Posts from the ‘Daddy/Rob’ Category

Preparing for the future

When I was with my ex-husband, Nick, and I had Gavin, his parents purchased life insurance for him. I didn’t understand why at the time. It seemed so morbid to me, preparing for your child’s possible demise. Then when Nick and I split and the policy was allowed to lapse and eventually close altogether, I began to thinking about insurance and life insurance in earnest.

When Rob and I moved in together, he made sure we both had at least a bit of life insurance. Of course, we had our car insurance, renter’s insurance and then the little private policies on the expensive electronics Rob loves so much. But life insurance? What was the deal? I would learn soon enough.

We had some very basic life insurance on each other; in case of something horrible. That way we’d at least have enough for a small service and that was good enough at the time. Then my health made a drastic turn for the worse. One doctor told me I was “24 with the body of an 89-year-old”. Life insurance was going to be next to impossible to get now! They require physicals; Rob and I both knew I wouldn’t pass one. Who wants to cover someone with Fibromyalgia, chronic migraines, GERD and IBS?

Then to make matters even more complicated, we ended up on public assistance again. With public assistance you aren’t permitted to have whole life insurance because you can draw money out against the policy. They view that money as cash. We needed the insurance but we needed to find decent coverage that fit all of our needs. It was a nightmare!

In the end, we manged to get our insurance agent to find something that worked for us and with us. Thank God!

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The preferred parent

Children go through life in phases. Some phases are obvious and a given; the infant phase and toddler phase, for instance. Other phases are unique; which television shows they are hooked on or if they go through an orange food phase. The other two phases every child is likely to bounce between for many years are the Mommy Phase and the Daddy Phase.

The Mommy Phase is when the infant, toddler or child is about all things mommy. Mother and child appear joined at the hip. Where Mommy goes; so does the child. Mommy is the only one who is acceptable in life for fulfilling any of the day-to-day needs. Hungry? Ask mommy. Wet or dirty and in need of a diaper change? Find mommy. Tired? Only mommy will do. It isn’t that I’m any better at any of those things than Daddy. It’s just that I’m the preferred parent at that point in time.

The Daddy Phase is the exact same phase only the roles are reversed. Rather than being the preferred parent for every action, outing and need; Rob is. For all things in life, during the Daddy Phase, only he will do. No substitutions accepted.

While you would think that I would be grateful for a Daddy Phase because it allows a certain amount of extra “me time”; it doesn’t always work out that way. There is something rather insulting with a sense of abandonment about the Daddy Phase. Suddenly, overnight at times, it seems as if I am no longer good enough. The food I prepare is sub-par. The bedtime stories I’ve chosen aren’t long enough or funny enough. Sometimes it seems the things I say and do…well, the Boys seem to take them offensively. It’s heartbreaking to watch them prefers someone else, even if that “someone else” happens to be Rob.

Unfortunately, there aren’t many ways to get over things when I’m not the chosen parent. It’s simply one of those things I just have to move past. Unless of course I’d rather share my feelings with another mother, who is likely to understand. Either way, there really isn’t much I can do about the phase.

I know I should recognize the unseen benefit and enjoy the little bit of extra time I am being offered, while it lasts; especially since I always seem to be complaining about how little “me time” I’ve allowed. Plus, I know that all too quickly, I am going to find myself the object of obsession and soon I’ll be wishing for that extra “me time”. But for now, it’s hard.

It hurts me to hear Emmett John scream “Da” and “Daddy” over and over again. Knowing that he doesn’t say “Ma” or “Mommy”. He doesn’t call me anything. I know I shouldn’t allow it to get to me this way. I know it’s a phase and “This too shall pass.” But damnit, it does!

And now that I’ve vented and whined and had my little pitty party, I think I’ll go try and pay the bills with some blogging related stuff.

Slowly moving forward

He’s been taken for his chest x-ray, which Gavin found super cool because they were able to show him the x-ray images.

Then they came and performed his EKG, which Gavin didn’t mind because he could keep watching Total Drama Island. He wasn’t too keen on the stickers though.

The nurse didn’t say anything about them so I don’t know where we stand on their results.

I’ll update more later, when I have more to give.

* posted on the fly w/o the use of proper editing tools 😉 *

~ Lizzeann

Please pray!

Gavin has been having chest pain the past few days. I’ve been trying to get him in with Dr. VK but until them but in the mean time, Rob and I decided to take him to the local Children’s ER.

That’s where we are now. Waiting in his room. While the ER as a whole begins a “Code Yellow” disaster drill. Great timing, huh?

As it stands at 740P his stats are:

BP: 97/65
Temp: 36.6C
Pulse Ox: 98%
Pulse: 80bpm
Weight: 75.6lb

I’ll update as I know more.

