Goodbye to Dr. Mann

Today was a sad day for our family. We had to say goodbye to our fabulous pediatrician. She has decided to venture off to private practice land on the "Evil East Side." She has been a great doctor to us over the last 4 years and especially the last 6 months with our lil' Miss Kiley being so ill. She let me bother her by calling her cell number and I even had her home number for EXTREME emergencies. I usually would just send her a text message because I always felt like I would be interrupting her "family" time.

We all know how valuable that time is to a good mother.Family time is the reason that she has decided to leave the great county hospital that we work at. She wants more time to be a "mom." With this rationale, I cannot argue with her decision, but it doesn't mean that I have to like it. :)

I worked with Andy when she was a resident at the "world famous" on the pediatric cardiology floor. I was one of the "bossier" nurses (if you can imagine that,) but we hit it off great. In fact, I taught her everything she knows. Well, maybe not EVERYTHING! LOL! So, when I heard she was a pediatrician for the health system that I work at, I booked Jack's first appointment with her, immediately.

Kiley had her 6 month appointment today with Dr. Mann. According to her scale, she weighed 1.5 oz less than she did on Wednesday at the allergist's, but I'm thinking that their scale is off. Kiley is pretty much in the 35 th percentile for heighth and weight. Luckily, her head is only the 20th percentile. I have always been afraid that my kids would end up with that melon that is so famous amongst the West Side Irish Americans.

As a farewell, to Dr. Mann, we gave her a plant for her new office and a picture of Jack and Kiley. Now, I, personally, think that the picture of my children is the best gift of all, but I tend to be partial. Here is a picture of our last visit to Dr. Mann. I am posting it below for everyone to see.

Good luck, Andy! Our family wishes you nothing but the best. If our insurance ever changes, you better run, because we will hunt you down and demand that you be our doctor again. :)

Kiley update

I just realized that everytime I write something, it's about my little imp son, Jack. I do have another child. In fact, she is the most delightful child.

Miss Kiley had an appointment with the allergist this week. It was a LONG day for both of us. Her appointment was at 8:30 am. However, we didn't get out of there until 12:00 pm. UGH! We did receive some OK news, though. She does have some airborne allergies, but they are not too bad. She is allergic to dog & cat. The doctor told us not to get rid of the dog, just yet. He gave us a few suggestions to see if we can eliminate some of the proteins in the air that cause the allergic reaction.

My poor little baby girl had to have the scratch test completed on her lil' baby back. She received 18 little scratches. Due to her "shitty Irish skin (SIS)," she reacted to everything initially. They had to do a second negative control because she even turned red from the negative. LOL! My baby girl did really good though. She only fussed a bit. The doctor was super nice. We go back to see him July 30 to go over some labwork that they drew and to see how she is doing.

They did her weight and she is gaining. She weighed 15 lbs, 3 oz and she is 25 1/4 inches long.

She was so tired from the day, that she crashed about the babysitter's that afternoon.

Thank you to everyone that has sent many prayers her way over the last 6 months. She is definitely a trooper with everything that she has gone through.

Only one Jack and two Kileys

Saturday, John & I took the kids to have their pictures taken. The majority of the pictures were taken of Kiley for her 6 month pics. It is really amazing how much I lack with Kiley. When Jack was a baby, he had pictures taken every month. I searched everywhere for the coupons to get the best deal. Well, poor Kiley has not had her pic taken since January. LOL! However, we need to take in to account that she was ill ALL of February and most of April.

On with my story.....
I purchased one of thos cheap plastic photo holders to place three of the pictures in. I figured that I could take it to work. I had all ready placed the pic of Kiley and Jack togther and just one of Kiley. I had every intention of going downstairs and rummaging through Jack's 3 y/o pics from last October. Time just had not been on my side yesterday, so I had not finished this task.

So when Jack woke up this morning, he looked at the picture frame and sighed.

Jack: Mom, there are two Kileys and one Jacks.
Me: Yes, mommy is going to put your picture in it as soon as I go downstair.
Jack: Well, you need to go get it. There's only one Jack, mom!

So, I went to the basement and picked through the pictures.

Jack: That's much better, mommy. Don't do that again.

Here are some of the pictures that were taken this Saturday:

Penis in my pants

So, each morning Jack wakes up and he goes to the bathroom. While he's in there he takes his pull-up off from the night before. He doesn't put on underwear right away, he just pulls up his pajama bottoms and he's on his way to breakfast.

They other morning, he did his same routine. He, Kiley & I are at the table eating our breakfast. Jack is rather ancy and he is having a hard time eating his breakfast. Finally, he tells me what the problem is:

Jack: Mom, I can't keep my penis in my pants.
Me (trying to keep a straight face): What do you mean?

Jack is pressing his penis down to stay in his oversized pajama shorts. Naturally, I am shocked when I look over to see my 3 y/o son "popping a tent." My face was probably beat red from embarassment.

Me: "OMG! Jack just leave it alone and it will stay put."

I wanted to tell him that this is just the first of his penis not wanting to stay in his pants. I figure if he takes after his parents, he'll be in trouble a lot with that penis of his. ;) I don't want my baby to grow up! :(

Teething baby

Well, Kiley is teething to beat the band. I wish those bad ol' teethers would come through, all ready. She is so stinkin' fussy. She's normally a very happy baby, too.

I had to work last night. John puts the kids to bed at night. I guess it was a BAD night. Kiley made herself gag and threw up all of the avocados she had eaten for dinner earlier (reminds me that I need to post pics of her first meal.) I guess she did this twice. John ran out of crib sheets because I forgot to put the clean ones away. Go figure! I can't believe that he couldn't find them on my bedroom floor. The nerve he has.

Anyway, when I came home at midnight, John was pretty frazzled. He said it was a bad night. Jack informed me this morning exactly how bad it was. Here is our conversation:

Me: "How was your day yesterday?"
Jack: "Daddy yelled at Kiley, mommy!"
Me: "He did? What did he say?"
Jack: "He was mad."
Me: "Why?"
Jack: "Because."

Well, he was fine ratting out his father. LOL! He was never able to tell me exactly why John was mad. He told me later that JD pooped all over the floor. That's enough to make me yell at just about anyone.

My husband is a wonderful father. I'm pretty sure that he was not yelling at my 6 month old daughter. He was probably yelling at the situation. He tells me that while he was trying to clean Kiley up, Jack came in to the room. Jack knocked a bunch of stuff on to the floor. This caused John to step on the stuff and break our baby wipes box. Then he stepped on to a Kleenex box and crushed it. This is all happening while Jack is racing his car around Kiley's small room and Kiley is crying because her teeth are ripping their way through her small lil' gums. My assumption is that John just yelled out of pure frustration. Just the thought of being in that situation makes me want to yell. LOL!