IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE-

The pitiful truth is that Layla's learned her "witching spells" lately from her mom... the queen witch these days. I'm a hormonal, third trimester wreck. I've cried at least twice a day for the past week. But about an hour after the salt dries from my tear soaked face.... I feel fine. The good news? I'm sleeping much better! Mr Monkey decided that all the sleep training we've been doing has finally paid off by sleeping 8.5 hours at night without needing a bottle! Yes! Second point of fabulous news, my nightly bathroom trip count has drastically decreased this week also! So I am now able to get about 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep at a time during the night and that has me in wonderful spirits in the AM. The mood swings however, those I'm still working on. In fact, they may even be half the culprit of Layla's "naughtiness." But the plan is coming along beautifully.
I know I owe you some posts on the rest of our plan. They'll be rolling in throughout the weekend. But for now, I'm off to finish sewing my halloween costume. It will match Buca's of course. Here's little preview!

Isn't Kday just the handsomest dang thing you've ever seen? Gosh I can't get enough of him!

MAKING SOME MORE CHANGES

Changing the Cackle

As I reviewed what was and wasn't working in my life with Layla, I realized that some of the things I'm saying to her are making me sounds like a broken record. And we all know that a broken record gets tuned out after long enough. My telling Layla "Come here please right now," or "It's time to be a good listener," were all falling on deaf ears. Also me asking her five million times a day to stop whining and start using a "big girl" voice, it was pointless. So I decided that changing my approach, words, and the way I say things might help her get out of the rut I've stuck us in. 

So there will be a few more "gentle" approaches like after noticing she's forgetting to use a big girl voice more often than I'd like... pick her up and give her a hug while whispering "Mom really likes it when you talk to me with a happy voice, OK" 

Or simply switching up the "key phrase"- like swapping out "It's time to be a good listener" with "Mommy needs you to listen to her." 

The tone and volume of my voice is something I'm really needing to focus on as well. If you've ever met me, you know I'm LOUD, BOSSY, and I talk really FAST and IN EXCESS. So I'm trying to tone it down... like when a teacher in a class room suddenly starts whispering to get everyone's attention. 

Cross your fingers and lets hope it works. Yesterday wasn't as successful as our first day on the new plan. 

But we did have an absolute blast at the neighborhood trunk or treat. Pics coming soon! 

Today I go in for my 28 week appointment on baby Nixon. Wow. And did I mention I think I have a stress fracture in my foot? Nice.

BECAUSE I ALWAYS HAVE TO HAVE A PLAN

It's a little annoying right? I know it is. This idea that I always have to have a plan or else I feel totally lost in my life. Anyway, what a difference 24 hours makes, and what a difference having a plan makes!

Reset Button

This idea came to fruition after talking to K.C about how rotten I've felt for being at odds with Layla 24-7 for the past few days. I was getting after Layla for every single nit picky thing and she was ending up in time out a bazillion times a day and it wasn't really helping either of our cases. So we decided that over the next 2-3 days we needed to reset the system by only using time outs for really mega issues, not the simple things. The energy between us needs to be cleared so she can understand that I'm not going to harp on her every move. I needed to remember that time out isn't for things like refusing to say please when asking for chocolate milk... it's for things like slapping mom or poking baby brudda in the eyeball after being asked not to touch him.  Layla only had 1 time out today and it was a doozy, but she totally changed her attitude afterward - which is the whole purpose of T.O right?! She had to spend a little extra time strapped in her car seat after running away from me in the Wa11mart parking lot and she had put us all in a dangerous position. So it was warrented. But after a few minutes of screaming in the car by herself, she came around and the remainder of the day was totally awesome. 

Layla's face when she knows she's busted and she starts pleading her case! Paweese mom!

this is Buca's classic "NOOOOOO!" face

So today was great. We got up, fed, dressed, hair done, room cleaned, grocery shopped, nap time, snack time, went for a walk, played in the yard, made dinner, played in her room, took a bath, jammies on, and teeth brushed without a single argument or tantrum. (other than the 15 min. Wal1mart fiasco) We had fun, we laughed, played together, walked 8 blocks, and snuggled tonight = success. Step one of the plan is working. Yes!

