The craziness of life has left me without much time for blogging. But the multi-tasker in me decided that I might again find my voice in the written word as I sit on hold with IRS. This phone call has lasted 84 minutes and counting. At least I've got a good quality speaker phone so I can type and still say "thank you" every fifteen minutes when they take me off hold to let me know that they're still working on it.
James came home to get a quick nap in before studying for his last final. I think he also came home to try and rescue the wife that looked terribly overwhelmed. He did a wonderful job of getting the little one to nap. He is now napping himself. I should be napping as well, snuggling up next to my honey. But instead, I am on the phone with IRS.
The lady on the phone told me that I don't owe anything, that I have a zero balance, and that the IRS is requesting that I return $600 of our refund. She does not seem to understand why I find that puzzling. I am trying to get a written statement from the IRS before I send in my dough, she doesn't think I need one and says she can't get me one. She thinks that the service center can get back with me in about 30 days and can't tell me what penalties will be incurred if this isn't taken care of before 12/31/09.
Let me tell you how lovely I think it is that 93 minutes of time with a sleeping baby in the house and a husband (that I haven't seen in weeks) at home, was just wasted on a government agency that just can't seem to make a lick of sense. I am sick to my stomach and more cranky than is healthy.
My husband came home to relieve some stress and I am now emotionally on FIRE!
I am going to take a few deep breaths, eat a few MORE chocolate crinkle cookies, search medicine cabinet for pain killers, and try to remember that life goes on. I may or may not ever see the bottom of the hamper. But that's not really what I want for Christmas anyway.
Mostly, I'd just like to stop putting my kids on hold and spend some time with them being happy.
It is possible right?
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
My Favorite Nephew
My little Dallin is missing his cousin.
Carson provided fantastic entertainment for Dallin while he was here. The two boys did more laps around the living room than I could count. They giggled in their high pitched little boy voices and shared their love for trains.
Here's a few great pics of Carson enjoying my jet spa (a.k.a. the bubble machine).
We sure do miss you little guy!
Carson provided fantastic entertainment for Dallin while he was here. The two boys did more laps around the living room than I could count. They giggled in their high pitched little boy voices and shared their love for trains.
Here's a few great pics of Carson enjoying my jet spa (a.k.a. the bubble machine).
We sure do miss you little guy!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Fun in the Leaves
The landscape crew is here sucking up all the beautiful red and gold
blankets of leaves off the ground.
My reaction? Hurry and get some good pics on the lawn
before the monsters reach my house.
Daniel - 8 years old
Dallin - 4 years old
Darren - 15 months old
What to do...
I'm home from church with two sick kids. One, is sleeping. The other, is enjoying Veggie Tales. Time for a blogging marathon!
Fall at My House
I love Fall. A lot. I love the colors. I love the temperatures. I love the apple and pumpkin picking. I love the smell of pie. I love the sound of crunching leaves. I love hay rides and sipping cider. I love the start of the baking season. Mostly, I love the way the world looks so beautiful.
Here's some shots at my house.
I can't believe how red the tree is in front.
It is simply on fire.
LOVE IT!
Here's some shots at my house.
I can't believe how red the tree is in front.
It is simply on fire.
LOVE IT!
The Remodel - Before
My Kitchen Before Demolition
Where My Kitchen Used To Be
This is me sitting on the toilet in my kitchen - a proper place for a toilet.Don't you think?
My Bathroom - Note The Missing Toilet
The Front of the House During ConstructionHalloween Pics
This year the Burneson's convinced our relatives to join our theme - The Wizard of Oz.
James & I were munchkins (notice the cool socks!)
Danny was the scarecrow.
Dallin was the tin man.
Darren was the cowardly lion.
My nieces were, Dorothy, Glinda, and the Tornado.
(Pictures from the girls will be added as soon as possible.)
My mom also sported a mane and tail as the horse of a different color.
More Pics From the Big Day
Daniel requested Carrot Cake and Pumpkin Pie for his 8th Birthday.
Daniel & Caden
Daniel's Baptismal Interview
Daniel was interviewed for baptism by the Bishop of the Parkville Ward
in the Platte City Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
in the Platte City Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Daniel's Baptism
Daniel was at his sweetest that day.
He seemed to know that I wanted to be close by him all day
and he was okay with that.
and he was okay with that.
My joy was so full as I watched these two walk together that day.
I have never been so grateful for a husband who honors his priesthood.
What a wonderful day for our family!
It was a busy day at our house. We had lots of house guests in town for the baptism and birthday celebrations. Daniel was full of excitement. He really enjoyed all the attention.
Daniel still managed to be sensitive to the sacred nature of the days events.
Saturday, I took Daniel into my room and presented him with a special gift. I had a white towel embroidered with his name and baptismal date (thanks Michelle - it was beautiful). We whispered quietly to each other as I showed Daniel his gift. His eyes got so big and he gave me such a big hug. He then carefully and almost reverently placed the towel in his duffel bag. He then ran and got a picture of the temple that he placed on top of the towel and told me it was to remind him of the important step he was making that day. What a precious moment that was for me! Your sweet reverence that day was such a blessing.
