tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26102235246387571692024-03-19T03:52:39.754-07:00Our Three Bean CircusOne mom's dialogue on family, faith, work & runningCorrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comBlogger536125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-60367224519615392702011-08-08T22:23:00.000-07:002011-08-08T22:23:55.190-07:00have you found the new blog?Have you found my <a href="http://www.embracethisday.com/">new blog</a> yet?<br />
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There's a new post and another one coming tomorrow. Make sure and "<a href="http://www.google.com/friendconnect/settings/edit?smpl=true&st=e%3DAOG8GaAgS%252B2Y3DqY%252FjeDrR5TMS3mwpS8WVRhWvtGfhtdaZiODUF7HlsP8bKng9isnUdQbYWoAasgv55h60UpuxRaMVUFOyY4z7BL3qEYhbhi3Jj6dvNWXGbe9Vk%252FZTkFqfeDNE6zeblgWO9mBXl1zeoL8Q63zKqrzIKDUx2ffktP00t9aC0gx0NxsjECzVK3I2zaNe6UEEtPpDaYk6lSRmkX74LkRgkOgGimA086BtR98XXgFO8hT%252BKkEZoRorjFeUeL1NcvmC46%26c%3Dpeoplesense">follow</a>" me over there so you can continue getting my blog updates!<br />
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I have a brand spankin' new blog!<br />
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I've migrated all my previous posts over and of course there is a brand new one introducing the new site.<br />
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*I've disabled comments here. Come comment on the new site*Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-19258990634534540312011-07-19T21:21:00.000-07:002011-07-19T21:21:04.517-07:00pardon my absence...First of all, summer is kicking my butt! The kids have so much energy and are constantly wanting to do something new or different. And Lily at 2 and a half wants to do whatever her big sisters are doing. And she needs supervision most of the time.<br />
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My kids are also eating a TON! We send snacks and lunch to Grandma's house and today they ate all the food we sent, plus a bunch of her food. And they are only 7, 4 and 2. And they are girls. I can't imagine if they were boys, who typically are said to eat more. I'm going to try a few recipes this weekend for homemade energy bits and fiber bars.<br />
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Secondly, Bean and I are doing <a href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/insanity.do?gclid=CKqirJyGj6oCFakaQgodvWIu2A&code=SEMB_GOOGLE_SAN&extcmp=18572555653&ef_id=vvtM8e0DAgAANCU:20110720040846:s">Insanity</a>. Today was Day 9. Of 63. There's one rest day per week, and one day of Yoga, but it's pretty intense. Insane if you will. Most days we workout right after work, before dinner. In the backyard with the laptop because the fresh air (even though it's hot) and the space is much nicer than our small, stuffy living room. <br />
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These workouts kill me. In a good way. But still, they kill me. By the time we get through dinner and getting the kids to bed, I am toast--physically and mentally. My brain power for blogging is mush.<br />
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Thirdly, I have a new blog in the works! Like with my own url and everything. Which is connected to the mush in my brain right now. The design is there, thanks to my friend <a href="http://www.sweetsimplicitydesigns.com/">Liz</a>. But I still have a lot to do on my end. But, the mush.<br />
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My goal is to launch it by August 1st. But in the meantime, when I do have brainpower, I'm going to put it towards the new blog.<br />
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So, there is a reason behind my absence. But you can always find me <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/beana619">here </a>and a little bit <a href="http://mamaneedstorun.blogspot.com/">here</a> too.Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-84509774137380066972011-07-13T10:17:00.000-07:002011-07-13T10:17:49.888-07:00a good morning!Another quick update:<br />
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Lily woke up with a normal temperature today! This is the first time her temp has been normal (98.6 or below) since this all started last Monday. And we didn't need to give her any medication during the night. I'm really hoping her fever doesn't return this afternoon.<br />
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My awesome doctor's office called again and my Pediatrician consulted with the Immunologist and the Immunologist feels that Lily has <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Periodic_fever,_aphthous_stomatitis,_pharyngitis_and_adenitis">Periodic Fever Syndrome</a>, which my doctor has mentioned before also. My nephew was also diagnosed with this syndrome, although the removal of his tonsils (which coincided with his 3rd birthday) significantly decreased his fevers. <br />
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I'm still going to keep an eye on Lily's joints and will ask the Immunologist about it as well. We will get to see him late next week now, instead of August.<br />
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Most of all, I was thrilled that she didn't have an elevated temperature this morning. I feel like my other girls have been neglected a bit through all of this and I'm hoping for a couple of fun days with them all when I'm off the next two days. We're gonna hit the beach!Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-64328139669115720032011-07-12T22:34:00.000-07:002011-07-12T22:34:52.714-07:00the latest on Lily (calling all medical sleuths)I wish I could say she was back to normal, or that we've figured out what's going on.<br />
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But she isn't, and we haven't.<br />
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My pediatricians office considers a temperature of 101 or higher a fever. Lily's temperature seems to spike to a fever later in the afternoon. Her temperature has not been below 99 since we came home from the hospital. Monday it spiked to 102.6 and this afternoon it was 101.4.<br />
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I talk to the nurse at the doctor's office daily. They are trying to get us an earlier appointment with the immunologist. Our current appointment is at the end of August.<br />
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Lily has continued to complain about pain in her legs. The antibiotic shots she received two days in a row last week are quite painful, but usually that pain dissipates after 72-hours, and that was the case when she had the shots last month. It seems that her joints might be bothering her. This morning she didn't want to step up a curb, saying that her legs hurt. <br />
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Joint pain and the fatigue she still has and the fevers could point to a <a href="http://www.webmd.com/rheumatoid-arthritis/guide/juvenile-rheumatoid-arthritis">juvenile arthritis</a>. I'm still trying to determine where the pain is from and how present it is. Lily was very opposed to me touching and flexing her leg joints when I told her what I was doing. I'm experimenting with manipulating her legs without warning to see her reaction. A few times she has withdrawn from me but once she didn't have much of a reaction. <br />
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If you love a good medical mystery, feel free to Google my kid and give me suggestions of what to check for or consider! Anything is game at this point.<br />
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While I'm not overly worried, I am concerned and very frustrated. It's also challenging because Lily is very fussy at times and wakes up with an elevated temperature at least once a night. I want my happy, playful baby back. <br />