Tomorrow: Changing the Cackle....

THE WITCHING SEASON

I've accidentally created two witches around these parts lately. I'm not talking the cute halloween versions that Layla and I will be on the night of trick or treating. The witching hours here have been overextended and I'm ready to make a change. After many, many tears shed by both Layla and me over the past week, I've had time to try to figure out what the problem is. Poor girl has had her world rocked in so many ways. We both have really... and I mega suck at change. Everything in my daily life has changed lately and it's left me feeling more witchy that I'd like. Seriously, Layla has spent the majority of her life here at the "rents" in time out and it's unpleasant for all of us, and it breaks my heart that she's struggling so much.

So after some self reflection and a lot of loooooong conversations with kday, miss mary, and KC - I've come up with a 5 part plan to getting our life back on track and getting my dearest Buca a lesser sentence in the time out chair.

1. Reset Button

2. Change the cackle

3. Skipping the performance 

4. UR?UR

5. "Day"ly plan

Tomorrow I'll break down the plan and it's 5 points in detail. Aren't you so excited? I am. And I think my little mini witch will be too when her life gets a lot more positive tomorrow.

 Ah, all this thinking, crying, and worrying has me exhausted. Good night.

BURLY MAN

The few readers I have left after yesterdays controversial post are in for a real treat today. This boy is burly and can you believe it? He rolled over at 7 weeks old. Yesterday he rolled from his tummy to his back like it was no big deal. Then when I flipped out and showed my excitement he just smiled at me, as if to say "mom, you have no idea what I'm capable of." Smirk.

I'm obsessed with this guy. His smile makes me want to eat his little gummie's and kiss his single dimple. Dang... I can't get me enough Monkey fix these days. He's sleeping about 10 hours through the night with 1 dream feed and 1 more feeding around 5 am. He's an absolute dream during the day, minimal fussiness, lots of cooing and smiles. He eats like he's never been fed and then goes into a food coma until he's ready to fall asleep in my arms. This man loves to snuggle and so do I. 

THIRD TRIMESTER MUSINGS

For a few weeks now I've been meaning to post about a certain pet peeve of mine that makes me want to crawl out of my skin and go postal every once and a while. This is the post that motivated me to stand up on my soap box instead of quietly getting my undies in a twisty.  ***So if you don't want to hear my blunt utterance on the subject of pregnancy being totally awesome... then turn away now and come back tomorrow. ****

I agree with Persimmon in that I feel like I'm letting people down in some way when I respond to the "how are you feeling" question with a positive comment on how great I feel and how much I enjoy being pregnant. I'm returned with confused looks and skepticism that I could actually be telling the truth. Or their rebuttal is one of, "Oh, well! You just wait! It's going to get miserable any day now!" The problem with that statement is, people have been saying that for the past 26 weeks. I was told how miserable my life would be when morning sickness hit, or when the baby starts kicking me in the ribs, or when I get into a committed relationship with the bathroom because I'm in there two thousand times a day.

But here's my point. It's all in the attitude. I've kind of had it up to my eyeballs with the bad attitudes and complaints. I don't understand when or for what purpose women decided to ban together to complain about a certain choice circumstance that they freely decided to put their bodies through. Now I DO understand that every pregnancy is different and that for some women, the toll it takes on their body is much more significant than others. I've watched two friends suffer with HG during their pregnancy and not be able to eat more than a slice of toast with two sips of juice for the entirety of the nine months. They endured weekly IV treatments at the hospital for anti nausea medications or end up at home eating from a tube in their nose. THESE women are the ones who I give full freedom to complain about the hardship that pregnancy brought on them. However, these are also two women who I know appreciated the blessing for what it is and were more than willing to suffer and sacrifice for 9 months to bring a human being into this world.