Just a little later that morning, James and I took Daniel aside and gave him his first scriptures. Again, his face lit up with wonder at the gift he was just given. He was thrilled to see his name engraved on the front cover. It was wonderful to watch James instruct Daniel as to the importance of the scriptures. James made sure he knew how to use the thumb index and encouraged him to read them often. I fully expected Daniel to think that it was a lame gift, but I was wrong. He was so happy to get his very own scriptures. I was amazed at how important they were to him.
Daniel and I headed up to the stake center early to witness the baptism of Danny's friend Caden. Daniel was so excited to share this experience with his buddy and was pleased to watch Caden be baptized first. Daniel gave the closing prayer at Caden's ceremony and prayed that Caden would be a good, kind boy and would remember to choose the right.
We enjoyed a nice luncheon at the chuch between baptisms. Then, Daniel listened attentively to talks given by his uncle Marcellus and his grandma Barbara. His cousin Julie sang, "When I am Baptized." She did a great job!
When James and Danny entered the water I noticed that they both had gum in their mouths.
(Note to James: At Dallin's baptism, let's do it without gum. Ok?)
I reminded James not to perform the ordianance in Spanish.
(James served a Spanish-speaking mission and all the baptisms he performed up till now were in Spanish.)
Daniel and James got it right on the first try. James got a big, wet hug after Danny came up out of the water. As Danny stepped up out of the font, I was there to wrap his new towel around him. I asked him how he felt, expecting to hear "the same" or "fine." But instead, Daniel said, "Mom, I just feel so good inside!" After that, it was hard to say who stood in the bigger puddle - Danny or me.
Daniel has always been full of faith and has enjoyed a closeness with the Spirit that I hope to acquire for myself someday.
That evening, we finished reading the Book of Mormon for the second time as a family - a goal that we set back in January. After such an exciting day full of fun and trick or treating, Daniel worked so hard to keep his eyes open long enough to hear those last few verses.
After tucking Daniel into bed that night, we talked a bit about the day's events. Daniel told me that he felt like the Savior was standing right there beside him as he got baptized. He said that he wondered if maybe He was really there.
Daniel, I am sure He was. He loves you and is just as pleased with you and your choice to be baptized as your father and I are. You are a choice son of your Heavenly Father and we are so thankful for you and all the joy that you bring into our home. Thank you for making the day special in every way!
Daniel still managed to be sensitive to the sacred nature of the days events.
Saturday, I took Daniel into my room and presented him with a special gift. I had a white towel embroidered with his name and baptismal date (thanks Michelle - it was beautiful). We whispered quietly to each other as I showed Daniel his gift. His eyes got so big and he gave me such a big hug. He then carefully and almost reverently placed the towel in his duffel bag. He then ran and got a picture of the temple that he placed on top of the towel and told me it was to remind him of the important step he was making that day. What a precious moment that was for me! Your sweet reverence that day was such a blessing.
Just a little later that morning, James and I took Daniel aside and gave him his first scriptures. Again, his face lit up with wonder at the gift he was just given. He was thrilled to see his name engraved on the front cover. It was wonderful to watch James instruct Daniel as to the importance of the scriptures. James made sure he knew how to use the thumb index and encouraged him to read them often. I fully expected Daniel to think that it was a lame gift, but I was wrong. He was so happy to get his very own scriptures. I was amazed at how important they were to him.
Daniel and I headed up to the stake center early to witness the baptism of Danny's friend Caden. Daniel was so excited to share this experience with his buddy and was pleased to watch Caden be baptized first. Daniel gave the closing prayer at Caden's ceremony and prayed that Caden would be a good, kind boy and would remember to choose the right.
We enjoyed a nice luncheon at the chuch between baptisms. Then, Daniel listened attentively to talks given by his uncle Marcellus and his grandma Barbara. His cousin Julie sang, "When I am Baptized." She did a great job!
When James and Danny entered the water I noticed that they both had gum in their mouths.
(Note to James: At Dallin's baptism, let's do it without gum. Ok?)
I reminded James not to perform the ordianance in Spanish.
(James served a Spanish-speaking mission and all the baptisms he performed up till now were in Spanish.)
Daniel and James got it right on the first try. James got a big, wet hug after Danny came up out of the water. As Danny stepped up out of the font, I was there to wrap his new towel around him. I asked him how he felt, expecting to hear "the same" or "fine." But instead, Daniel said, "Mom, I just feel so good inside!" After that, it was hard to say who stood in the bigger puddle - Danny or me.
Daniel has always been full of faith and has enjoyed a closeness with the Spirit that I hope to acquire for myself someday.
That evening, we finished reading the Book of Mormon for the second time as a family - a goal that we set back in January. After such an exciting day full of fun and trick or treating, Daniel worked so hard to keep his eyes open long enough to hear those last few verses.
After tucking Daniel into bed that night, we talked a bit about the day's events. Daniel told me that he felt like the Savior was standing right there beside him as he got baptized. He said that he wondered if maybe He was really there.