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I am thankful serious things like leukemia have been ruled out, so I'm not letting my mind get away from me, but it has to be something.Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-61758152193583672242011-07-10T21:30:00.000-07:002011-07-10T21:32:47.588-07:00this is the fever that never endsIf you follow me on <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/beana619">Twitter</a>, you know that it's been quite the week for us. I shared this sad photo on <a href="http://beancircus.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday-sick-sick-sick.html">Wednesday</a>. It was a rough week for our Lily-bug.<br />
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Monday (July 4) she woke up from her nap a little out of it and fussy. By 4:30 we realized she had a fever. After last month's <a href="http://beancircus.blogspot.com/2011/06/grossly-abnormal-makes-mama-nervous.html">episode</a>, I knew she needed a doctor visit immediately. We went for bloodwork first on Tuesday morning and then visited the doctor on Tuesday afternoon with the results. Once again, her white count and CRP were elevated. Poor munchkin had to get antibiotic shots again. (click to read about my crazy <a href="http://beancircus.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-day.html">Tuesday</a>)<br />
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Wednesday afternoon, her fever was still raging, so we went back for more shots. As soon as I tell Lily we are going to the doctor or when she recognizes the landmarks as we drive, she says "all better, no doctor" in the saddest, sickest voice. And Thursday, fever still there. We paid a lot of co-pays this week. The doctor said if Lily's fever went up to 101 on Friday, he would admit her to the hospital.<br />
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So, guess where we ended up on Friday evening?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They did a pretty full work-up on her including an x-ray and ultrasound. Thankfully, they didn't find anything serious going on, which was our biggest concern. Lily was pretty dehydrated, so being on an IV for 24 hours was a very positive thing. Her urine output had been very little and the IV increased it dramatically, which helped with the fever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfortunately, they weren't able to identify the source of the fever and since it stayed low while we were there, they felt good discharging her. Since she had improved and actual sleep and rest in a hospital is difficult, we were comfortable with that. Her temperature has stayed 1-2 degrees above normal, but overall she is improving.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We will be seeing an immunologist to follow-up and hopefully figure out why Lily has these frequent fevers and if they are infections or viruses or another cause. Right now I'm focusing on the fact that she is improving and even though this is the 7th day of her fever, it is very low and decreasing. It is concerning to me that she has had 15 fevers in 13 months.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am very happy that Lily is in her own bed tonight (and keeps calling us for silly things tonight) instead of in a hospital bed. Although she actually was never in the hospital bed because it was a crib that she wanted nothing to do with. She spent her time in the fold out bed if she wasn't in my lap.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More pictures tomorrow and things I learned being in the hospital with my daughter.</div>Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-45799039191020320702011-07-06T23:22:00.001-07:002011-07-06T23:23:00.292-07:00Wordless Wednesday: sick, sick, sick<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/castillo.corrina/OurThreeBeanCircus?authkey=Gv1sRgCPa6nc-oyaSGnAE#5626492085093660786'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinw7sgVWwW1kXZmNsGVo93jDvRWeQkz__RsxwgKnOqMhMTnN0sS8EDHEDDAq72VgjFcW4BlvvwLmslY3EpsfMVn-LXH52cQiOCsI3Ha_1-p01aeOIKzI97ok7oA7LL7CmQD2p17wiT_Ehf/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-15183616545060140872011-07-05T17:48:00.000-07:002011-07-10T21:33:39.593-07:00this dayI have been trying to live by the phrase "embrace this day." I read it somewhere on the interwebs more than a year ago. And it keeps coming back to me. <br />
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The idea being, I need to live the day, whatever it holds, the good and the bad. There will be things about each day that I wish were different, there will be challenges and circumstances beyond my control. But wallowing in self-pity and always looking at the "greener" grass in someone else's life will get me nowhere.<br />
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If I trust God, I trust what each day holds. I need to be able to say, "this is the day the Lord made" even when I don't like what it's the day. To embrace this day, as well as those days.<br />
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You'll be hearing more about this from me soon.<br />
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But...today, has been one of "those days". A day that I struggle to embrace. A day that threatens to swallow me.<br />
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I've had a cold for almost a week now. Sunday it took my voice, which has been lovely. I sound like a lifelong smoker today. Monday I ran a 9.3 mile race. I enjoyed it, but it was tough due to the cold, difficulty breathing and a very nasty raw piece of foot. The house is a disaster, because we've been having too much fun this holiday weekend.<br />
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I was up at 5am on Monday for my race. I arrived back home around 9:30am and we headed to Bean's moms condo to swim for a bit. I tried to nap in the afternoon, but for some reason was only succesful in heavy dozing and daydreaming.<br />
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We headed to some friends for a 4th of July tradition of BBQ, sundaes and firework viewing from their front driveway. Within 30 minutes of arrival, Lily was hit hard with illness. <a href="http://beancircus.blogspot.com/2011/06/mama-bear.html">Again</a>. Her fever quickly rose and I ran to get some Motrin. She perked up for a few hours, but was down again later in the evening.<br />
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It was a difficult night for her. Bean and I didn't get much sleep. <br />
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VBS started today for the older girls. I was able to call the doctor office and get them to order bloodwork in light of <a href="http://beancircus.blogspot.com/2011/06/grossly-abnormal-makes-mama-nervous.html">last months illness episode</a>. This way I could go to an afternoon appointment with bloodwork results already in.<br />
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This was my morning.<br />
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Pick up my niece (on my way, so no big deal)<br />
Drop three girls at church for VBS<br />
Drive 20 minutes to lab...stopping off to get cash because I have to pay for parking<br />
Call the DMV 800 number to reschedule an appointment I had this afternoon for my expired license because I needed to bring Lily to the doctor instead.<br />
The lab doesn't have our bloodwork orders<br />
While I'm calling the doctor's office, the DMV calls me back, and it takes FOREVER for her to reschedule my appointment. <br />
Call the doctor office again. Leave a message. Call the emergency line, which I guess was for true life-threatening emergencies. They call me back and I wait on hold again to talk to the nurse.<br />
The doctor hasn't signed the orders, so he does. grrrrrr<br />