The point of pregnancy, believe it or not, is not to look like a superstar in maternity skinny jeans. It is not to feel beautiful and glowing every moment of the day. It is not to display the cutest baby bump on the block, or to find time between your trips to Hawaii and Mexico to have a baby on your own schedule. Creating life inside you and carrying it every moment of every day for forty weeks is a matter of great sacrifice. It's the first sacrifice we can make for the child. Isn't that what motherhood is about? Yes our "sisters" ache in stabbing pain for the first few weeks, yes we have full visitation rights to the porcelian crown, yes we have to stay within a 10 foot proximity to the bathroom for fear of piddling in our pants, yes it's impossible to sleep comfortably, yes we feel totally morbidly uncomfortable in our expanding bodies, yes the baby sometimes gets lodged between our ribs. But these are all daily reminders of the insanely unmeasurable miracle that is happening. Forty weeks we signed up for in order to meet a little person that has been created just for us.

So I just don't understand comments like, "Oh I'd kill myself if I were pregnant right now." How about you do us all a favor and keep those miserable attitudes to yourself. If you don't like being pregnant, don't get pregnant, save me the heartache of listening to your complaints. Maybe it's only because I had to fight tooth and nail for the chance to ever dream of experiencing this. Maybe it's because I've had to watch two other women sacrifice their bodies to bear a child for me. Maybe it's because I'm off my rocker.... but I freaking love being pregnant. If I could, I would be in this state of physical blessing every day for the rest of my life. Feeling a baby kick inside me is inspiring and surreal. Getting up to use the bathroom seventeen times a night is a reminder to look at my sleeping babies and thank God for their safety in their cribs each night. Feeling disgustingly fat and unattractive in my body makes me stop and appreciate my body for what it's doing for me. I didn't even ask it to and it doubled the amount of blood volume it can carry, it built a brain inside my child one neuron at a time, this baby's heart is beating without even being asked. My body is a work of humble art, it is doing the only thing it knows how to when pregnant. And it's a body that was told "No, you'll never be good enough to do that so stop trying." And it flipped it a giant bird and replied with, "you just watch me." And I am grateful every single day that my body didn't give up. It's fighting for this baby everyday and so am I.

So like Persimmon so sweetly pointed out, "Stop acting like pregnancy is an illness." It's a blessing. One that we each begged for when we "started trying" to get two pink lines on the ept stick. Enjoy the season in your life. It's forty short short weeks. I'm almost thirty weeks and I'm sad to see the last ten roll up on me so quickly. I don't want this to be over, I'm proud of my bigger than life baby bump. So next time you're tempted to speak ill of the "circumstance of pregnancy" remember that there are those who are willing to sacrifice everything to be in your shoes. And remember that it's a choice. We can't order a hamburger at a restaurant and then complain that we got a bun with beef, tomatoes, lettuce, ketchup, mustard, and pickles on it. We get what we ask for. And I've been asking for this for a LOOONG time.... and it was worth the wait. Oh so worth it. And I will definitely be putting in another order someday.

You can sit around and pout about it... or

you can dive in full force and enjoy the splash that you've created.

Enjoy the ride. The journey is often just as exciting as the destination. You just have to chose to open your eyes to the possibilities the journey has to offer.

ZUPER

Buca was just as happy to get out of the house and into fresh air as I was.

Kevin's dad, El Cid loves to say "Oh! Super!" It's funny. That really has nothing to do with this post. I just thought it was funny considering the title - Zuper!

Last week I hit up the zoo with D and it was the much needed day I had anticipated. After weeks of packing, stressing, obsessing, moving, worrying, and feeling like a shut in... I braved a day out on the town with the kids. Ahh, my "normal" life is back. The weather was insanely perfect and Buca behaved as perfectly as the weather... almost. It's worth mentioning because throughout all the above list of items that have wreaked havoc on my life, they've also created a bit of a monster in my two year old. A 2 year old monster who's life got flipped upside down with the arrival of her new brudda, then moving to a new house and then being pent up while we survived all of Rider's tests. Can you blame her? Nope.

