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(Bitter) Sweet Relief, Daddy’s Day, Swim Report, Potty World

27 Jun

One morning last summer, I put my ring on like I do every other morning.  Sure, it was a little snug, but I was six months pregnant and had another baby running around, so I really needed people to see the symbol of marriage on my finger.  I guess I felt like I was being judged enough by having a baby on my hip and another on the way.

Anywho, the summer heat coupled with my swelling belly everything made it impossible to take my ring off later that day.  And the next day.  And the next.  A month later I was still wearing my ring.  When I delivered Rynn, the nurses had to put tape over it as they wheeled me in the OR because the sucker wasn’t coming off.  No worries though, because the same thing happened when I was preggo with Reece and it came off within weeks of giving birth.

With Rynn, however, it did not.  I kept thinking that if I could just lose the weight I’ve gained from having two babies within a year and a half (65 lbs gained during each pregnancy, if you must know), then it would come off.  Well, it turns out the weight is coming off slowly, very slowly (hey, I’m okay with that…I just keep thinking, “One day…”), and my tiny size 4 1/2 ring wasn’t budging.  I tried several times to soak my finger in ice water and use Vaseline, but it was STUCK!

I became desperate when:

1.  I realized it had been a whole year since I’ve had it off.

2.  The skin around my ring, including on the other fingers my ring touches, was eroding.

3.  The chlorine from being in the water with Reece was killing me where the erosion was occurring.

4.  General itchiness, pain, and claustrophobia from having the ring so snug around my finger was driving me crazy!

So I turned to Google.  I found a list of ways to get a ring off a swollen (or in my case, just plain fat) finger.  I went with the saran wrap solution.  You simply wrap some plastic wrap as tight as possible around your finger (from the top of the ring, up), then wait until the circulation has been cut from your finger and it turns blue (not what the directions say, but that’s what I did).  Then, pull the ring and the plastic wrap off together.  With Rynn as my audience, I grimaced my way through the ring-ectomy, and………..SWEET RELIEF!  (The “bitter” part in the title is referring to the idea that I would just lose weight and the ring would come off.)

This is my hand after removing a ring that was stuck on my finger for one whole year.  How sad is that indention in my finger, and the torn up skin around it?


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In case you’re wondering, I bought a fakey at Target, but I’m really just trying to let my hand heal before putting any ring on.  I don’t care if I get judged.  And I decided that when I finally do lose this baby weight, my reward will be putting on my lovely wedding ring that I already miss.

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Am I a bad wife for not posting on Father’s Day or what?!  You wouldn’t think I’m all that bad if you saw all the things Scott got for the occasion.  Actually, I was just making up for skipping a gift on his birthday (What?! It was right after Christmas and I couldn’t think of a single thing to get) and Valentine’s Day (we really don’t exchange gifts then anyway, but I think I did buy myself something).   Let’s just say he really cleaned up.  And he got three cards…one from each of his girls.  I had planned on doing a post, so I asked Reece some questions about her Daddy that day:

What’s your daddy’s name? Cott.

What’s your favorite thing to do with Daddy? Juss go fissin’.

What book do you love Daddy to read to you? Two fiss, Red fiss (that would be One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, and it really is fun to watch Scott read it because he cracks up the whole time).

Who loves you? Dad-dy

What do you like Daddy to sing to you? Jesus yoves me.

There were more questions, but Reece was distracted by that point.  She was probably disciplining her babies or something.

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Parent-Tot swim was an interesting experience this year.  Reece reeeeally got excited when we talked about going to swim each day.  And she reeeeally loved to tell  her Daddy everything she did afterward.  But during swim, it was touch-and-go.  She experienced just about every emotion I think she could possibly have…from intense fear while walking in knee-deep water to licking my face with glee while practicing her kicks.  From happily singing the songs to biting my cheek when asked if she wanted to go under water.  My wounds from swim also included scratches on my arms, pinch marks on my neck, and a sore head from her yanking on my pony tail, all in her effort to cling to me as best she could.  We were a sight to see.  Sadly, I think she was actually doing better in the water before swim lessons.

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She may be a water weenie, but she’s a potty trained water weenie!  That’s right…Reece is a “potty giiiiiiiiirl, in a potty wo0000rld!” This is old news to some, but I have yet to blog about it.

