ehhh...

that is actually how I am feeling right now. Just... eh... or blah.. or some other mundane term. I just got done with my test and it was just... eh. I did okay. Not incredibly horrible, not stellar, but got the score of "Well, they may let me in and then again, they may not." So, we will see. I am disappointed. But, now I can look forward to the weekend and not worry about it... unless they don't accept me and I have to take the damn thing again.

ugh....

The kids are great. Sorry to my few faithful readers out there, I have been preoccupied this week studying for the damn test. Now, Tim and I are heading out on a little date, so I won't post much now either. Plus, I don't really feel like it. Damn school...

Evan, this week, decided it is a good idea to ride his tricycle down one of the hills in our backyard. Funnier than hell, actually. None of the other girls have thought about doing this yet, only my not-even-two-year-old. Granted, it is not a big hill. But, big enough for a not-even-two-year-old. He has the look of "OH MAN!" on the way down and then laughs when he is done. Pretty funny. His new dinosaur growl is pretty funny too. He will lurch forward, stick out his hands like they are claws, and go "ROAR!" oh, my ferocious little dinosaur :-)

Emma is awesome too. We planted her mini garden in the big garden last night and she thought that was pretty cool. We ventured over to Wausau, WI last weekend to visit my sister and that was a huge hit with her also. good times were had by all.

Anyway, as previously mentioned, I am not going to post much. Heading out on the motorcycle!!

Have a wonderful Memorial Weekend!

Happy Birthday Emma!

Four! Already! How can my little girl be 4 already? Ahhh - to think back to that day... 4 years ago right now, I was in the hospital. My water had broke, but the nurses gave me medication to calm me down, help me sleep, and get me ready for the next day when my baby would be born. I wasn't that calm, I wasn't really sleeping, I was nervous/excited/scared/basically everything. The next day, May 17, at about 5:45pm, Emma Rose Heuer was born.

We had her birthday party today and I think it was a huge success! It was a Disney Princess party, but we had a few Barbie items thrown in also. The neighbor girls hitched a ride on the birthday train to come over around 3 or so to play.



We played a lot outside and then retreated inside for some presents, pizza, and cake.




Kyra's birthday wishes for Emma.


Barbie Cake


Evan wishing Emma a Happy Birthday!



Presents!! She received many nice presents! A Princess Bike from Tim and I - which has training wheels! A Mermaid Barbie, Polly Pockets, Camera, Dinner and a Movie, Swimsuit - so many nice things!







A few pictures of our guests...






Then, other random pictures of the day:







All-in-all, it was great. The weather couldn't have been any nicer. The girls took about 3 rides on the Birthday Train, Evan took about 6 :-) I have the day off tomorrow and Emma and I are spending the day together. We are going out for breakfast with the neighbors in the morning, then she is having 4 year old pictures taken, then a possibly play date with a good friend, then down time. This weekend was very busy, but fun. Down time is needed.

random pictures

And... because I have not loaded any pictures on the blog lately - here they are. (and yes, I realize that I should be studying. HOWEVER... I am tired and I just don't feel like doing it. I was studying, but then I was making stupid mistakes. When I do that, I know it is time to quit.)

Evan one morning, eating cereal. And, because he is a boy, he needs to have a car/truck with him at all times. This morning, he realized he had a pick-up truck and it needed to be filled.





Emma playing cards. Lately, she has loved playing games.



Evan following Tim on the lawnmower. I think I blogged about this earlier. Evan was supposed to be taking a nap, but I could hear him on the monitor "Wide! (or Ride in Evan speak) Da Da! Wide!" I brought him downstairs and he followed Tim back and forth with his little chair in the window. Eventually, he got his "wide".






Mother's day at the cabin





Emma with our garage sale finds. The glasses were in the free box and she couldn't resist.


Her garden for this year. Growing pretty well!

back home and resting peacefully

to all my faithful readers out there - Evan and Tim are back home - and Evan is sleeping well on the floor propped up with pillows for now. he has croup (I have no idea if I spelled that correctly or not) which is basically inflamation in his throat due to a cold. The doctor gave him a shot to help reduce the swelling in his throat so he can breathe better and motrin for his fever. he also has a prescription that needs to be filled tomorrow to further help with the inflamation. The doctor said the shot should really kick in around mid-night, so hopefully he has a fairly restful night.

Tim will be staying home with the little guy tomorrow so he can fully recover.

Now, I am off to bed.

Thanks for the good wishes!

poison control and urgent care

Thankfully - these both did not happen on the same night :-)

Happy Mother's Day! What a wonderful day to reflect and give thanks for all the wonderful Mother's, role models, and friends in our lives. I have truly been blessed with some wonderful Mother figures in my life and I am grateful I have such a strong support system to help me raise my own children.