Any-who. We rocked out the zoo and it was so great to get fresh air, fabulous convo with D, and watch the girls in their bliss.

Jayne runs everywhere. It was awesome. Layla lallygags. Not so awesome. I find myself worthlessly saying "chop chop! let's go faster layla" all day long and she completely ignores it.

The girls found this spot and were pretending to ride the horsey. Totally not a set up. Too cute.

my very own little monkey

LUCKY - LUCKY - LUCKY

My 10,950'th day on this earth was one of the best day's ever. It's one to go down in the books. I turned 30. An age I'd always thought I'd dread, but when the day arrived I hardly an ounce of apprehension. 

Kday went for an early morning ride which left me home with my beautiful babies. And the good Lord upstairs must have known how to make me happiest by getting both kids to sleep until 9am. Rider snuggled in the bed with me until the sound of Layla's darling voice singing songs rang in my ears and awoke me. 

We ate waffles and eggs for breakfast despite Layla's request for birthday cake. I told her to be patient and there would be more cake than she could ever imagine. 

Kday came home and coordinated a hike to our favorite place on earth. 

Snowbasin.

The whole family came and it was spectacular.

we collected various red and yellow leaves to make a collage tomorrow

At one point of the hike Kevin, Layla and Kashi were a few minutes behind me on the trail. It gave me the opportunity for a quiet moment of self reflection as well as a time for gratitude toward God.

When hiking it's always the natural instinct to look at the trail, but yesterday I decided to look up. The trees were sensational and breathtaking. There was beauty all around. I realized just how lucky I am and how absolutely beautiful my life is. 

I am so blessed.

We happened to run into some friends and while they were out on a ride we decided to pimp their ride. 

On the way home from our hike Kday told me he had a 2 hour surprise maternity spa treatment for me scheduled. 

I cried. It was so thoughtful of him and I felt so lucky for the third time that day. 

I scurried off to the spa for what was an amazing maternity massage, momma belly treatment and sore feet exfoliant and circulation fix. It was super yummy and I kept telling the spa therapist how lucky I am to have such a wonderful husband. 

She agreed.

Upon exiting the spa, I was greeted by Kday who gifted me with a small package and envelope. 

His gift was a Nashelle necklace I've been eyeing for over 3 years. 

It has two charms on it with the initials R & L on the pendants for Rider and Layla... and I love it.

My favorite part about it is that throughout the day it jingles lightly as the charms bump together and it's a reminder of my little baby blessings.

The card told me to get ready for yet another surprise that tops all surprises! 

 A surprise party of a lifetime at Bo0ndocks with friends and family.

A birthday cake with my nickname on it. Kday thought of every last detail to make this day special

Unfortunately we don't have picture proof of all the fabulous friends who came because the chaotic fun ensued as we celebrated late into the night with pizza and prizes.

This is Miss Mary... my mom. Isn't she fabulous

Kday, my brother and my dad duked it out on the slick track.

Just after my parents took Rider home for bed, we decided to spend through our arcade money. Remember how my horoscope a few weeks ago said my luck wouldn't be great at the arcade?

Well.... again, it was my lucky day today! 

I won THE JACKPOT on one of the games and it started spiting out over 548 tickets!

A crowd ensued as we waited for the tickets to stop spilling out of the machine.

It was super awesome. 

I think it's a sign of more good things to come.

BIG WINNER BIG WINNER!!!!

 We ended the night with a little roller ball and decided we were pooped out and ready for bed around 9 pm.

 All in all, as much as my day was awesome and full of surprises which I love... I realized just what an amazing life I have. I am surrounded by friends and family that love me, they love me despite my craziness. I've hit the real jackpot with my family.

