on Monday.

Sunday came and it was bad. Spencer was badly dehydrated. We were force feeding him with a syringe (because the hospital didn't give him an IV) and still trying to treat the fever.

We got into the pediatrician's office on Monday morning and went through the details of the weekend. After reviewing the hospital lab work and notes, he determined that Spencer DOES NOT have a UTI or the FLU. Are you kidding me? Okay, now I am confused and mad. How do two doctors get a completely different diagnosis? The pediatrician changed his antibiotic to a broader spectrum antibiotic in hopes to kill whatever bacteria was causing the infection. He didn't know where the infection was coming from or if it was bacterial or viral either!

Monday night brought a whole new host of problems. Diarrhea, constant crying, not eating, not drinking.

The fever disappeared on Tuesday, so things were looking up, until a rash appeared and Spencer cried and fussed constantly the entire day. This is no joke, the entire day was spent holding him and walking or bouncing him to try and get him to calm down. For the first time ever with him, I took him for a ride to calm him down. When he did finally sleep, it was for 45 minutes. At the end of 45 minutes the poor boy woke up instantly crying and screaming. HELLOOOOO he is in pain. I called the doctor's office and explained to the nurse what was going on. I told her I suspected it was the antibiotic and she said it could be his stomach cramping from the diarrhea. Okay, we will stick it out. His attitude did not change all the way into Tuesday night and Wednesday morning. Justin and I took turns sleeping while the other one soothed (as best we could) him to sleep for 1-2 hours at a time. It was obvious to me that he was in pain.

Wednesday morning I called and told the pediatrician that we were coming back in. I also decided that I wasn't going to give Spencer ANY of his medication that morning. While in the lobby, Spencer's shirt got stuck on his jacket and I noticed that his entire back was now covered with the rash. HA - finally something to show the doctor that we were not crazy!

After a rather matter-of-fact discussion with the pediatrician, he agreed that Spencer is probably allergic to the new antibiotic. After further research on my end, I have concluded that is he isn't allergic, but suffered from severe side effects. It just so happens that the drug maker has an e-mail to the FDA to report any severe side effects, such as what he had.

SOOOO, what I have learned from this. Probably the most important thing is to trust my instincts. I know my child better than any doctor does. I am upset with the hospital and I will never return to it again if it is my choice. I learned that we have great family and friends who made us dinner (thanks Clay & Shyla), who e-mailed or called daily to check on him and those that said many prayers. No one should have to go through these types of issues, but everyone will at some point in their lives. I hope that everyone has a great support system like we do.

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Justin is in a digital design class in which they have to build a robot out of Legos. The age range on the box of Legos is 10 years old. This entire class (mostly men) get to build their manly robots out of toys designed for children. Justin and his lab partner decided to make their robot say a phrase when it passes over a sensor. So, what phrase did they agree upon? Well, first you must picture a mechanical robot built out of Legos moving about and saying....


Hello, My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.


If you have not seen the move "The Princess Bride" I am truly sorry. We are a fan. Our entire family and our closest friends can quote almost this entire movie word for word.

There second voice option was the Imperial Death March from Star Wars, but that just isn't the same. It was inconceivable that they would use a different phrase!