Daniel, I am sure He was. He loves you and is just as pleased with you and your choice to be baptized as your father and I are. You are a choice son of your Heavenly Father and we are so thankful for you and all the joy that you bring into our home. Thank you for making the day special in every way!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Countdown to the Big 8
Daniel is turning 8 this Halloween. Since I remember so vividly being eight-years-old, it is hard to believe that I am old enough to see my offspring reach such an important milestone.
Daniel will be baptized this Saturday. He didn't want to wait an extra day. Daniel came into this world a spiritual giant. He has easily grasped gospel principles and has always impressed me with the way he applies those principles in his life. Daniel truly lives the gospel. I have watched Daniel grow to be a young boy who listens carefully with a tender heart to whisperings of the Spirit. He knows right from wrong, and he cares very deeply for the welfare of others. Daniel delights in service and has recently amazed me with his abilities and joy in hard work.
Tonight, we shared a special family night centered around understanding baptism. The covenants made at baptism were clearly outlined. We discussed the promised blessings attached to such covenants. James, Dad, Barb and I were able to bear personal testimony of these blessings. The experience made me so grateful for the missionaries that shared the gospel with my parents, for the family and friends who taught me the gospel, and for all that was given me that I could share this truth with my children.
I am so pleased with Daniel - with his righteous desires, and his Christlike love. I will likely learn more from his example than he will learn from me.
Daniel will be baptized this Saturday. He didn't want to wait an extra day. Daniel came into this world a spiritual giant. He has easily grasped gospel principles and has always impressed me with the way he applies those principles in his life. Daniel truly lives the gospel. I have watched Daniel grow to be a young boy who listens carefully with a tender heart to whisperings of the Spirit. He knows right from wrong, and he cares very deeply for the welfare of others. Daniel delights in service and has recently amazed me with his abilities and joy in hard work.
Tonight, we shared a special family night centered around understanding baptism. The covenants made at baptism were clearly outlined. We discussed the promised blessings attached to such covenants. James, Dad, Barb and I were able to bear personal testimony of these blessings. The experience made me so grateful for the missionaries that shared the gospel with my parents, for the family and friends who taught me the gospel, and for all that was given me that I could share this truth with my children.
I am so pleased with Daniel - with his righteous desires, and his Christlike love. I will likely learn more from his example than he will learn from me.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
So you think YOU can dance?
This is TOTALLY worth the 30 seconds it takes to watch this!
Darren, can seriously cut a rug.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Open Door Policy
This Burneson Family is a bit open. We aren't especially private. We often leave our front door open for a good portion of the day; primarily to let natural light in, but also to welcome drop-ins.
We don't keep much to ourselves. I think my last pregnancy test was read positive about 30 seconds before James was calling the world to announce the news.
If my kids are driving me nuts, you'll hear about it. If my hubby's pants still haven't found a home in the hamper, you'll know. If we saved for a year to buy new furniture, you'll know that too.
What can I say, we're an open book.
Today, however, we have added a truly OPEN door policy to the list. This morning I was about to take a shower (ok, maybe it was late morning - who are we kidding) when I put the baby down for a nap and locked the front door. I gave Dallin a snack and something to do and reminded him not to answer the phone or open the door while Mommy is in the shower.
Dallin then replied, "I know mom. I won't open the door. I'll just yell, 'Come In!' right?"
So, while tonight's Family Night activity was to help some friends clean a house, I think next week should be more stranger danger in nature.
I love my little Dallin. He'll make a great missionary. He has no fear (except to be alone in our basement with all the toys and the air conditioner). He can and will talk to anyone; always introducing himself with his full name, Dallin Zachary Burneson (which when said very quickly by a four-year-old sounds a lot like disease-ridden.)
He thoroughly enjoys inviting our cashier at Price Chopper over to our house to play. They usually politely decline. Dallin, the confident little charmer that he is, then says, "I have toys!" He then raises his eyebrows and gives a little trigger finger action to impress the lady. Truthfully, I don't know how they resist.
In conclusion, if you happen to knock on my door and hear, "Come in." from a little voice on the rug. You may want to call before you enter. I'd hate for you to catch me in my bathrobe.
We don't keep much to ourselves. I think my last pregnancy test was read positive about 30 seconds before James was calling the world to announce the news.
If my kids are driving me nuts, you'll hear about it. If my hubby's pants still haven't found a home in the hamper, you'll know. If we saved for a year to buy new furniture, you'll know that too.
What can I say, we're an open book.
Today, however, we have added a truly OPEN door policy to the list. This morning I was about to take a shower (ok, maybe it was late morning - who are we kidding) when I put the baby down for a nap and locked the front door. I gave Dallin a snack and something to do and reminded him not to answer the phone or open the door while Mommy is in the shower.
Dallin then replied, "I know mom. I won't open the door. I'll just yell, 'Come In!' right?"
So, while tonight's Family Night activity was to help some friends clean a house, I think next week should be more stranger danger in nature.