My husband is my best friend and he takes much better care of me than I deserve. I can survive anything in this lifetime with him by my side. 

I have a daughter who despite having multiple 2 year old meltdowns a day, brings me more butterflies in my stomach each day than I can count. She is the most precious gift that lights up my life and makes my heart tickle when I see her smile. 

My newest and dearest son who also makes my heart tingle. His eyes are a gateway to heaven's angels and I can't get enough of him. His smile is as though he knows something that he can't wait to share with the world to make it a better place. He is perfection swaddled in a blanket as he breathes in my ear late at night after his feeding. I can't get enough of the sounds of his breath and the sweet smell of spit up.

And the baby bump that is growing more and more ginormous each day. I'm trying not to care that my pregnancy is making me fat. Because the sweet reminder kicks from within are enough to make it all worth the ten million miles I'll have to run and the ten million calories I'll have to cut to get my body back. He is already telling me how much he loves me with is daily flips and nudges. I can't wait to meet him and hear him take his first breath. I wonder what he'll look like and how he'll differ from his brother and sister. He is an absolute miracle and I love being pregnant with him, every single minute.

There... that's the real jackpot in life.

And so 30 begins a new decade of fabulousness and journeys that I'm eager to pursue.

And I will find more and more SDAY... I'm starting to like what I've found.

30 ROCKED

Today was perfection. Best birthday ever. If this is how the 30's are going to be... then sayonara 20's cuz the 30's are here to stay and so far they've rocked my world.
Deets to follow - but for now here's a little teaser list:
*9 am
*Beauty all around
*Red and yellow
*Inner findings
*2 hour surprise
*R&L
*And another surprise that tops all surprises
*JACKPOT 548
*And the real jackpot

It's been a long and incredible day of love, laughter and beauty. I'm tired. I must be getting old. See you tomorrow.

BENIGN-

Rider sleeping on my lap during his EEG test

He had 20 electrodes glued to his little head... all reading his brain activity

BNSM- Benign Neonatal Sleep Myoclonus in Infants was the diagnosis the red headed neurologist at Primary Children's wrote down for me. After the EEG results were reviewed and a 30 minute meeting with the knowledgeable doctor I felt confident in the good results. He said that Rider's episodes showed no seizure or epileptic signals on the EEG and that his neurological exam came out clean.  He proceeded to explain that Rider's "immature" brain was the culprit of his twitching episodes. I shuttered a little when he said "immature" because it sounded so negative, but he assured me that since Rider is developing normally on all other levels of measure, it was nothing to worry about. Basically from what I can understand from the explanation is that Rider's brain is mildly underdeveloped and it's having a hard time disconnecting the brain signals to the muscles during deep sleep. When an adult begins to fall asleep our brain "disconnects" the signal routed to the muscles that tell our body to move on a continual basis. It's that feeling we sometimes get when one is about to fall asleep and all of a sudden we jerk as though we almost fell off the bed. That's a misfire in the disconnect. Rider is repeatedly misfiring and not making a complete disconnection of the signals. It's something he should outgrow within his first year and as long as he's developing normally on all other fronts, he's perfectly fine!
Thank you doctor for listening to a mom who knew something wasn't quiet right and had a "mother's intuition." Thank you for taking my concerns seriously and following up in such a thorough manner. And thank you Primary Children's out patient clinic for being so kind and knowlegable. I still have a few questions for the neurologist that I didn't think to ask during the appointment, but overall I can rest assure that Rider happy and healthy.

After the electrodes were scrubbed off his head he wasn't quiet sure what to think about all that had happened to him over the past 48 hours. Poor guy. Hopefully he didn't lose too much of that gorgeous hair!

P.S. I turn 30 tomorrow - Yikes. That's so grown up... and I'm so not a grown up.