We had a great weekend to celebrate. We were at the cabin and while the weather didn't cooperate all the time, we had a wondeful time on Sunday playing outside and enjoying the day. Tim and I took the kids on the canoe, which was fun. Luckily it has a little motor on it so I didn't have to paddle. (yeah, my kind of canoe trip!) I had a much more important job though - keeping Evan in the canoe. He loved tipping over the side so he could run his hands in the water. Plus, once he saw the cabin, he immediately tried to climb out of the canoe and stuck his little foot high in the air and over the side. That one always keeps me on my toes! Emma made me some lovely cards for Mother's Day and painted a beautiful plate with her and Evan's picture on it that I can hang up. We made a yummy brunch and just relaxed. Nothing better than spending the day with family.

Now, on to explaining the title of my post.

A few weeks ago we were at the cabin. We were in a hurry to leave, so I was washing dishers, packing cooler, running around and trying to get everything ready. I had my eyes on the kids, but wasn't totally in tune to what they were actually playing with. I look up from the sink after putting a dish in the dish drainer and I see a few pills spilled out on the table and Evan, with pill in fingers, putting one in his mouth. I instantly start freaking out "Evan - NO! Put the Pill down" he kind of smiles and puts it in his mouth anyway. By this time I am over there and trying to see how many he put in his mouth/ate. I wrestle the one out of his mouth and then look at the pill bottle and surrounding area to assess the damage. I honestly have no idea now many were in the bottle/ how long he had the bottle/etc. The pills were a mixmatch of zyrtec, tylenol and ibuprofen. I call Tim in the kitchen to explain what happened and both of us really have no clue what to do. So, I call poison control. After explaining to the kind nurse that I am the worst Mom ever, I tell her what happened. Unfortunately, I don't have good answers for her as I don't know anything. I don't know how long he had the pills (although honestly couldn't have been more than a minute) how many pills were in the bottle (although it was a small bottle) or anything else to help. She proceeds to help me tremendously. First, she had me wet a washcloth that was a different color than the pills in the bottle; then I was to wipe the inside of his mouth/teeth to see if there was any pill residue. Thankfully - there was none. Then, she told me to give him back the bottle and see how long it took him to open it. We timed him over a minute and he was still unable to get it open. She gave me further instructions, like keep all pills out of reach, look for drowsiness/ stomach problems, etc and sent me on my merry way. Definitely a scary thing. The bottle was child-proof, or so I thought, and it was secured in a small zipper pocket in a zippered purse. So - lesson learned, treat all pills as though they are lethal and KEEP OUT OF THE WAY of children. Damn....

Evan is currently at urgent care. I just received a call from Tim, who has been there for 2 hours with our child, that Evan is now sleeping and waiting patiently for a doctor. Tim though, not waiting so patiently. Evan has a cold and it has progressed into a bad cold. Tonight, he was wheezing pretty badly and never seemed as though he was getting enough air. Me, wanting to feel comforted and wanting my baby to feel better, prompted Tim to take him in. For the record, we did try to get him in today at the regular doctor, but the clinic was booked up. Anyway, Evan saw an initial nurse and she checked his oxygen levels (which were good) and checked his stomach for something and said that looked okay. However, she wanted Evan and Tim to stay so he could see the doctor. The kicker?? The doctor was sent to the hospital to deliver a baby. So, Tim was warned that it could be awhile. Why they didn't have another doctor available to deliver babies is beyond me. But, I just spoke with Tim and Evan's fever is rising (now at 101.8) and he had a horrible coughing attack, during which it seemed as though Evan could not catch his breath. So, I am glad they are there. Not a good day in the Heuer household.

Emma and I had a lovely night though. We had a game night here since it was raining and we played the Polar Bear Game, the Dora Game, Monkeys Jumping on the Bed, and the Care Bear game! She is also getting over a cold, but could muster up enough energy to play games. She is quite the drama queen when it comes to illness and wasn't afraid to tell me "But Mama, I am too sick to set the table" or "Mom, I am too sick to take a bath" Yeah right little one!

Well, I am off to study. Send good thoughts our way for poor little Evan!

feeling needed

Once again, another great day. it is such a wonderful feeling at the end of the day to feel as though something was accomplished. Today for me it was Sunday School ( the last day) a little garden project for Emma, cleaning out a closet, studying, running ( 5 miles - YEA!) and then relaxing with the family.

The last day of Sunday School went well. We had a really good bunch of 3-4 year olds as they all listened well, did what we asked, etc. I could tell it was getting towards the end of the year, though, as they were all acting a bit more wild, goofy, and starting to gel more as a group. It was pretty neat to see. I am not sure if I will do it again next year. I liked it; it was very rewarding and St. Ambrose really had everything together for us, but Tim and I have discussed the possibility of joining another church that is closer to home and may have more of the kids' future classmates or even finding another religion that seems to fit with us a bit more. But, more on that later.

When we got home, Emma and I decided to get our hands dirty and make her a little garden. As of now, it consists of little pots with random seeds in it that she planted all by herself. Hopefully they will grow, some of the seeds are over a year old, and we can plant them in the actual garden so she can see them grow. Evan, once Tim and he arrived home, had to join in on the fun and instantly got his little shovel and started to "help". This led to "EVAN! NO!! MY GARDEN!" and fights between the two, then Evan collapsing to the ground, kicking his little legs as he didn't get his way.