I love my little Dallin. He'll make a great missionary. He has no fear (except to be alone in our basement with all the toys and the air conditioner). He can and will talk to anyone; always introducing himself with his full name, Dallin Zachary Burneson (which when said very quickly by a four-year-old sounds a lot like disease-ridden.)
He thoroughly enjoys inviting our cashier at Price Chopper over to our house to play. They usually politely decline. Dallin, the confident little charmer that he is, then says, "I have toys!" He then raises his eyebrows and gives a little trigger finger action to impress the lady. Truthfully, I don't know how they resist.
In conclusion, if you happen to knock on my door and hear, "Come in." from a little voice on the rug. You may want to call before you enter. I'd hate for you to catch me in my bathrobe.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Family Portrait 2009
Our photographer, Cori at Sears in Independence, is wonderful! She got 3 perfect shots in 10 minutes! The kids were great and I had a good hair day for once.
The Burneson Family
The Burneson Boys
The Burneson Love Birds
The Burneson Family
The Burneson Boys
The Burneson Love BirdsSunday, October 4, 2009
A Full Tank
It has been a wonderful weekend. I love Conference weekend. I love to fill my spiritual tank with the words of our prophet and apostles.
There were many talks that spoke right to me, to my heart. I found encouragement to be better in so many areas of my life. I found motivation to do more service. I found determination to raise my children in righteousness; to teach them accountability, responsibility, and charity. I also felt a tender pat on the back for some things that I have worked hard to achieve in my home. I am grateful for the men who deliver the message of the Lord's love for us.
This conference seemed to be consistently threaded with words of love. It seemed important that we know of God's love for us, and for all his children. Echoed many times throughout Conference was the lesson of the first and great commandments to love God and our neighbor.
I have been selfish with my time lately. After three years of devoting time to a job which distracted me from home life so often, I looked inward and focused on my family. I don't apologize for this behavior. It was a good and necessary thing. However, I do feel the impression to be more service oriented. I want my children to see a mother that finds joy in serving others. I hope to instill a desire in them to serve.
Perhaps what I love most about Conference, is the affect it has on my home. My children don't always sit quietly. Coloring pages are often scattered about the living room with crayons littering the rug from corner to corner. Yet, there is peace in my home when the prophet speaks. When Thomas S. Monson says, "I love you." you feel it. His voice is so tender and yet so powerful.
I remember a time when I was not active in the church. It had been quite a while since I had heard the voice of the prophets and apostles. I was at a friends home where someone was flipping through the channels on the television. The channel flipped onto a session of general conference and I, for a moment, was pierced to my soul - not by the words that were spoken but by the sound which I recognized to be a disciple of Christ. How familiar it was and how the sweet powerful voice of that priesthood holder shook me!
I love to have that sound in my home. The twelve apostles testify of truth; of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon, the Plan of Happiness, and the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ. I am thankful for the testimonies that were shared with us this weekend. I am grateful to be pointed in the right direction again with a full tank, ready to go and do.
There were many talks that spoke right to me, to my heart. I found encouragement to be better in so many areas of my life. I found motivation to do more service. I found determination to raise my children in righteousness; to teach them accountability, responsibility, and charity. I also felt a tender pat on the back for some things that I have worked hard to achieve in my home. I am grateful for the men who deliver the message of the Lord's love for us.
This conference seemed to be consistently threaded with words of love. It seemed important that we know of God's love for us, and for all his children. Echoed many times throughout Conference was the lesson of the first and great commandments to love God and our neighbor.
I have been selfish with my time lately. After three years of devoting time to a job which distracted me from home life so often, I looked inward and focused on my family. I don't apologize for this behavior. It was a good and necessary thing. However, I do feel the impression to be more service oriented. I want my children to see a mother that finds joy in serving others. I hope to instill a desire in them to serve.
Perhaps what I love most about Conference, is the affect it has on my home. My children don't always sit quietly. Coloring pages are often scattered about the living room with crayons littering the rug from corner to corner. Yet, there is peace in my home when the prophet speaks. When Thomas S. Monson says, "I love you." you feel it. His voice is so tender and yet so powerful.
I remember a time when I was not active in the church. It had been quite a while since I had heard the voice of the prophets and apostles. I was at a friends home where someone was flipping through the channels on the television. The channel flipped onto a session of general conference and I, for a moment, was pierced to my soul - not by the words that were spoken but by the sound which I recognized to be a disciple of Christ. How familiar it was and how the sweet powerful voice of that priesthood holder shook me!
I love to have that sound in my home. The twelve apostles testify of truth; of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon, the Plan of Happiness, and the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ. I am thankful for the testimonies that were shared with us this weekend. I am grateful to be pointed in the right direction again with a full tank, ready to go and do.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Laughs and Poo.
Things are not looking good on the home front.
I took Darren to the doctor today because he's had the runs and 5 days of fever that won't budge. His flu test came back negative. His breathing sounds ok. His ear infection has cleared up. So, now we collect some samples for lab testing. Yuck! Super yuck! I am not getting paid enough!
I returned from the doctor just in time to get a call from the school nurse. Danny has a low-grade fever and the runs. Time to go get him.