MY ANCHOR

 Before Layla was born, while we waited and dreamt of her arrival and wondered about the day we would meet her, we listened to a specific song. It was a song I came across randomly and it capture the every essence of what I believed the day we would meet her would be like. Kday and I would listen to her song during special events like the day we met her birth mom or on our way to the hospital. It described the specatacularly memorable moments perfectly. I knew that if I listened to that song in those moments enough, then listening to it later would bring back the emotions of the moment. It worked. Kday still scoops her up in his arms and dances with Layla to her song on some nights. He'll dance with her to that song on her birthday, her first date, and her wedding day. This will forever be her song.



And when we found out about baby Rider's looming arrival, the quest for his song began. It's not a matter of science but rather it's all about the song finding me. In a matter of days I came across his song and the first time I played it for Kday he agreed, it was Rider's song. It told me about his spirit before we could even meet him. I knew he'd be my sweet serenity in the eye of a storm. And he has been. He calms me. Now that we've figured out his grunting problems, he is back to his gentle peaceful self. He's my anchor. This is his song.


And I've had a song in my heart for baby #3 for a long time. Years actually. I think it's quiet fitting. It's the song I play on the way to every one of his dr appointments. It reminds me of our first meeting on his ultrasound when I saw the miraculous flutter of his little heart. And I'll listen to it the day we meet and forever on after... it will remind me of his birth.


Do you're kids have a song? If so, I'd love to hear about it in the comments.

OFF LIKE A HERD OF TURTLES

We're off to the zoo this am. We've been waiting for a break in the rainy weather and I'm dying to get out. In the 6 weeks since Monkey arrived, I've been on 1 outing to the park. That's it.
No time to blog when the monkeys and baby elephants are awaiting our arrival.
See you soon with pics to come. Enjoy your Manic Monday.

MORNING SICKNESS OF AN UNCONVENTIONAL KIND

What is up with the KA-RAY-ZEE dreams when one is "with child?" A month ago Kday noticed me crying in bed during his morning routine of getting out the door to go to work. He physically had to shake me to get me to wake up and stop crying. I had been dreaming that he was leaving me for a French woman who had approached me to say that he just couldn't handle another "fate phase" with me and he was taking Layla with him. Stupid french lady. Stupid Kday. I was mad at him for the entire day and left with an unshakable feeling of insecurity.

This morning I lay in bed awake for about two hours, just as sick to my stomach as I had been during the first trimester. It was not morning sickness that plagued me, no, it was the crazy dreams again. This time I had two dreams in a row that Kday had an affair while staying late at work and although it had occurred a year ago, he was just barely getting around to tell me about it. He said, "I don't want to talk about it right now," when I confronted him in the dream. But my distorted dream character continued to force the information out of him. I wanted details people. And they weren't pretty and it only made me more and more nauseated.

So I lay in the dark, cold, rainy early dawn and wondered... do I dare ask him in real life? What if the answer is the same as I had dreamt? Twice! So I whispered, "Kev, you awake?" He mumbled that his head hurt and yes, he was indeed awake. Did his head hurt from carrying around this big ginormous secret from me for over a year? "Baby, have you ever had an affair? Or even just kissed anyone else? Please just tell me the truth," I begged. Of course he didn't take me seriously until I began once again to cry. I layed there and cried while I recalled my dreams for him. He put his warm sweet hand that I know so well on mine and he whispered, "You're the only woman I've ever kissed. I promise."
I tried to neglect the emotions that my crazy dream stirred up inside but it was a hopeless effort. He continued to reassure me of his eternal love and I continued to cry because I knew how much I love him and how damaging it would be if I ever lost him. He got mad at me later in the day when I called him to ask again. Ha! I'm such a freakazoid! Like he'd ever do anything like that!!!
Ugh, what's up with that? I can't keep having these insane dreams!