Finally get the bloodwork done. This was our third visit, and she knows what's coming. On our way there, in her lethargic voice she said "all better, no doctor."<br />
Take Lily to my mother-in-law's<br />
Race to work for a meeting, for which they are waiting for me<br />
Almost to work and the nurse calls. Bloodwork is already back and h<a href="http://beancircus.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-it-doesnt-pay-to-be-medical-info.html">er counts show infection again</a>.<br />
Meeting, coordinating kids for the afternoon, speed through the must-do's for today at work (already a short week with the Monday holiday)<br />
Pick up Lily and spend over an hour at the doctor waiting, talking, getting shots and waiting some more<br />
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It has been a difficult day to find gifts. But I've tried. I didn't get to eat lunch. Which resulted in a headache, which I still have. It's sticky today. I've had a feverish baby laying on me much of the day.<br />
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Oh, did I mention I stunk? And I was a sticky, sweaty mess myself? I've been experimenting with wearing deodorant only (no antiperspirant). Today the deodorant wasn't strong enough. (thankfully I have back-up antiperspirant in my desk). It was also the wrong day to wear a skirt. I'm pretty sure I flashed a few people at the lab when I stood up with my hot, heavy toddler and my skirt was stuck to my skin and all bunched up. Sorry folks.<br />
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A hard day to embrace.<br />
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But I have a flexible job that cares about my family and is supportive of my priorities as a mommy. I was smart enough to request bloodwork first, instead of two visits to the doctor office in one day. I was really hoping it wouldn't show anything. But the pattern is the same, and deep down I knew.<br />
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I just wish I really knew what was going on. I wish someone knew. Toddlers shouldn't get strong bacterial infections 4 weeks apart. They are doing a few cultures to try and identify the bacteria. And waiting to see if the antibiotic shots knock down the fever.<br />
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Looking back, I see I never posted a true follow-up to last month's illness. Her urine culture never grew anything. So the doctor said there was no way of knowing exactly where the bacteria originated from and how long it had been around, since she's been having these monthly fevers almost all year. Repeat bloodwork was normal, so we thought all was good. Guess not, because this nasty thing is back.<br />
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I just want answers.<br />
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Those I can embrace.Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-33683720850258381852011-07-02T21:10:00.000-07:002011-07-02T21:13:49.885-07:00Happy long weekendPracticing Yankee Doodle Dandee for church on Sunday. <br /><br />All-Star Baseball games, dusty lots & blazing heat. <br /><br />Sprinklers topped with otter pops. <br /><br />BBQ and family. <br /><br />Bathing suits on doorknobs all through the house. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/castillo.corrina/OurThreeBeanCircus?authkey=Gv1sRgCPa6nc-oyaSGnAE#5624973754638858834'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTa0FWrw5PtQjuAPS4DSVCsZqbvsSvkIocFxlLeULu5tncRQS_Eng2OxL_6LKCTNXPlmlBYZWNY4JjahYvPjzMA5FGdgiwr2X1JFIO5UGrgyjLtttuZyCqrbuTyYA22C39P2oCj7oB970/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Summer is here. June and most of her gloom are gone. My quarter-Mexican (with a dash of Cherokee) children are bronzing quite nicely. <br /><br />However this mama is trying to not get pink and achieve a slightly darker shade of white. <br /><br />I hope you are enjoying your long weekend. Ours is full as always, but we are together and thats what matters most. <br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-5992967076483107162011-06-29T12:28:00.000-07:002011-06-29T12:28:22.775-07:00a little easierIt's summertime!<br />
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And the living is <s>easy</s> a little easier.<br />
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It always happens when summer hits, especially now that I have one child in school. I ask myself, "why didn't I become a teacher?" Because being off for the summer, stretching your 9 or 10 months of paychecks into 12 months, sounds pretty nice and doable. But then I remember what it would mean to teach in a class all day everyday for 9 months, and I'm incredibly thankful to those who are called to be teachers. Because although I probably would make an okay teacher, it just doesn't sound all that appealing. Now teaching college students, I could do. But it doesn't pay enough and it's hard to break into.<br />
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But still, in the summertime, the living is a little easier for me, and I appreciate it.<br />
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Although I still have to get up 4 days a week and get myself to work, the kids don't need to be up as early. They can sleep in and just throw on whatever clothes they want. There is no rush to get Miss Rose to eat breakfast before school. I don't stress as much about messy hair. And in our house of curly-heads, there is a lot of that.<br />
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On Mondays, the kids are at home with a babysitter. Tuesdays and Wednesdays they head to Grammie's house for the day where swimming in her condo pool is usually one of the orders of the day. Sundays is a work day for me, but since Bean is home, there is no rush out the door for them. Although Bean does have quite the task of readying three girls for church on his own. They wear jeans and tshirts a lot, but that's ok.<br />
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We don't have to rush to eat dinner by 5:30pm, in order to give time for reading, homework, showers and family time and bed by 7:30pm. The younger girls are still going to bed around 7:30, but we have started letting Miss Rose stay up until 8pm since she now has her own room. There are a few kids on our street she enjoys playing with who get home a lot later with their single moms and it's nice when she wants to go ride scooters at 6:30pm to say--sure, go for it.<br />
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We all love Thursdays. Finally a morning they can sleep as long as they want. Although Lily is usually up by 7am and her greeting lately is "hungry." But we stay in our jammies for a while, I drink a leisurely cup of coffee (or splurge on two) and the girls enjoy a lazy morning of a few shows and running around playing with each other. They all often end up in their underwear, or shirtless. <br />
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Come mid-August, we will all be ready for more routine again and Miss Rose will need the intellectual stimulation of school. We'll make sure to hit the beach a few more times and all our local funspots before school starts after Labor Day.<br />
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But for now, we're enjoying some easier living.<br />
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I'm linking up today with <a href="http://www.workwifemomlife.com/2011/06/summer-lovin.html">Work, Wife, Mom, Life</a>. Even if you aren't a working mom, tell me how you're enjoying summer so far.Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-82571742704256531032011-06-28T21:36:00.000-07:002011-06-28T21:36:29.518-07:00this & thatIt's been six days since I last blogged! I am inspired during the day for various blog posts, but by the time the evening hits, I'm so tired and have lost all my ideas.<br />
