St. Patrick's Day Portraits

Normally I don't bother with portraits for St. Patrick's Day. However, my youngest daughter bought this cute little one piece for Little Johnny just because she loves him so much and wanted him to have it. It cost her pretty much all of her savings.

I didn't get pictures of the girls today, they were in rare form. Very annoying.

It could have something to do with me just being irritated at other things that happened today. Like I had to drink that awful Barium stuff THREE times in two hours. Radiology surprised me with two more drinks once I got there! It gave me the WORST heartburn and indigestion I have ever had EVER! And I once had a golf-ball-sized gallstone lodged in the neck of my gallbladder that almost killed me! That's right, I do not have a gallbladder anymore either.

CT scans suck. You have to hold your breath while lying on your back, and I have enough trouble breathing like that. They wanted a screening with contrast as well as without, so they had to inject me with iodine too. This stuff makes you feel like you wet your pants. That's not a metaphor, it literally gives you that sensation! YUCK!

I got my MRI and CT films today. Looking at your own skull is really creepy. I felt like I was seeing myself dead and decomposed or something. I got over it pretty quick, but it was a bit of a shock at first. I wasn't expecting it. I wish I could distinguish something out of either one of the sets of films, but I am no DR and I have no clue. Any medical professionals in my area that would like to enlighten me, let me know! I can't get the written report of the abdominal CT scan until Thursday or Friday, which doesn't seem like that far away, but to me it is.

I had to stop at the pharmacy and get diapers, milk, and pepper on the way home from my visit with Radiology.

By the time I got home I was exhausted and I felt like I was going to pass out. I was ordered by Radiology to eat something and drink A LOT of water. So I figured I had better do that first. The last time I didn't do that when I was told I ended up hospitalized from dehydration. Afterwards I decided I definitely needed a shower before heading for my nice clean bed. So I showered and was so exhausted from that and so looking forward to relaxing for a while. I set up the computers for the kids and made sure mom and baby were content so I could lie down. Finally, I was going to get a break!

I made it over to my bed and I looked down to see there are bloody stains on every single pillowcase, pillow, sheet, comforter, quilt, body pillow, right down to the mattress! My DARN dog is in heat and decided she was Goldilocks today or played musical pillows on my bed or something! I am STILL fuming about this! Probably because I am STILL up doing laundry! I haven't even a had a real period of my own since before I got pregnant with Little Johnny and yet I'm scrubbing blood out of my bedding and mattress while my energy level is like nil. Not to mention I'm "milking" the Spray & Wash bottle. People have used it so much it's almost completely empty and no one bothered to put it on my shopping list.

So the next few hours were spent doing laundry and playing on the computer while the children jumped all over my bed and called it dancing every time I yelled at them to stop. "We're just dancing, we're not really jumping, Mommy." They know I am too weak to beat their little booties, I guess. :(

In all honestly, I can't remember the last time any of my kids were spanked. It's not that I am against spanking your children. It's just that the only times that I am mad enough about something to actually want to inflict any sort of real pain that a spanking would bring on child, I tell them I will spank them later for that. I'm afraid what could happen when I am that angry.

I would never intentionally hurt any of my children. But you see people on the news saying the same thing while getting sentenced to prison because they couldn't control their anger or they blacked-out or whatever. I don't want to risk that happening to my babies. I don't think I would go crazy. But those people on the news- all their friends and family still don't believe things could have progressed that way.

Daddy is the same way with them, he won't touch them when he's angry either. He makes them leave the room or he walks away. It's just not worth it.

Remember that lady from Texas who drowned all her kids in the bathtub and her husband was still standing by her, crazy! She had like 5 kids. She drowned them one by one. Then she tried to say she didn't realize what she was doing she was angry. I don't buy that. She's guilty as sin either way, but I certainly don't buy her story.

The "I'm spanking you later for that" works so good too. Because they dwell on the anticipation of it and they try to earn their way out of it and then later I can either spank them or try to get them to do a favor for me or something instead.

I was spanked bare-bottom with a belt, up until I was about 5 years old. After that I was usually pulled by the hair or whatever. It wasn't abusive, it was disciplinary. In all the old TV movies any grown-up would grab a naughty child by the ear and drag them around (usually to their parents), remember that? I tell my kids they're lucky I don't grab them by their ears like Little Orphan Annie; which is like one of their favorite movies that they have on DVD!

I spent last night cleaning out and organizing the refrigerator. Well I couldn't do the top shelf (that also has a spill of something on it) because my back just could not bend and stay in that position, but I cleaned out the rest of the fridge and the door and crisper drawers and underneath them while I sat on the floor. I haven't cleaned out the freezer either. Anyone willing or wanting to help with those, I'm open for that too! I also need someone to pull out the stove so I clean that area, I just know it's bad!

I spent tonight cleaning out and organizing the girls' dresser drawers.
Johnny doesn't have a dresser although he needs one, and his clothes definitely need organized too.
Their closet light is burnt out and I still haven't gotten anyone to put a new bulb in for me.

The girls got their TV taken away a few weeks ago. They got it back tonight.
We need to get their room rearranged and make room for the baby's crib in there. It needs to be assembled in there soon as well. If anyone has any ideas how to arrange the room or where to put the crib, or is able and willing to help or just do it for that matter, please let me know!

My oldest ended up winning DOTW for last week. Her award is to go out to breakfast or lunch with me.

I never did get the kids up to meet the Easter Bunny this past weekend.

I am starting to feel less and less able to do things every day and my eye sight is getting bad bad bad. I'm going to have to get new glasses very soon. I think I need to make an appointment with my Orthopedic. I might need braces for my ankles to support my weight they are getting to be very painful to walk on at times. I've been having trouble stepping out of the shower. The height of the tub edge is becoming an issue for me and I don't know what to do about that.

My muscles are giving out on me at times. One time I almost collapsed trying to put a normal-sized bowl of leftovers into the overhead microwave. The pain in both my biceps was so intense. I, however, was determined not to drop that bowl, and my back buckled and I fell down to one knee. That was Saturday night.

I told my husband about that and then later he asked me if I could take the baby to his appointment on Sunday. We went back and forth about a few things and I kept forgetting what we were talking about at the time and it really wasn't fair because I had no defense. Like I said before, my short-term memory is really bad.

I remember now though and I feel like that was unfair and inconsiderate especially for Johnny's safety. Granted, I haven't had any similar incidences since, but it seemed like a bad risk to expect me to take after something like that.

The girls made their own lunches today, the oldest made nachos and the youngest made pizza roll snacks. Yesterday my oldest made a turkey sandwich and my youngest made her own lunch too, but I can't remember what it was. Oh yeah, it was a green chile burrito.

I don't think I've drank as much water today as I should have.
I installed a new spout on my fridge water dispenser tonight. It's a pretty dark blue color.

I need to check on those pillows in the dryer.
I still have a lot of our bedding to wash.

Sounds like Johnny is starting to wake up. ::sigh::

So, who took better portraits of my little guy? Honestly. Me or Olan Mills?

I did these and all the rest in the post.
The Olan Mills ones are here.