Please keep Gavin in your prayers. Oh, and the doctor and the nurses and Rob and I because this has the potential to be a very combative evening.

* posted on the fly w/o the use of proper editing tools 😉 *

~ Lizzeann

Salt & Pepper

No, I’m not referring to my hair! Although I am slowly working toward full-fledged salt and pepper hair. I’m referring to Elliott Richard’s new pets.

He is the super proud new owner of two Bearded Dragons named: Salt and Pepper! =)

He started the weekend with a baby Green Iguana named Draco. Rob’s roommate in college had one and he loved it. So when we had to make the sad decision to pass out terrerium/aquarium on to Uncle Brian because Mr. Emmett John was too preoccupied with tossing things in, we also decided to get something small to replace it. Little did I know that Green Iguanas start out small and grow into something could eat a small dog if it were so inclined!!! (Where do we find the tiny lizards you see in movies??? Those things are always poisonous but never that big!) So Draco came home and joined the Cheerio family. Daddy and Elliott Richard had a blast setting up his new home and feeding him and holding him.

Until Daddy got a tad research happy. What started as a joke about how you tell the boys from the girls, turned into an all out, “Honey, this is so cool! Did you know…?” session. This session ended with Rob declaring that Draco needed to go back to the store because Green Iguana bites could get so bad and people have actually lost fingers!

So first thing this morning, despite having had little to no sleep, Daddy and Elliott Richard took Draco back to the store and returned with two Bearded Dragons. The Bearded Dragons were bred in captivity so they are super people friendly and will just cling to your shoulder while you go about your business. And by “your” I of course mean everyone’s shoulder but mine because while I’ve always thought I liked lizards; I was wrong. These things (the Green Iguana too) freak me out and panic me in ways I don’t understand.

Elliott Richard, and the other two for that matter, also think Salt and Pepper are really cool. So I’ll live with my anxiety over them. At least they are slightly better than Draco. Except for the fact that we have two and no way to sex them so there’s a chance we could end up with baby Salt and Peppers at some point in the future. Yippee. Just what we need.

Shoes!

Emmett John currently has a very strong love affair going on with his shoes. Yes, you read that correctly, I said his shoes.

At first, he wore them if he had to but he was clumsy and didn’t like them very much. Then out of nowhere he became absolutely obsessed with his shoes. He wanted to wear them when ever Rob or I had our shoes on or if he saw Gavin or Elliott Richard putting their shoes on. Now, the rest of us could be barefoot (something that doesn’t happen in our house – ever) and Mr. Emmett John would still have his socks and shoes on. He even wears them to sleep in.

Seriously, the other night I fell asleep while getting him asleep. Then at around 1AM he kicked me and I figured enough was enough. He was deep asleep enough that I thought I could remove them without problems.

Wrong!

I was able to get his right shoe and sock and his left shoe off before he woke up in a screaming, arm-flailing rage! He laid there screaming and smacking his feet while he flailed. Once I put his sock and shoes back on him, he passed out as if he’d never been awake.

And let us not forget last night, his two-hour screaming jag all because he wanted his socks and shoes on but couldn’t adequately communicate it to me.

I don’t know if this obsession is an Autism/Aspergers/PDD (Pervasive Developmental Disorder) obsession or if it falls under the category of Sensory Integration Disorder. I can tell you that these Lightning McQueen light-up Wal*Mart shoes aren’t going to last much longer if he keeps loving them as much as he is. (lol)

* posted on the fly w/o the use of proper editing tools 😉 *

~ Lizzeann

Toy Story at 4AM anyone?

Here we are, it’s 4AM and I’m camped out on the couch with Mr. Emmett John, while Rob wrestles with Elliott Richard upstairs.

Elliott Richard has been up since 2-ish with nightmares and unable to sleep. Then Emmett John woke up between Rob and I hopping out of bed to tend to Elliott Richard’s screaming and his actual screaming. When Emmett wouldn’t go back to sleep I brought him downstairs because sometimes the change in scenery and air conditioner will get him back to sleep when nothing else can.

No such luck.

Then the screaming began all over again. Only this time it was Mr. Emmett John. He was inconsolable. I thought he wanted to go upstairs back to bed, which was currently occupied by Rob and Elliott Richard so that wasn’t going to happen. After a while Rob came down and told me to just take him back to bed.

So back up the stairs we went. Straight into the…bathroom!?!?!

Emmett John had remembered where I hid his shoes when I took them off last night for his tubby. And yes, I said I hid them. We have to, otherwise he sleeps in them! (lol)

Now he has his socks and shoes on and all is right with his world. Except he keeps trying to steal my coffee! (lol)

* posted on the fly w/o the use of proper editing tools 😉 *

~ Lizzeann