James has spent the last 3 days at home fighting this awful bug. Perhaps, now he understands how amazing it was that I endured such an illness at home alone with 3 kids to care for. Perhaps.
Two days ago, we returned from picking up Danny at school to hear the following...
Dallin: "Look there's Dad! We have to give him hugs and kisses!"
Danny: "No, we can't kiss him. He has a runny nose."
Emily: "He doesn't have a runny nose."
Danny: "He does too. Dad told me that he's got the runs!"
The Burneson boys are entertaining to say the least.
I took Darren to the doctor today because he's had the runs and 5 days of fever that won't budge. His flu test came back negative. His breathing sounds ok. His ear infection has cleared up. So, now we collect some samples for lab testing. Yuck! Super yuck! I am not getting paid enough!
I returned from the doctor just in time to get a call from the school nurse. Danny has a low-grade fever and the runs. Time to go get him.
James has spent the last 3 days at home fighting this awful bug. Perhaps, now he understands how amazing it was that I endured such an illness at home alone with 3 kids to care for. Perhaps.
Two days ago, we returned from picking up Danny at school to hear the following...
Dallin: "Look there's Dad! We have to give him hugs and kisses!"
Danny: "No, we can't kiss him. He has a runny nose."
Emily: "He doesn't have a runny nose."
Danny: "He does too. Dad told me that he's got the runs!"
The Burneson boys are entertaining to say the least.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Warning: Contents Under Pressure!
What a week we're having at the Burneson home!
Monday:
After several sleepless nights, Emily spent Monday morning at the doctor's office with Darren learning of his right ear infection. It is wonderful when you are able to discover that there is a cause for all the screaming at 2 am, that your son just wasn't mad at you for no reason, and that the cause is curable with the help of antibiotics.
Tuesday:
Despite my desire to enjoy a lazy day at home, I took the kids to the farm. Darren's reaction to seeing a ram up close was totally worth it. Wow, did he giggle! I returned home from the farm just in time to grab Danny from school. Then it hit...
The Flu!
It was awful. I lost strength immediately. The loss of fluids was great, and I found myself on the floor of our hallway wishing that my husband could teleport home sometime in the next millisecond.
The on-call doctor simply said that there was nothing they could do until the office opened in the morning. She said to start calling around 8:30am and see if I could get an appointment. She recommended that I be tested for the flu.
I spent the night enjoying fever, chills, a sore throat, body aches, and other unspeakable symptoms.
Wednesday:
I got up and drove Danny to school to give James some time to finish cramming for his Anatomy exam. I used up much of his study time when I requested that he come home early the night before to scoop me up off the floor.
The doctor could not get me in until 11am (the exact time of James' exam). James called for back up. My good friend Shelley rescued me and drove me and my two little ones to the medical office. She then watched my kids while I went to see the doctor.
I collapsed in the hallway on the way to the exam room, and a wonderful nurse caught me before I hit the ground. It was then that they determined that maybe the ER was a more appropriate place for me to be seen.
My blood pressure was low, my heart rate was high, and my fever was 101.8.
In the ER they treated me for dehydration, low potassium, and the flu. The doc prescribed anti-virals and then reminded me that these would not help me feel better. They would just shorten the duration.
LOVELY!
Thursday:
Around 1 am, James' came to check on me and found me drenched in sweat. Just after helping me get changed into dry clothes. Danny woke up with croup. This happens every fall with Danny, so James knew to take him outside to breath the cool night air. Before they walked out the door, Darren woke up. James handed me the baby and headed out the door with Danny. About 45 seconds later, Dallin started screaming that he had tinkled in his pants.
COME ON PEOPLE! REALLY?
We survived Thursday thanks to lots of Gatorade, toilet paper, anti-bacterial soap, and a terribly over-used DVD player.
My friend Ali brought over dinner, complete with rolls and cheesecake. Is she amazing or what? *side note - my family sure does eat well when I am unable to consume anything more than ice.
Thursday night was awful!!! Probably the worst night all week. The chills made rock solid knots in my back and neck and my fever kept spiking and falling.
Friday:
I woke up feeling not well, but much better. I could finally stand. I couldn't eat, but I could clean. After James left for school, I got busy disinfecting the house. I am determined that he will not get this thing. At least not from me.
The cleaning was a big mistake. This immediately indicated to my husband that I was back to myself again and ready to tackle life as usual.
All the cleaning wiped me out. I really had zero energy since I hadn't had a meal since lunch Tuesday.
Kate brought over something for dinner that smelled heavenly and the boys gobbled it up!
(Kate wasn't feeling so hot either - so she is absolutely a saint for cooking for us.)
*side note #2 - James will never say no to a free meal. He's shameless.
Saturday:
Saturday was a lot like Friday. I spent too much time cleaning and not enough time resting. James spent the ENTIRE day at school catching up.
It was so hard not to call him home to rescue me. I still felt like I had recently been flattened by a semi. The boys were done watching TV and were losing their ability to play nicely.
It was a rough day.
Sunday:
I'm feeling better. I still can't really eat much, so I'm weak and a bit cranky. The baby is showing some flu-like symptoms. I hope we're not at the start of round 2.