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So here's some this & that, also know as micro-blogging :) (are smiley faces professional in blogging? Probably not, but I still like typing them)<br />
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Miss Rose & Gracie began their second week of swim lessons today. They are both really enjoying them and Gracie is learning to swim! Hopefully once her lessons are done we can ditch her floaties for good. Miss Rose has a pretty strong and broad upper body. I'd love to have her on a swim team sometime in the next few years and see how she does. She love the water. They get to swim at their Grammie's house quite a bit.<br />
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Lily is having some potty-training regression right now, which is driving me crazy. She's been almost fully-trained for a few months now. After the first few days she didn't have any daytime accidents, starting staying dry during naps and 4-5 nights a week her pull-up is dry.<br />
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And now all of the sudden she has had 2 days in a row of naptime accidents and peed in the highchair, on the carpet and the couch. And I know it's a control issue because one time she told me she wanted to go pee in her highchair and yesterday she told the babysitter it was apple juice in the highchair not pee. This is a sneaky one. <br />
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I am not sure what's causing it. Nothing has changed. Hopefully after having several days off in a row later this week I can get her snapped out of it. That's one of the hard things about being a working mom, you can't deal with this stuff right away.<br />
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Bean is out on the town at a punk rock show, re-living the days of his youth. I've been to a lot of punk rock shows myself. He doesn't do a lot of fun, social events--so I'm always very happy when he does. Everyone needs that.<br />
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I am SO in on <a href="http://www.karenkingsbury.com/books/series/bailey-flanigan-series">this book series</a> right now. I confess, I've loved Christian fiction my whole life. I've always been a reader and I devoured the church library as a girl and continued on. I read fiction books so fast though, I typically wait until the local library has them and I check them out.<br />
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But on my birthday, I splurged for a Kindle version of the first book in the series, which I read on my iPhone Kindle (LOVE!). And I couldn't wait for the second book, which was just released. So I bought it from Amazon and it came yesterday. <i>Maybe</i> I finished reading it tonight. I bought the actual book and figured I'll try to re-sell it on Amazon . And now I have to wait until Fall for the next book and March 2012 for the last one. <br />
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Karen Kingsbury's tagline is "life-changing fiction" and I can't tell you how many times a Biblical truth or scripture verse from one of her books (or the countless other authors I have read) sticks with me and inspires me. <br />
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For instance, Ezra 10:4 is quoted in the book I just finished and it's really stuck with me.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">"Rise up; this matter is in your hands. We will support you, so take courage and do it.”</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It doesn't necessarily apply to any current situation in my life, but it's a great verse and I'll remember it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div>Sometime during the night, I got a sore throat. And it hasn't gone away. I feel a little under the weather. I really hope I don't get a full blown cold. Because it's summer, and a cold in the summer is the pits. And I have a race on Monday that I want to feel good for.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Today I realized I have a long weekend, kind of. I have church on Sunday, but Monday is a holiday! </div><div><br />
</div><div>I told myself I'd get to bed early tonight, since Bean isn't home. He doesn't need as much sleep as me and I always stay up too late with him.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Toodles!</div>Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-55797465615843198002011-06-22T22:17:00.000-07:002011-06-22T22:20:38.534-07:00where I'm fromI read this on <a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2011/06/where-im-from.html">Stephanie's blog</a> and I was so captivated, I had to join in.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I am from books, from Diet Coke [although not anymore] </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">and coonskin caps.</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I am from many houses, all made home by family and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Ancient sheets and towels and rattan furniture.</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I am from the roses and homegrown sprouts</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I am from waiting until Christmas Eve to get a tree and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Playing guitar and singing as a family, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">From YZ and Rose and Marie Durfey.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I am from the brutally honest and laughing your way through tragedy.</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">From "rub a dub dub thanks for the grub" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">and children should be seen and not heard.</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I am from grace and forgiveness, from healing and wholeness, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">from friendship and relationship with Jesus and the gift of his Spirit. </span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I'm from Seattle, San Diego, Texas and Louisiana, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Texas Sheet Cake and Cheez-its, black beans and rice</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">From the family who folded newspapers together, rode bikes and sat on the back of station wagons to deliver them. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">From siblings who share the same nose, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">the same voice and facial expressions, saying both like "bolth"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">who share memories and life, but really look nothing alike. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">From grandparents who collected and </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Grandparents who never figured it out. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I am from miniature doll houses, Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">from Little House On the Prairie and homeschooling. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">From baby dolls, but never Barbies. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I am from a little girl, full of dreams, plans and desires</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Living them out in ways unexpected</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Trusting. Embracing. Believing. Hoping. Dreaming.