Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Well Hello Again

Alright I’ll give you scavengers a meaty update. It’s about time, right?

Well, we finally gave Cade a much needed haircut. We bribed him by telling him that right after the haircut, we’d take him to the store to buy a Thomas the Tank Engine. So he readily agreed. So I sat him on my lap, and Bran got the razor/shaver thingy ready. As soon as he turned it on the kid started to howl. I had NO IDEA that getting into a wrestling match with a 35 lb toddler could be so evenly matched. Seriously. C was yowling so loud that my dad turned the volume on the TV up to level 64 to hear The O'Reilly Factor (That’s LOUD. Seriously try it on your TV.) and my mom was talking to my aunt on the phone and she thought that we were dealing with a home invasion or something. I had to keep reminding him he was getting a toy out of this, but his memory span was SHORT and so I just started repeating it over and over, YOU’RE GOING TO GET A TRAIN THAT’S AWESOME BE BRAVE YOU’RE GOING TO GET A TRAIN THAT’S AWESOME BE BRAVE. So he looks better, but it’s still a tad uneven. He kind of looks like one of the Boxcar Children, but slightly better dressed. Sigh. I seriously don’t know what to do with the kid. Next time he needs a haircut we may need to put him under sedation; it’s awful. But now that he’s got his new choo choo he’s fine.

We’re taking him to Primary Children’s today to get a test done on his kidneys. His kidney infection just isn’t going away, even after two rounds of antibiotics, so they’re concerned there might be something else going on. Between the haircut, all the doctor’s visits and tests, and now this test today, he’s amassing quite the collection of trains. (News flash: bribery works AND wards off fear!) Seriously there’s like 17 trains snaking all over our house with a massive train track that’s pretty close to the size of my uterus winding around everywhere. It’s hard to not step on, and every time I do, I get a warning from Cade, “Mom get OFF my track!” The cats love to lay on it I swear because they know it bugs him. He’ll drive his trains into their fat bellies over and over while he says (quite menacingly) "Bobbi (or Hairy) get OFF my track!" And they just look at him blandly, as if they’re saying, “Yeah, MAKE me move, kid.” (And he can’t. They weight more than he does.) Silly tike. So anyway keep him in your prayers or thoughts or whatever that everything is okay. Mama's worried.

Therapy stuff is moving along, I suppose. I have the toughest treatment team, like, EVER, and I will be the first to admit that had I known they were going to open up a can of whoop ass on me every week, I honestly wouldn’t have started seeing them. (I’m a coward.) The Briester is not used to being pushed this hard unless I am in inpatient. I know it’s good for me, definitely, but if sure doesn’t make things any easier. My D raised my mealplan because my needs have gone up or whatever since I’m now in my 2nd trimester, and I’ve got like this hardcore plan that involves not being able to eat alone “for accountability” ‘n stuff, and I will say that I am not used to this. I haven’t had to have people stare over me while I eat since I was 1) a minor, under my parent’s dominion and/or 2) in inpatient treatment, under my therapist’s dominion. So this is all definitely involving eating a giant piece of humble pie, which really, let’s be honest, NEVER tastes good. To me, it kind of tastes like Rhubarb Pie. Shivers.

Tummy is getting bigger; definitely even bigger since I posted that last pic of me where my boobs looked good but I still looked sub-par next to the model. I will post a pic soon. Because I’m sure you ALL LOVE to see it, ha. (I'm not even sure at this point if I'm talking about my boobs OR my bump. Whatevs.)

Does anyone wanna hang out? Man, between having my BFF back in treatment, and my mom in Europe for a month, I have like no friends or anything to do. We should play.

Okay, best be off soon to take the little man to the hospital for those tests. Wish us luck!!

LOVE YOU.

17 comments:

brie said...

freaky widget baby's legs got longer today. creepy.

Laura said...

will say a prayer for Cade, and you as well. And if you stick your plan B, I will get you a really awesome train.

hmmmm...if only we cared about our own bodies as much as we did our children's....

now go eat lunch...I will be watching...

xo

Devon said...

Ummm when do I not want to hang out?

I'm treating myself to Kneaders today - I shall think of you.

Let's get together soon.

I adore you and have you and the C-man in my thoughts...oh...and Brandon...and the widget.

bananas said...

You know I'd LOVE to play...

bananas said...

Your widget still looks like it has a gigantic peenie.

McIntyre Family said...

Hey Brie,

I sure hope Cade is ok. I'll be prayin for him! And don't worry about the freaking out with haircuts, Ethan was totally like that (screaming bloody murder!) but now he actually likes to get haircuts. :)
It's too bad you guys were in the ward such a short time, we coulda gotten to know you better :)
take care of you and that babe!
Have a great "walkless" day

Keely said...

I will keep my fingers crossed for Cade. Let us know how it goes.

Also, I noticed that your widget is growing because its chin is now detached from its chest. :)

Pattie Cordova said...

Keeping you and C man in my prayers. :-) XOXOXO

Krista said...

I will keep Cade in my prayers. I would totally love to hang with ya since we are kind of in the same boat with no hubbies due to school. Jaxon has a plethora of trains that I'm sure he would love to share/fight over with Cade. I miss W too since I no longer have a group buddy to make inappropriate jokes with.

bananas said...

Oh by the way, I'm wishing you all luck!!

brie said...

krista, we should definitely meet up; i'd love to!

thanks all for your well wishes re: cade. i'll update about the test tomorrow.

laura can i have my choo choo now?

brie said...

oh and bananas that's not his/her peenie i think it's supposed to be the UMBILICAL CORD. dry heave.

Brooke said...

When I lived at M & D's Brett and Ang would have to endure the same loud volume of what sounded like child abuse from upstairs. My kids (mostly Josh--surprise)would scream the whole way through the hair-cut. It is a full out wrestling match. I fully understand. No fun. But Cade looks so cute. HE IS A REAL BOY NOW.
I will pray for his little kidneys.

Keep trudging along in therapy. I think it's awesome you are being pushed. I know you need it and I believe that somewhere inside of you that you do too! Kick some ass!

bananas said...

an umbilicord...peenie!

bananas said...

And Cade really does look adorable. So much bigger than the last time I saw the little lad.

Alexandra Rising said...

Will be thinking of you and Cade. Best wishes :)

Cammy said...

Will definitely be thinking of you and Cade, poor little guy. I totally loved the Boxcar Children when I was a kid, btw.

Humble Pie always seems to be its own food group in my meal plans too. It can definitely be hard to digest. But remember, just like haircuts and kidney tests, sometimes unpleasant things are truly for the best in the end.
<3