Monday:
After several sleepless nights, Emily spent Monday morning at the doctor's office with Darren learning of his right ear infection. It is wonderful when you are able to discover that there is a cause for all the screaming at 2 am, that your son just wasn't mad at you for no reason, and that the cause is curable with the help of antibiotics.
Tuesday:
Despite my desire to enjoy a lazy day at home, I took the kids to the farm. Darren's reaction to seeing a ram up close was totally worth it. Wow, did he giggle! I returned home from the farm just in time to grab Danny from school. Then it hit...
The Flu!
It was awful. I lost strength immediately. The loss of fluids was great, and I found myself on the floor of our hallway wishing that my husband could teleport home sometime in the next millisecond.
The on-call doctor simply said that there was nothing they could do until the office opened in the morning. She said to start calling around 8:30am and see if I could get an appointment. She recommended that I be tested for the flu.
I spent the night enjoying fever, chills, a sore throat, body aches, and other unspeakable symptoms.
Wednesday:
I got up and drove Danny to school to give James some time to finish cramming for his Anatomy exam. I used up much of his study time when I requested that he come home early the night before to scoop me up off the floor.
The doctor could not get me in until 11am (the exact time of James' exam). James called for back up. My good friend Shelley rescued me and drove me and my two little ones to the medical office. She then watched my kids while I went to see the doctor.
I collapsed in the hallway on the way to the exam room, and a wonderful nurse caught me before I hit the ground. It was then that they determined that maybe the ER was a more appropriate place for me to be seen.
My blood pressure was low, my heart rate was high, and my fever was 101.8.
In the ER they treated me for dehydration, low potassium, and the flu. The doc prescribed anti-virals and then reminded me that these would not help me feel better. They would just shorten the duration.
LOVELY!
Thursday:
Around 1 am, James' came to check on me and found me drenched in sweat. Just after helping me get changed into dry clothes. Danny woke up with croup. This happens every fall with Danny, so James knew to take him outside to breath the cool night air. Before they walked out the door, Darren woke up. James handed me the baby and headed out the door with Danny. About 45 seconds later, Dallin started screaming that he had tinkled in his pants.
COME ON PEOPLE! REALLY?
We survived Thursday thanks to lots of Gatorade, toilet paper, anti-bacterial soap, and a terribly over-used DVD player.
My friend Ali brought over dinner, complete with rolls and cheesecake. Is she amazing or what? *side note - my family sure does eat well when I am unable to consume anything more than ice.
Thursday night was awful!!! Probably the worst night all week. The chills made rock solid knots in my back and neck and my fever kept spiking and falling.
Friday:
I woke up feeling not well, but much better. I could finally stand. I couldn't eat, but I could clean. After James left for school, I got busy disinfecting the house. I am determined that he will not get this thing. At least not from me.
The cleaning was a big mistake. This immediately indicated to my husband that I was back to myself again and ready to tackle life as usual.
All the cleaning wiped me out. I really had zero energy since I hadn't had a meal since lunch Tuesday.
Kate brought over something for dinner that smelled heavenly and the boys gobbled it up!
(Kate wasn't feeling so hot either - so she is absolutely a saint for cooking for us.)
*side note #2 - James will never say no to a free meal. He's shameless.
Saturday:
Saturday was a lot like Friday. I spent too much time cleaning and not enough time resting. James spent the ENTIRE day at school catching up.
It was so hard not to call him home to rescue me. I still felt like I had recently been flattened by a semi. The boys were done watching TV and were losing their ability to play nicely.
It was a rough day.
Sunday:
I'm feeling better. I still can't really eat much, so I'm weak and a bit cranky. The baby is showing some flu-like symptoms. I hope we're not at the start of round 2.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Surviving Alien Abductions.
We have officially survived 3.6 weeks of Dental School!
My stress level has gone way down since I no longer manage property. How wonderful it is to play with my kids, to read entire shelves of children's books in a day, and to have really good excuses for ignoring the laundry. My favorite excuse being, playing outside in a place other than the ghetto.
The baby is taking longer naps thanks to the distance between his private bedroom and the fabulous playroom in the partly finished basement.
I am so proud of ability to cope with the craziness of life lately. While we have had a few meltdowns adjusting to this new schedule, I have mostly kept my cool.
The most difficult thing to deal with has been the alien abductions.
At the start of any major change in the life of a Burneson boy, there is a period of flipping out that occurs. This reaction is characterized by dramatic outbursts, an increased lack of patience, a general mood of grouchiness, followed by a need for affection. I refer to this episode as an alien abduction because it seems that someone has abducted my love ones and replaced them with remarkably cranky look-alikes.
The first Burneson to experience the switch was Daniel. He came home from school with a chip on his shoulder, mad at the world for about 2 weeks. He loves his new school and his new teacher and he started making lots of new friends. We think the change in behavior was simply the result of not enough sleep. Once we got back to our 7:30 bedtime, things started to really improve.