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">If you'd like to join, here's the <a href="http://www.carts.org/staff_poem2.html">original</a> and a <a href="http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm">template</a>. Link up in the comments on <a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2011/06/where-im-from.html">Steph's blog</a> too! </span>Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-39848213016307159612011-06-21T21:51:00.000-07:002011-06-21T21:51:33.698-07:00almost wordless wednesday: the fair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">{a very loaded down stroller}</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIR20hZM-DQo1MAPO9rU25zMLQdX3bMr5EvPCHbea3tyUh5U9Xv1aG79FgqM2HzFYk-TBU5y6Lv0ZSvt7dTRx56wNYqalmFuMNzhwU_og5SP-4qYqEdaE-3HUXbvb0cZmZPA9bAnK-GL2d/s1600/IMG_6230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIR20hZM-DQo1MAPO9rU25zMLQdX3bMr5EvPCHbea3tyUh5U9Xv1aG79FgqM2HzFYk-TBU5y6Lv0ZSvt7dTRx56wNYqalmFuMNzhwU_og5SP-4qYqEdaE-3HUXbvb0cZmZPA9bAnK-GL2d/s320/IMG_6230.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Miss Rose was turning their cup SO fast, Gracie looked petrified, although she was having fun. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had to yell to Miss Rose to slow it down</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">{my girly girl and her necklace and her current favorite outfit, a skirt and matching tank top with Ariel on them}</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFV1DmoXi73lA7fL0O16Mf5WY89LX-xOXfMLsNSqiu90kP4vbV4ORK3w2rHnmsiq9qYKIFdFYiI2Xr0wIJhdQOQkxXOdUmJX1PEHx2PxmbTOfaHBQRTM9P9KdtIJY_9i7YmmfO4MfCCjm5/s1600/fair_m+necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFV1DmoXi73lA7fL0O16Mf5WY89LX-xOXfMLsNSqiu90kP4vbV4ORK3w2rHnmsiq9qYKIFdFYiI2Xr0wIJhdQOQkxXOdUmJX1PEHx2PxmbTOfaHBQRTM9P9KdtIJY_9i7YmmfO4MfCCjm5/s320/fair_m+necklace.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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She really wanted me to go on the ride with her. Please note my knees out to the side and how squashed she is because these really aren't made for adults. But she loved having me with her and that's all that mattered.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">{we cannot believe how big our skater girl is getting. she wears that hat almost every day}</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCCluytykpPctHBWRWTmY9riLQ3sCBq20DmfjBDc_kYdwa6dCpA0k46ngHLUwRKO4Wko_IYSfPyMEm1sCmIqY_4IV3o1LhAQaoGGMXXbliAiijLPqqdqFDm0D1TfUk3RTqlFsDbTaxMB5/s1600/fair_rogella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCCluytykpPctHBWRWTmY9riLQ3sCBq20DmfjBDc_kYdwa6dCpA0k46ngHLUwRKO4Wko_IYSfPyMEm1sCmIqY_4IV3o1LhAQaoGGMXXbliAiijLPqqdqFDm0D1TfUk3RTqlFsDbTaxMB5/s320/fair_rogella.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And for fun, check out our trip to the Fair in <a href="http://beancircus.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-day-at-fair_8918.html">2008</a>. I guess I failed to blog the other years. Interestingly enough, I was very newly pregnant with Lily in these photos--a fact I was completely unaware of and wouldn't learn for another month or so!</div>Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-35668384399880900502011-06-20T22:09:00.000-07:002011-06-20T22:09:05.478-07:00micro-bloggingI seem to lack the time and the dedication to keep up with life happenings on this blog. So here are five micro-blogs.<br />
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<i>We went to the fair on Friday and had lots of fun.</i> I love annual events like this. I remember going with my mom when Miss Rose was 3 and Gracie was just an infant. And then they were 4 and 1, and we went as a family for the first time. And I was unknowingly pregnant with Lily at the time. And we've been there every year since.<br />
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<i>Sunday was Father's Day. And my 34th birthday</i>. I spoiled Bean and it felt good. I should spoil him more often. But I guess if we both were prone to spoiling the other, we'd be super broke! Maybe we both need to find balance.<br />
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<i>Even though Sunday was my birthday, I wanted it to be a special day for Bean</i>, and I spent the morning at church of course. So I took today off for "self-appreciation." I got a mani/pedi, did some shopping, went for a run. A couple bumps in the road made it slightly less than perfect, but it was nice to choose what I wanted to do all day.<br />
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<i>I have 34 reasons that show I'm getting older</i>. Feeling older. Acting older. Looking older. I'm working on embracing it, but it's not always my favorite.<br />
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<i>Girls are just as crazy as boys.</i> You may think that because we have three girls, that our lives are not as full of chaos, energy and craziness as a family of three boys. I beg to differ with that opinion. Come over some day, when my beautiful daughters are running around our small home playing tag, sliding in their socks on the wood floor, wrestling, yelling, hitting and kicking one another for fun, dancing, stripping down to their panties to do these activities, and the list goes on. My girls are rough and tumble. That's for sure.<br />
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I may or may not get to elaborate on these topics. <i>May not </i>is more likely.Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-84033016737630017952011-06-17T11:20:00.001-07:002011-06-17T21:12:36.052-07:00Kicking it offMonday was this girl's last day of school.<br />
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Thursday was my first day off this week and we had some fun at Sea World.<br />
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And today, the fair!! With Daddy!<br />
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We are having our usual "June Gloom" but we are kicking summer off nonetheless. <br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneCorrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-55730052230009682432011-06-12T21:44:00.001-07:002011-06-12T21:59:45.052-07:00alone togetherThe Mister and I had a wonderful day together on Saturday. It was the second meeting of a marriage discipleship group we are a part of. It's geared towards investing time in ourselves individually and as a couple, with God. It's such a great experience. We highly respect the leaders of the group (in fact, one of the pastors who married us) and we couldn't say no!<br />
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It's an incredible maneuver coordinating our life to have an entire day away from the children and life. The group meets about 100 miles away, so drive time is involved too. Last time we took the kids to my sister's house who lives near there, but this time she was going to be in town and stayed with them at our house.<br />
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Our marriage is worth the investment. Even when this group is over, I hope to keep up this routine of getting away, even if it's only half a day, at least every few months. We spend time by ourselves and time together and a small amount of time sharing as a group. It's such a rich time.<br />
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We meet across the street from the beach. It was cool and overcast in the morning and the beach was deserted. Perfect. I spent 2 hours with my Bible, my journal, our guide for the morning and music. Sometimes I like the beach best when it's like this.<br />
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Once we joined back together, Bean and I headed to another local beach area for lunch. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wedge_(surfing)">The Wedge</a> is a rather famous spot and we saw a few good sets. There were a few more people there, but it still wasn't too busy.<br />
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I love roses. Someday I want to have a rose garden. Or at least a bunch of rose bushes.<br />