On a super cool note, you know how my horoscope is always true?! Guess how funny it was when I sat down late last night and read my "scope" for the day... It said I'd be at the casino and that luck wouldn't be on my side. It just so happens that I had taken Layla to Boondocks arcade yesterday and our luck wasn't the best. Bo0ndocks arcade is about as close to a casino as you'll get in these parts, so how funny is that? I love me a good horoscope reading :)

A FULL KIND OF EMPTY

Maybe it's my pregnancy hormones, maybe my inner nostalgia but walking away from our first home was harder than I had anticipated. I was eager to clean, de-junk, simplify, and box up all my belongings and find a place to start fresh. But in the middle of all the cardboard towers labeled as fragile, I stopped to remember all the moments that each room carried within it's walls.

I remember our first night in our humble home. I had buyers remorse as I worried that I would never feel like the white plaster walls would provide me the comfort I needed. The house was as empty on that first night as it was on our last. Empty of things but those walls are full of memories now. I remembered our housewarming party when my ovarian cyst ruptured and I begged Kday to call an ambulance as I was passed out on the bathroom floor. I remember the loss of my first pregnancy. I remember sitting on our $99 futon watching a cool new show called "The 0ffice" with Kday while he finished his degree at Weber. Bringing our daughter home to her empty little nursery and relishing in motherhood. Endless snuggly movie nights with Kday. A lot of laughter and a lot of greatness, some tears and even more change. I found an Sday while living in that home that I always knew existed but never believed I could achieve.

Some of the hardest and most beautiful memories I own were created there and I'll miss it. In the interim of old and new, it's been nice to enjoy a few amenities that our temporary diggs have to offer. Such as an automatic ice machine. You don't appreciate the small stuff until you go to drink your diet c0ke and the ice cubes in the tray are practically evaporated from sitting in the freezer for 6 months and they faintly taste like the freezer food. DVR is awesome, I've caught up with the Kardash1ans way more than I ever knew I cared to be, loving all the baby stories on TLC, and I'm hooked on Dance M0ms. It's only added to my sleep deprivation, unfortunately.

So we're settling in and keeping our eye out for the perfect place to welcome our third child home to as well as continue on my findings of sday. My future is rapidly changing and I'm trying to resist the instinct to be afraid of such an unknown and accept the excitement that this journey has to offer. It's like walking into a new space and knowing that there are a lot of memories that will be written on the walls, but wondering what they'll be.

Goodbye house. Thank you for welcoming home the two most beautiful children I've ever met in my life.

THE WHITE PUMPKIN

Before starting this 24 hour (now has turned into a 48 hour) EEG test on Rider, we enjoyed a little time outside.

Kashi learned how to jump off the diving board and yes, that's my daughter in the pool naked. How white trash of us.

Rider got a little fresh air also and now we've been camped out on the couch for the past 24 hours. Unfortunately during the 2 hour process of setting up the 21 lead electrodes on his head, he had two episodes but the machine wasn't recording yet. And since the set up has been complete, nothing. It was a long night but we survived thanks to Miss Mary taking over at 5 am so I could get a little sleep.

The dr extended the test for another 24 hours in hopes of capturing one of his episodes. I'm so frustrated. I really hope I haven't put this little monkey through all this for nothing. We basically can't get off the couch because part of the test means he's under 24 hour video surveillance. I'm just hoping he'll "perform" for us soon so that we can get to the bottom of this. 

I think his halloween costume has been decided. The Great White Pumpkin Head.
Poor monkey.

HOME AT THE 'RENTS

Welcome back my fabulous friends. We're adjusting slowly to the new life at the parents house. Lots to tell you about. But for now, the good news is my Braxton Hicks have stopped. The flip side of the coin is that Rider's tremors are still not getting better. Monday starting at noon we'll be doing an at home EEG with video test for 24 hours for the neurologist to analyze. Rider and I won't be able to leave the house or the couch so I'm sure I'll have plenty of blogging catching up to do and within the week you'll all be caught up on the findings of sday. And believe me... there's be  A LOT OF FINDINGS in the past 3 weeks of my life. Wowza.
Good night. Wish us luck.
Here's a vid of tonights tremors