Dallin just this week has been replaced with a monster unlike anything that we've seen. The tantrums have been loud, tearful, rough on the door-frames, and exhausting for both he and I. Today the fits were caused by the following 1) a shirt that wasn't orange 2) I would not let him eat a bowl of yogurt covered raisins for breakfast 3) I made him get dressed before we took Danny to school 4) we could not fly a kite in our pajamas 5) Spaghetti was red and 6) the band-aid went all the way around his finger. Oh aliens, please bring back my mush-mush!
James has been an unidentified creature of sorts as well. When we were first engaged, James' mother told me that in order to be happy - James needs to be fed and well rested. The woman was not kidding! The man needs his Z's. Well guess what? There are no naps at the UMKC School of Dentistry. A big disappointment here. I mean really, what are the scrubs for? Are they not just daytime jammies?
The good news is that my lack of day job has made it possible for me to patiently love each of these monsters until the aliens return my family.
As for tiny, he's cutting 3 new teeth. He's a little fussy but I think he's still the original.
My stress level has gone way down since I no longer manage property. How wonderful it is to play with my kids, to read entire shelves of children's books in a day, and to have really good excuses for ignoring the laundry. My favorite excuse being, playing outside in a place other than the ghetto.
The baby is taking longer naps thanks to the distance between his private bedroom and the fabulous playroom in the partly finished basement.
I am so proud of ability to cope with the craziness of life lately. While we have had a few meltdowns adjusting to this new schedule, I have mostly kept my cool.
The most difficult thing to deal with has been the alien abductions.
At the start of any major change in the life of a Burneson boy, there is a period of flipping out that occurs. This reaction is characterized by dramatic outbursts, an increased lack of patience, a general mood of grouchiness, followed by a need for affection. I refer to this episode as an alien abduction because it seems that someone has abducted my love ones and replaced them with remarkably cranky look-alikes.
The first Burneson to experience the switch was Daniel. He came home from school with a chip on his shoulder, mad at the world for about 2 weeks. He loves his new school and his new teacher and he started making lots of new friends. We think the change in behavior was simply the result of not enough sleep. Once we got back to our 7:30 bedtime, things started to really improve.
Dallin just this week has been replaced with a monster unlike anything that we've seen. The tantrums have been loud, tearful, rough on the door-frames, and exhausting for both he and I. Today the fits were caused by the following 1) a shirt that wasn't orange 2) I would not let him eat a bowl of yogurt covered raisins for breakfast 3) I made him get dressed before we took Danny to school 4) we could not fly a kite in our pajamas 5) Spaghetti was red and 6) the band-aid went all the way around his finger. Oh aliens, please bring back my mush-mush!
James has been an unidentified creature of sorts as well. When we were first engaged, James' mother told me that in order to be happy - James needs to be fed and well rested. The woman was not kidding! The man needs his Z's. Well guess what? There are no naps at the UMKC School of Dentistry. A big disappointment here. I mean really, what are the scrubs for? Are they not just daytime jammies?
The good news is that my lack of day job has made it possible for me to patiently love each of these monsters until the aliens return my family.
As for tiny, he's cutting 3 new teeth. He's a little fussy but I think he's still the original.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Expect the Unexpected!
I remember a day, early in my life as a mother, that James politely suggested that I get a planner - a nice one, maybe something from Franklin Covey. He seemed to think that the stress I was feeling was directly related to my lack of planning. If only I could be a bit more organized, life would not be quite so hectic.
Husbands, save yourself the trouble. Do not utter such silly thoughts, even if you think they are valid.
Here is the truth...
1 - Babies soil newly changed diapers.
2 - The above-mentioned diapers are usually filled just as you're leaving the house. (If you are lucky, the diaper locks-in the mess and all you need is a new diaper.)
3 - Freshly bathed babies will most certainly smear yogurt or oatmeal in their hair.
4 - The one child old enough to drink from a cup without a lid will assuredly spill the contents of said cup onto the freshly ironed tablecloth.
5 - The left shoe which always rests by its equal near the door, will have gone missing 10 minutes before you have to be at your appointment.
6 - Someone in the house will let out an ear-piercing "happy" scream, just as you place the sleeping baby in his crib.
7 - The kids will be sure to get a 2-minute power nap in the car on the way home from Church, negating any hopes of rest for the adults.
8 - No one can predict the day that a tantrum will ensue because a little one's pant leg touches his foot.
9 - Nor could we elegantly prioritize on which day we should plan a screaming fit over how much milk belongs in a cereal bowl.
10 - Lastly, there was no way to know in advance how much I would adore the little munchkins that make my life so beautifully unpredictable.
I love them, even when it's difficult. I hope they continue to love me when I spill things and put yogurt in my hair.
Husbands, save yourself the trouble. Do not utter such silly thoughts, even if you think they are valid.
Here is the truth...
1 - Babies soil newly changed diapers.
2 - The above-mentioned diapers are usually filled just as you're leaving the house. (If you are lucky, the diaper locks-in the mess and all you need is a new diaper.)
3 - Freshly bathed babies will most certainly smear yogurt or oatmeal in their hair.