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We capped the night with dinner with lifelong friends...about 10 of them. We have a number of good, lifelong friends who live in the area and almost all of them were able to meet us for dinner before we headed up.<br />
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My heart is full.Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-13183859560846359222011-06-09T22:13:00.001-07:002011-06-09T22:13:54.771-07:00how we roll on a Thursday...in photos<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I've posted before about how slow most Thursdays are. I've just worked 4 days in a row. My kids have been up and ready early and haven't had a lot of time with mom and dad. Wednesday nights we are at church. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">So Thursday mornings are bliss. We don't have to get dressed, well except for Miss Rose going to school (although this is her last full week!). If it's my week to drive, usually the rest of us are still in jammies in the minivan. I try to not schedule things early, if anything at all.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Do you know that even kids of two-working-parents get tired during the work-week? I can tell on Thursdays, my kids are tired. They are ready to be in their own home all day and play with their own toys. Sometimes they resist getting dressed at all during the day. I let them lounge on the couch and watch a little extra TV. They love to play, so if they are actually still, watching a show, I know they need the downtime.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgLQByOk3wgiEAMsIKaT_S_1uOi9k0IykLJZ3-WS2oKPCT8CajNCMaqH9BZc2C6Qvnjr6im51njIlZ9VPuf73tVqpQtdWeI05bp5e6r8hP2c2pMn6Pu8NqTUQcAgaRvZOetMAbyywaUo/s1600/IMG_2542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgLQByOk3wgiEAMsIKaT_S_1uOi9k0IykLJZ3-WS2oKPCT8CajNCMaqH9BZc2C6Qvnjr6im51njIlZ9VPuf73tVqpQtdWeI05bp5e6r8hP2c2pMn6Pu8NqTUQcAgaRvZOetMAbyywaUo/s320/IMG_2542.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Not a lot of housework gets done in the early part of the week. Sometimes I get an urge to do deep cleaning or organization on Thursdays. Today was one of those days. It was gloomy all day--typical June for us--but it made me want to hunker down in the house, and the girls didn't mind either.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">A few weeks ago I moved Miss Rose into Lily's room and moved Lily in with Maleah. Miss Rose actually was the only one who had a hard time the first night, but it's been great. However, the little girls' room still needed a lot of attention. So I decided to tackle it today.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The other day I told her she should do extra chores and earn money to buy me a super nice birthday present. She said, "I know what I'll give you. A...big...chunk...of...love." Sweet. And sassy. Doesn't want to spend her money on mama. That's ok. I'd rather have her love anyday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">(oh, I do have somewhat of a conclusion to the saga of Lily's illness this week. She is doing much better. I'll post about it tomorrow)</div>Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-61939045800696431522011-06-07T15:49:00.000-07:002011-06-07T15:49:04.504-07:00when it doesn't pay to be a medical-info junkieI've always been fascinated by all things related to the medical practice. I didn't play house with my dolls, I played hospital. When I was 9, I got a bad case of chicken pox and then I passed them on to my three younger siblings. Since I had them first, I got better before they did. My mom still has charts I made to keep track of their medicine dosage.<br />
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Some of my friends tease me about how much I know about illnesses, diseases, medical procedures etc. I love most medical shows. My friends call or text me their medical questions.<br />
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When it comes to my kids, this fascination I have is usually a positive thing. I typically know when my kids have an infection and need antibiotics or when it's just a virus. I hate wasting the $15 co-pay to be told it's a virus and will have to work itself out. So I learned and listened to the doctors explain things.<br />
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However, it also means I tend to overthink medical things. Like right now. Lily still had a 103 fever this morning and was downright miserable. I was hoping to go to work and leave her with my mother-in-law to rest and watch movies. But she needed so much attention this morning that I knew she needed mama. <br />
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The doctor told me yesterday that after the antibiotic shots I should see some improvement today. Still having a 104 fever at 4am and then 103 at 9am was not on par with the improvement I was expecting.<br />
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I spoke with the nurse who told me some signs to look for of other serious medical issues that would necessitate an immediate appointment (none of which she has). He also told me that so far, her urine culture wasn't growing anything. If she does have a UTI, the culture will grow the infection. (sorry if that just grossed you out.) 24 hours is the typical incubation period, and it had only been about half that when I talked to him. Which is why our follow-up appointment is on Wednesday, when those results will be conclusive.<br />
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And now my mind races. What if it isn't a UTI? Where is the infection in her? How did she go from perfectly fine on Saturday night, to an average fever on Sunday to a raging fever on Monday complete with a bad bacterial infection. <br />
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This is when it doesn't pay to be a medical info junkie.<br />
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I'm thankful I was able to stay home and care for her today and her fever is coming down, a degree at a time. The antibiotic she received yesterday is effective for a wide range of infections so we are on the road to recovery.<br />
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We'll see what our follow-up appointment holds tomorrow.Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-81468415576425658712011-06-06T20:59:00.000-07:002011-06-06T20:59:37.659-07:00"grossly abnormal" makes a mama nervousIn true <a href="http://beancircus.blogspot.com/2011/06/mama-bear.html">Mama Bear</a> fashion, I marched my feverish Lilybug to the doctor this morning, determined to leave with more than "it's a virus." It may be a virus. But then she's getting a virus every 3-4 weeks, which I don't feel is reasonably normal.<br />
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I love my pediatrician. Most of the time. We go to a practice with several ped's but we see one particular doctor the most (he's the "headlining ped" there). He sounds like Ben Stein. He's a middle-aged Jewish man who talks to me about how he prepares ribs and chastises me when I don't bring Miss Rose in soon enough when her allergies turn into a sinus infection. Sometimes he's a little old fashioned in his thinking, but I can easily brush that off.<br />
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I wasn't sure today whether I'd love him or be annoyed with him. No one is perfect.<br />
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Turns out I love him.<br />
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While Lily showed no symptoms beyond a fever and a red throat, he listened carefully to my concerns about the reoccurring fevers and he spent a lot of time looking at her records. Since her latest illnesses didn't have any upper respiratory symptoms he wanted to investigate the possibility of a f<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Periodic_fever,_aphthous_stomatitis,_pharyngitis_and_adenitis">ever syndrome</a> and refer her to Infectious Disease. He ordered bloodwork, which was of course at a different location. I debated getting it done today or waiting until tomorrow.<br />