Despite the wind, we played outside a lot and had the neighbor girls over for a bit also. It is always nice to have a bit of a distraction for the kids and they play together so well. It is nice when the 4 of them can get together.

Tonight was a bath night, as we were playing in the dirt today and tonight was a sticky dinner of nachos, chicken wings, hotdogs, and home-made strawberry shortcake. Yes, all healthy wonderful choices :-) It was after Evan's bowl of strawberry shortcake fell to the floor and Emma stepped in it that I decided to throw them in the tub. Emma does pretty well in the baths, Evan, well, HATES going in them and then HATES getting out of them. He will kick his little legs back and forth and do the running man for both instances. If looks could talk, his would say " OH! I am so mad that I am so little and you can pick me up and make me do stuff I don't want to do!"

Emma has taken to doing everything herself. "MAMA! I am almost 4. I can do this." So, she now washes her hair and washes her body because, as she declares, "Mom, this is my sponsiblity now. I can DO it."

The night ended peacefully enough with Tim finishing some garden jobs and the kids watching some TinkerBell so I could do some of the dishes and clean up the floor. Sometimes I let Emma stay up a few minutes later than Evan, since she is a big girl, and tonight was one of those nights. Emma's eyes light up when I tell her that she can have 10 extra minutes as she is older and she puffs out her chest and looks down and you can tell how proud she feels. I have to admit though, I had ulterior motives, as I wanted to have 5 minutes to rock Evan to sleep.

He had a rough day today. He insisted on wearing his Transformer rain boots outside to play and before he even made it there, he tripped, fell, and his head hit the chair. This was right before I was going out running and he is screaming, tears streaming down his face yelling "MAMA! Bye-bye?? MAMA! Bye- Bye!...." Then of course, he reaches up his little arms and I can't resist. Then, later that evening, he was struggling with supper and he just had to get down to play. Tim and I wouldn't let him and he let's out a big NO and folds his arms up, drops his head on them and starts crying. Grrrr....

But then at last, we had the sweet times. I had just got him out of the tub and was putting his jammies on. I picked a random blue pair and he started kicking his little legs and saying "Ball! Ball" He wanted to wear the jammies with the basketballs/baseballs/footballs on them. Then, finally, bed time. Emma was happily watching TinkerBell, so I brought him upstairs, turned on his glow-worm and sat in the rocking chair. He looks at me, squeezes my cheeks in his pudgy little hands, and lays his head on my shoulder. It was so nice. I rocked him for about 5 minutes, while he lightly stroked my arm or my side. He would murmur "mama" every once in awhile and finally started to fall asleep. Nice! what a great way to end the busy night.

Now this week, it is the same old thing - but throw in more studying. Wish me luck on my big test for later this month. I am pretty nervous about it.

Multi-tasking

Why is it that I have the need to do 5 things at a time? Take now for example, I am watching a moving "500 Days of Summer" typing out my blog, with the GMAT study program running also, while I have the strong urge to stop and do sit-ups or lunges or something. I guess it is my nature, my job requires strong multi-tasking skills and I like my job, so maybe it is just part of me.

I think it is a bad thing sometimes as while I am playing with the kids, I am thinking about work or thinking about my grocery list, solving that damn math problem I couldn't get in the stupid practice test, or just zoning. I feel as though I am not always giving my all to my kids, my husband or my home. I am probably just exaggerating, I realize, but at the moment it seems I am always caught up in something else.

So do I have too much going on? Does everyone feel this way? Is there hope that someday I can recover and only focus on one thing?? I hope so...

We had a good week. The kids were pretty happy. Emma had a goofy story this week (per our baby-sitter Tia, who is now Emma's best friend) and Tia called to let us know about it.
--set up: Emma and Tia were watching Princess and the Frog and Emma was itching her eyes. Tia asked here if everything was okay.
(Emma) No, my eyes are itchy. I have bad allergies. Do you know what they are Tia? That is when bugs poop in your eyes.
(Tia, trying to contain laughter) Gee, Emma, that is too bad. (then, Tia tries to explain about allergies and pollen and flowers, etc)
A little while later Tia asks Emma if she is feeling better.
(Emma) Yeah, they are. I have allergies. They are well, you know, what you said before about flowers.

What a nut!

We basically hung out around the house this weekend. We ran errands, I saw an adorable 3 week old little girl and went out for lunch with her Mama. Tomorrow is the last day of Sunday School, which I am happy about. It was a good run, I am glad I did it, but it will be nice to have one commitment out of the way.

Evan seems to be getting feistier lately. Every time we try to get him to do something he doesn't want, he gets really upset, searches for soft spot to land and then throws himself on the ground.. or carpet... or blanket (his precious B). Now, I love the little guy, but the drama can end.

All right, I am rambling and watching a movie while typing. So, I am not going to proof-read (sorry) and will sign off. Maybe I will attempt some sit ups now.