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This picture was taken in March when we attempted for one-half day to train her…she was so not ready.  Three months down the road, it just clicked!  She hasn’t worn a diaper in nearly a month now.  Yeah for the potty girl!  Our next step is to break free from the training potty.  She seems to love that thing and insists on using it when we’re home, but I’m so over cleaning the mess!

I realize I didn’t mention Rynn once in this whole post, but that’s because she turns 8 months tomorrow and gets a whole post to herself!!

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Had to share…

23 Apr

…because this has been cracking us up for a while now. Scott likes to check our blog stats, you know, to see how cool we are. I really don’t know how we measure up because I don’t know how many hits other blogs get, but I know we’re not near as cool as Matt C because he mentioned once that he gets like a billion hits on his. Anyway, the stats just let us know how many hits we get in a day and what links are used to get to our blog. So, remember when I wrote about Reece’s bright green poop after Scott so proudly gave her blue Mountain Blast Powerade? Ha – we’re getting all kinds of views from people using search engines to look up “green poop.” I mean, at least one every day. So Scott googled “powerade and green poop,” and our blog entry about Reece comes up second on the list (I’m not sure why anyone would really google that, but whatever). Anyhow, our claim to fame is GREEN POOP! Couldn’t be more proud.

This also makes me realize there are more people like Scott Riddle out there who plug in a symptom on a search engine to diagnose themselves with various, crazy diseases. I thought my Scott was the only one.

Blue Powerade = Green Poop

16 Mar

Our family outing Friday night consisted of a trip to Buns Over Texas, a great burger place where we can buy one burger and get one free. Because of this great bargain, there’s usually lots of elderly people there, but on this particular Friday night it had a nice family atmosphere. We were enjoying ourselves, and Reece seemed quite content in her highchair (despite only taking one hour-long nap during the day), so we sat there visiting a little bit after we ate. Reece’s sippy cup of milk became empty after a while and Scott volunteered to take it to the front and fill it with water. When she starting drinking again, I could see through the straw that she was drinking a blue liquid. “What’s in there?” I asked Scott. He excitedly exclaimed, “Mountain Blast Powerade.” “Hmmm, ” I thought. You see, Reece pretty much gets milk or water at all times. Occasionally I’ll give her some juice, but I’m very picky about the kind I’ll give her, and it’s usually diluted with some water (or fresh-squeezed with my Jack LaLanne power juicer – FUN!). On rare occasions, she’s had tea (Granny), ginger ale (Granddad), and even Diet Coke (Aunt Kathleen). I thought I’d let this one go since Scott was being so helpful. After all, it was a Friday, so she can indulge a little, right? She really, REALLY liked the Powerade. In fact, she chugged it in about two minutes. Then, she burped and slimy blue Powerade went all over her white shirt. Time to go. In the car on the way home, Reece was excitedly blowing her lips like a motorboat. This continued for the duration of the trip. By this time it was 8:00, and Scott said, “Reece, for this being your bedtime, you sure don’t seem tired.” Remember, she had only slept one hour during the day, so normally she would be very fussy. “She must be on a sugar-high,” I said. Scott thought for a moment and asked, “Would it have been better if I put half water and half lemonade in her cup?” While I was thinking, “All water would have been great,” I said, “Even the Powerade would have been better with half water. Did you fill that cup up with Powerade?” “Yes,” Scott said. We got home and I rocked her until she finally showed some signs of drowsiness, then I put her down. I promptly took the bleach pen to her shirt and put it in the washer to soak. I thought our Powerade experience was over.

Wrong. This morning she woke up so fussy. Usually she’s in a pretty good mood in the morning. Not this morning. I changed her diaper (her very mushy diaper – sorry), and it was LIME GREEN! I couldn’t think of a single thing she had eaten the previous day that would cause such a bright color. Scott walked in at that time and said, “Oh, that’s just the Powerade.” I guess he knows since he loves drinking blue drinks too.

I think this incident is worth a couple of bucks in the tip cup…$1 for the scrubbing of the shirt and $1 for the mushy diaper. What do you think?

No more Powerade for The Reecer!