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I decided to just get it done today. They told me the basic work-up results would be available later in the day, but the main test he wanted would take a few days.<br />
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So I was a little surprised to get a phone call this afternoon asking if I could bring Lily back in because the doctor was concerned she had a bacterial infection. When I asked exactly when to come--she said come now, and she'd notify the front office we were coming.<br />
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That makes a mama bit nervous. I was trying to figure out what infection she might have that required us returning and what it meant.<br />
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So I left work early, got Lily and went back to the doctor. They wanted a urine sample from her. She's potty-trained now, but miserable with fever and a little confused why mama is holding a cup in the toilet under her. She just cried during my first two attempts. If I couldn't get her to pee in the cup, they'd have to catheterize her--which is awful. It's been done before. I prayed out loud in the bathroom before attempt number three, and she PEED IN THE CUP! It's the little things, that are the biggest, you know.<br />
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The doctor walks in and says " well, her bloodwork came back grossly abnormal." REALLY? Did you need to use that phrase?! One of the tests should be at a 1, she was at 13! Her urine test showed a lot of infection. Enough that she needed two antibiotic shots in her legs. It was A LOT of medicine in that syringe going into her legs. Which are very sore tonight.<br />
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We go in on Wednesday for a follow-up. I got the feeling the doctor wants to make sure the UTI is all that is going on since her bloodwork was so off. He said she should be much better in the morning due to the antibiotic shots today.<br />
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I am blessed to have a otherwise healthy child though. It gave me a new perspective on parents with children with terrible diseases and chronic illness. <br />
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I am blessed we have great insurance from Bean's job. I am blessed I could leave my job early to get my baby cared for.<br />
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But please Dr. Sounds Like Ben Stein, let's not use the phrase "grossly abnormal" again. Cause this mama is still anxious about the next few days!Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-54943582244706744912011-06-05T21:47:00.000-07:002011-06-05T21:48:35.014-07:00mama bearLily woke up with a fever this morning.<br />
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It's been about a month since her last one, so I should have known it was coming.<br />
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I haven't kept exact records, but I'm fairly certain she's had a fever at least every four weeks since last November. Serious. True story.<br />
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So it's time for this mama bear to flex her muscles.<br />
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I brought up an ENT consult at a recent doctor appointment (I believe the LAST time she had a fever) but they weren't quite ready to hand it over.<br />
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This time, I'm insisting. There may be nothing causing all these viruses and infections to fester in my sweet girl, but then again there may be. My <i>irl </i>friend over at <a href="http://wonderyearsof2.blogspot.com/">The Wonder Years</a> shared with me how her insistence on an ENT consult revealed large adnoids in her constantly sick son and their removal drastically improved his health.<br />
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I'm certain it's a virus again. And I think the third virus in a row to attack her throat. <br />
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But that doesn't make it right. <br />
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I don't want unnecessary intervention. But I do want to know she's been thoroughly examined by a specialist and they've determined what is or isn't necessary.<br />
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Wish me luck tomorrow!!Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-22491170440649453022011-06-04T21:51:00.000-07:002011-06-04T21:51:35.730-07:00In case you wanted to knowIn case you wanted to know...<br />
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Miss Rose made up a card game for us to play, which was a mix of war and poker. But she informed us there was no betting involved. I asked, and still can't figure out how she knows about cards and betting. She also asked if we had any dice or spinning wheels to incorporate into the game. I can't make this up. And all the holy roller pentecostals rolled in their graves. <br />
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And if you're interested...<br />
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Lily told Gracie tonight at dinner "no talking back." The admonishment did not fit the situation, but we were quite amused that she's picked up that phrase. I'm not surprised though. Out of the mouths of babes. And there you have our number one problem in this house. Lily also loves to tell us "one minute" when she's not ready to obey. She also talks non-stop. It's amazing how a child who usually strings just 3-4 words together at a time can talk incessantly. But she can.<br />
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Oh, and by the way...<br />
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Gracie thinks I should get another wedding dress so I can get married to Daddy again. But when I suggested that someday she'll get married and she could wear my wedding dress, that is "bisgusting" because she would have to kiss a boy. Even though she talks about kissing boys, I'm very glad she is "bisgusted" by it. Gracie also has never seen Glee, but lately her life resembles Glee. Much of her imaginative play happens in original song. The characters sing to one another. Sometimes it gets real loud.<br />
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Friends, this life is a circus. And often I am a poor ringmother of it. But I sure laugh a lot.<br />
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(oh, and photos of Miss Rose's new hairdo are forthcoming. I think I need to get them off my phone.)Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-76689432260206414592011-05-31T21:40:00.000-07:002011-05-31T21:40:26.430-07:00latest happeningsDid you know that Miss Rose cut the side of her hair, because she had frosting in it? Which resulted in an expedited full hair-cut (which was in the works already). It's very cute! And just like her mama, she wasn't a big fan of having her hair blown-dry straight. She's a natural girl, as crazy and unpredictable as our hair may be.<br />
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Have I told you that Lily is now potty-trained? She's pretty much a potty training superstar. She had a few accidents the first few days but after that--all pee has been in the potty! We still use pull-ups when we are out for a long time or at church, but she NEVER pees in it. Poop took a few days longer than pee, and there were some pooplets on the floor, but she did get it. She hasn't pooped in her pants even once, now that she's wearing panties full-time. We do make a lot of trips to the bathroom. But still better than buying diapers and wipes.<br />