4 - The one child old enough to drink from a cup without a lid will assuredly spill the contents of said cup onto the freshly ironed tablecloth.
5 - The left shoe which always rests by its equal near the door, will have gone missing 10 minutes before you have to be at your appointment.
6 - Someone in the house will let out an ear-piercing "happy" scream, just as you place the sleeping baby in his crib.
7 - The kids will be sure to get a 2-minute power nap in the car on the way home from Church, negating any hopes of rest for the adults.
8 - No one can predict the day that a tantrum will ensue because a little one's pant leg touches his foot.
9 - Nor could we elegantly prioritize on which day we should plan a screaming fit over how much milk belongs in a cereal bowl.
10 - Lastly, there was no way to know in advance how much I would adore the little munchkins that make my life so beautifully unpredictable.
I love them, even when it's difficult. I hope they continue to love me when I spill things and put yogurt in my hair.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I Love You Today
My son ran into my arms when he first saw me this morning. He gave me the biggest hug and smooch on the cheek. Then he whispered, "Mom. I just love you today."
Dallin loves so unconditionally. I've never seen anything like it.
I had justed stumbled down the stairs, barely awake. My hair seemed to point the way to Texas, North Dakota, and Cali all at the same time. The circles under my eyes were dark and thoroughly indicated my age. My blue, plaid, pajama pants sat crooked on my hips and clashed beautifully with my black v-neck t-shirt. As I had not yet found my way to the shower or the toothbrush, I am certain that I smelled just lovely.
But yet, this little person can see past all of that and tell me, with a refreshing spring in his purpose, that he loves me today.
Oh what this did for me! Today, no matter what happened, I knew that I was loved today. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not yesterday, but today -- I am loved.
Thanks Dal.
I love you today - each and every day!
Dallin loves so unconditionally. I've never seen anything like it.
I had justed stumbled down the stairs, barely awake. My hair seemed to point the way to Texas, North Dakota, and Cali all at the same time. The circles under my eyes were dark and thoroughly indicated my age. My blue, plaid, pajama pants sat crooked on my hips and clashed beautifully with my black v-neck t-shirt. As I had not yet found my way to the shower or the toothbrush, I am certain that I smelled just lovely.
But yet, this little person can see past all of that and tell me, with a refreshing spring in his purpose, that he loves me today.
Oh what this did for me! Today, no matter what happened, I knew that I was loved today. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not yesterday, but today -- I am loved.
Thanks Dal.
I love you today - each and every day!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Ode to the Twins
Once they were perky, up high on my chest.
That was the place where I liked them the best.
Full and bouncy are words that I'd use to describe,
The twins that with so little help stood up high.
But I put them to work feeding kids for so long.
Now I'm here to tell you, the twins are long gone.
I had my third baby, then went on a diet.
I want to look healthy, so I thought I should try it.
Did I lose my arm fat, those flabby white tubes?
No. Dang! In fact, I lost my big boobs.
That was the place where I liked them the best.
Full and bouncy are words that I'd use to describe,
The twins that with so little help stood up high.
But I put them to work feeding kids for so long.
Now I'm here to tell you, the twins are long gone.
I had my third baby, then went on a diet.
I want to look healthy, so I thought I should try it.
Did I lose my arm fat, those flabby white tubes?
No. Dang! In fact, I lost my big boobs.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Who wouldn't want this girl for a mom?
I know that I would!
My adorable sister Erin (pictured above) is looking to add to her family through adoption. Erin and her husband Danny adopted their first son, Carson, in December of 2007. They're an awesome family! They laugh a lot, they play a lot, and their kid has the best aunt on the planet! - Me.
Check out their adoption profile at
http://www.facebook.com/l/;www.itsaboutlove.org
You can find them using their profile ID which is: 23347180
Feel free to share this information with anyone who may be thinking about adoption or anyone who knows someone who might be thinking about adoption.
I sure would love to see this happy family grow.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Summer Fun at Whitecliff Water Park
Darren & Grandma Barbie
Dallin is always ready to smile for the camera - he's a natural.
Another Burneson hottie!
Daniel in action!
Daniel, proud of his triumph on the slide.Summer Fun at the St. Louis Art Museum
James, Daniel, and Dallin, showing us their fire power.
More fire power.
I'm so happy to have a man that will pretend to enjoy
trips to the art museum with me.
trips to the art museum with me.
Darren's Surgery - July 1, 2009
We dressed Darren in our lucky scrubs. Danny wore the same scrubs for his surgery 7 years ago.
Darren was happy to see so many shiny things in the hospital.
It's hard to be strong for your little one.
James & Darren kept me smiling and were ready to get this over with.
This is the hardest thing.
"Certainly, Stranger. You make take my baby down the hall and cut on him."
This photograph does not show the puddle in which I stood.
Luckily, our prayers were answered and our little bug did great!
Recovery was a little slow at first but his scar is already disappearing,
and his eye is no longer puffy and red.
I am so glad that I had the nerve to reject the doctors in Kansas City.
The surgeons at Children's Hospital in St. Louis were amazing!
Trust your gut, moms!
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