What's in There.

It is so precious when the next generation has a same or similar bond to the grandparents.

This week we are visiting my parents here in Texas, while Rich works nearby in San Antonio.

Upon our arrival, Nora went to hug my dad around the legs. You know one of those screeching 'Poppy!' running into there arms Halmark type of moments. (Does mommys' heart good)

Nora DID notice a 'crunchy' sound from my dads pocket.....

'Poppy! What make that noise? What in there?'

My dad just smiled down at her and pulled out individually wrapped Lifesaver candies. Dad has always carried a few hard candies in his pocket.

'CANDY! I have some?'

Of course dad gave her a piece, but it's now turned into a game. Nora patting my dad's pocket and asking 'what make that sound?'...him saying 'I don't know' and Nora screaming 'It's candy!'....

Rewind 58 yrs when my dad was Nora's age. He tells us he used to get his grandmother's purse and bring it too her, look up and say 'Have a gum gum?' Mamoo, as she was named by the grandchildren, was an ardent gum chewer and dad too knew where to find the sweet stuff.

I think the memories are sweeter though. That my dad gets to have that moment with Nora is just precious to me.

Musings

Time for musings from Nora...she's had some good ones lately.

On our trip to Houston in the car with my immediate family...

'Baby brother is cryin, mommy needs to feed him, she has BIIIIIG boobs'...
(Thanks kid, your grandfather needed to hear that about his daughter)


Commenting on a stomach ache.

'Mommy my tummy hurts, it's blinking.'

Me: 'what?'

'My tummy hurts my belly button is blinking'

Apparently she's part robot with a sensor of some sort.

Nora on discipline

'Mommy you can not be mean'

Me: why?

'Because you're the mommy'

On crying

"I cryin like baby brother, I'm sad''

That was a TRIP!

Tuesday, July 27th....

It started as such a great day...packing, cleaning the house, meeting the roof people(again!),

Trent turning a month old...

Lots of things to be thankful for.

It went WAY downhill from here.

My dear husband picked up my Reglan prescription the evening before to ensure that my milk supply wouldn't take a hit during my traveling...

The 'trip' started a little early.

Me and my tired, doing too much trying to be super mommy self misread the prescription label in an EPIC way....

How I read it, 'Take 3 pills a day for 1 wk'...translation to my brain, take 3 pills at ONE time.

What it actually said, ''Take 1 pill, 3 times a day for 7 days'...

YEAH! I just took 3x the dosage at 10:30am!

By noon, I was calling Rich home from work because this stuff had me completely out of it. And when I say out of it I mean 'tripping'.

I've never done one illegal drug in my life but WOW. This must be what it feels like!

The next 24 hrs consisted of...

One phone call to Poison Control. (very nice people by the way)

One phone call to my OBGYN.

Not being able to sit still AT ALL! Felt like I was jumping out of my skin. Nursing Trent was pure torture to stay still that long.

A million trips to the bathroom.

Crying because I didn't like feeling out of control.

Feeling like I was having an anxiety attack x100.

Not being able to sleep.

Crying in frustration at my stupidity.

Feeling nauseous.

Briefly falling asleep on the couch.

Crying in frustration at the things I needed to get done for the plane ride the next day.

Me getting on a plane having barely eaten anything in 24 hours with Nora and Trent. Said such a big prayer to get me through that flight.

Then I just continued to feel like I had the flu for 48 more hours. Thank goodness my mom and dad were there to help with the kids on other end of that flight.

NEVER, NEVER will I misread a prescription label again!