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Gracie is going to make her first foray into sports this fall! We are registering her for soccer soon. Miss Rose goes back and forth on whether she wants to play again or not. Gracie is very much a girl, but a feisty one. She wrestles and roughhouses with the best of them. If she likes soccer, I think she'll be a go-getter!<br />
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Stay tuned for more.Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-62938069012637081872011-05-28T22:36:00.001-07:002011-05-28T22:39:47.878-07:00in photos<center><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/castillo.corrina/OurThreeBeanCircus?authkey=Gv1sRgCPa6nc-oyaSGnAE#5612007778451171090"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-W3cDLL336Wb0Vy1ExdqHZKGGlGjeVCLrjbICUb__ihIsMn5qRRDHcggLvCFFOyQdnYFBWvikV0rYgxJ0fEJuJhyphenhyphenp927VCPEh7Ybg4nH2DAiYuVyYy8puo2w7Wj_ow4reUevtd7Jbd1g/s400/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="297" /></a></center><br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneCorrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-20729995461389363262011-05-24T06:00:00.000-07:002011-05-24T06:00:11.627-07:00oh so proudI'm a pastor.<br />
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My kids have cut their teeth on the church pews.<br />
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Yeah, that last sentance makes me sound VERY old. But I still like it.<br />
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I sang and lead worship while the older two were in utero. I went on a missions trip pregnant with Miss Rose and she came to Mexico with me three times as a newborn, 1 year old and 2 year old. I took Gracie on a missions trip when she was 2.5 months. Gracie came to work with me until she was 6 weeks old.<br />
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They have probably been in double the amount of Sunday School classes most kids are--because when they know I'm at church, they want to be there too. They rarely miss Sunday School. Unless someone in the family is sick.<br />
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So, you'd think they really have the truths of Scripture in them, even at their young ages. <br />
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Which is why I was so proud tonight when Miss Rose said:<br />
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"Sometimes I like being bad. I think I'll make Satan my friend."<br />
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And not ten minutes later, Gracie said:<br />
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"I'm going to kick Jesus out of my heart."<br />
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They were in separate rooms, and did not hear what they other said.<br />
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Proud doesn't even begin to describe how this pastor-mommy feels.<br />
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I'm going to need to have a chat with their Sunday School teachers.Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610223524638757169.post-21546188438412946732011-05-22T21:58:00.000-07:002011-05-22T21:58:57.789-07:00over-achieverEvery so often I have an experience that reminds me that I am an over-achiever. <br />
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I'm no perfectionist. It's not about perfection per say. It's just about what I think is best, what I think is excellent and I won't settle for less.<br />
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Case in point.<br />
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Last month I took a team to Romania from my church. Yes, the trip I've written one blog about, promised more and haven't delivered yet. Well, this morning we were schedule to give a report on the trip. This usually consists of a person or three sharing some stories and details of the trip and maybe some photos on powerpoint. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this form of sharing about a missions trip.<br />
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But I'm an over-achiever. With a Mac computer. That has iMovie. Don't you think it would be cool if I made a video of our trip using photos and then had our team members share brief anecdotes that I would record with the built-in microphone? Yes, I think that would be fabulous.<br />
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Oh, I spent at least 15 hours working on my 4-minute presentation. I know that's pretty much par for the course. It drove me crazy. I am not meant to look at the same screen for hours and hours on end. I had no idea what time of the day it was when I was working on it.<br />
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No only am I an over-achiever. But I'm a bit of a procrastinator too. I'm motivated by that adrenaline of a deadline. <br />
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So I put the finishing touches on my project last night. <br />
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Where I found out, googling my issues, that there is a glitch in the version of software I have, causing the audio level adjustments to not work. I couldn't get the music to lower, when the narration came in. I gave up.<br />
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Exporting takes a long time, so I started it and headed to bed. Morning came and I grabbed my flash drive and the computer and headed in. Time to upload the file for service. But it wasn't on the flash drive. Begin export again. Still not working right. Try again.<br />
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By now, it's time for our first service. During which I went up and shared about the trip and showed one photo of our team. Thankfully, I succeeded in exporting the file and uploading it for our tech team right before I had to go teach a class. <br />
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It was a super stressful morning. During which I was mad at myself for procrastinating. Mad at the software for not working properly. Mad that I was such an overachiever because it would have taken an hour to create a powerpoint with music. <br />
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But no, I'm an overachiever. So I have to always go one up, on myself. I never compete with others. It's always my own brain. I'm the girl who gets a B+ and is mad I didn't get an A, while most people are rejoicing they got a B! (if I was a perfectionist, I'd have been a straight-A student...but I wasn't)<br />
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This is pretty indicative of my life. I always try to do more. I always over-commit. I never want to take the "easy way out" because I expect more of myself. But I need to take it a little easier on myself.<br />
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While cleaning off the "counter of death" (aka where we stack everything and random junk collects) I found a few Christmas cards that were addressed, but had no stamps on them...and were never sent. Then I found thank-you's Miss Rose wrote for her birthday in January, that hadn't been distributed. <br />
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I have to send out Christmas cards. I have to do hand-written thank you notes. <br />
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Good execution, poor follow-through.<br />
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Sometimes, mediocrity is good. Especially when it preserves your sanity. But, I will always strive for excellence in my life. I can't help it.Corrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491213912278655711noreply@blogger.com