Coughing & hacking

That has been the story lately, but more so me and less of the boys. In fact, I finally got Gabriel and Zeke’s cough-variant asthma under control, although it took many sleepless nights and a few pre-6 a.m. starts of our days.

Conversely, I have been hacking for nearly two weeks with no signs of improving. Admittedly, I had been taking an array of different meds, since I wasn’t sure if my sickness is due to allergies or a cold.

Really, my only symptoms are a constant cough, occasionally feeling achy, and fatigue, yet I’ve remained fever-less and with hardy appetite, so I’m leaning toward allergies. I’m now taking an expectorant to make my cough more productive, along with with some allergy meds, so I hope to knock this thing out asap.

Gabriel, Houston & Kara love swimming in the Albemarle Sound during our family vacation in mid-July.

Interestingly, Houston hasn’t had a cough, so I was also unsure of the root of his recent sickness. His only symptoms had been a sore throat and a major runny nose — which prompted him to quite dramatically act as if the world were coming to an end– that is, until Thursday morning.

Yes, Houston’s aforementioned symptoms has stopped by then, thankfully. But that poor child woke up with such red, puffy skin on his upper face that he could barely open his eyes. He didn’t have any goop or crust in or around his eyes; he was just a swollen mess.

I tackled what was obviously a flair up of Houston’s seasonal allergies with an ice-cold facial compress, antihistamine eye drops and other allergy meds. He’s doing much better now, as are the twins. Hopefully, I will be on the road to recovery soon, as well.

Health beyond allergies 

It’s amazing how brave the kids are during doctor visits. On Monday, the twins had to get two vaccines each. Sure, they cried, but got over in about 20 seconds.

Then on Thursday, the 3 Amigos had a dental appointment. Houston, who used to abhor going to the dentist, politely requested that I not hang out with him during his cleaning. And while Gabe and Zeke still needed me nearby, they didn’t want to be held or coddled. Instead, they just relaxed and did as the dental professionals asked.

Zeke goes Hulk on Cousin David while frolicking @ “the calm beach.”

Speaking of teeth, Houston finally lost his tooth on Thursday, although this monumental occurrence happened during his nighttime brushing and said tooth plopped perfectly in the drain. Despite my best efforts, the tooth moved further down the hole. Fortunately, Stephen was able to disassemble the piping and rescue the incisor the sink abyss. Thanks, Daddy!

A giddy Houston put his first lost tooth in the tooth fairy pillow Granny bought him and awoke this morning to a dollar bill in the pocket. It sure pays a lot more to lose baby teeth in the 21st century than it did when I was a kid.

Last Tuesday, I met with my orthopedic specialist, Nikki. Since my last appointment, my mobility has improved and my pain has decreased. So, she modified my stretching regimen and assigned me strength-training exercises, and I plan on following her directives to a T. Here’s to getting limber, strong and healthy!

Being naked really works

Well, potty training in July ended with lots of poop in pants and even an explosive Gabriel dooky that got all over the couch. (Sigh.) Yet, in the face of such rebellious acts, I opted to give the twins the Thomas spin-brushes I had purchased for them months ago.

Yes, they were often using their pull-ups like diapers, but they were also going solo sometimes. Plus, I thought that the positivity of a reward might do them some good, since I tend to get bummed out when they have accidents caused by indolence and/or indifference.

Then last week, the brilliant Miss Christie told me about naked potty training. She used the method with both her sons, and the thinking is that if a kid has nothing on down south, he will resist soiling himself.

Houston & Kara teach Black Beard a lesson during a shopping outing.

On one hand, I thought, “I’m not sure if Gabe and Zeke would even care if poop or pee were dripping down their legs.” But on the other hand, I considered, “I’ve attempted every other potty-training method known to man, so why not give this one a shot?!”

Granny and Grumps visited last weekend, so we gave the naked thing a whirl starting on Saturday morning. Amazingly, it worked! The only accidents that have occurred since then are when the boys are in pull-ups or undies for sleeping, outdoor play or jaunts away from home.

This has totaled one accident per day per child, with the exception of Zeke’s no-accidents day yesterday. The dudes have been doing such a fantastic job that they have earned back their motorized trains and being able to watch Thomas & Friends on Netflix.

Once we run out of our pull-ups stash, the plan was to use prefold cloth diapers and Thirsties covers, which Christie lent us, for nighttime and around-town use. This would not only save us money, but would also help motivate the boys to stay dry and clean, since prefolds aren’t near as wicking as disposable pull-ups.

However, I may be reconsidering this. First, I tried out the prefolds during our trip to the dentist, and both Gabe and Zeke drenched his (seemingly) without any hesitation or regret. It just didn’t seem the phase either one of them.

Moreover, this morning began with sweet music to my ears: “Mommy, I went doo-doo in the potty,” Zeke joyfully said. And indeed he had done so totally independent of me. Therefore, my concern is that he may not have been able to accomplish this feat if he had been wearing a cloth diaper and cover ’cause he probably wouldn’t have been able to get it all off by himself.

Zeke poses w/ “girlfriend” Lorna, who he admittedly plans to steal from David.

Plus, Zeke awoke with a dry pull-up yesterday, and Gabe’s have been virtually dry for the past two mornings. As of now, I’m unsure if I want to hinder them being able to deal with their first potty of the day solo. Any advice?

It’s not all poop & pee

Even though potty training is a drag, we’ve still managed to have some good times this past week, most notably, a playdate at our house with Beth and Christie and the kids. It was quite wild with three adults and eight kids in our small casa, but it turned out to be great fun for everyone.

On Monday, Houston’s harvester ants (for the ant farm Daddy and I gave him for his birthday) finally arrived. Getting all the ants in their new habitat was pretty hairy, but Miss Jessie and I pulled it off. Houston adores his new critters, tends to them carefully, and takes them to bed with him every night.

Last week, we had another pool date with Christie and her crew. Yet again, the 3 Amigos’ skills improved vastly from our last time in the water. I wouldn’t be surprised if Houston is actually swimming soon. The twins still have a ways to go, but it shouldn’t be too long till they’re right there with big bro.

And then today, the boys attended Maddie’s Tae Kwon Do birthday party. And then Houston took a dip in Alyssa’s new above-ground swimming pool for the first time.

Multimedia entertainment

In late July, Stephen and I decided to give Houston back the privilege of playing video games. He is allowed to play online educational or super-hero games for short sessions throughout the week, but he can only play on the weekends with Daddy and for closely monitored periods of time, as well.

Having to watch the clock like a hawk is a pain, but we don’t want him vegging out in front of a screen for any significant amount of time. (Our rule is no more than two hours max of TV and/or video games a day, with the goal being much less.)

“Go ahead, make my day,” says a gun-toting Gabriel during a fire fight w/ bros.

Some research shows that playing video games activates dopamine, a chemical in the brain that supposedly makes kids want to keep playing games nonstop. I’m usually distrustful of child-centered research and overzealous safety information (’cause it often plays on emotion and not science or logic).

But I must admit that Houston can get a tad bonkers when asked to turn off his games — hence, the original hiatus. However, I think our new very limited and strict approach is working. My proof? “Hey, I’ll let you play Marvel Kids for a little bit after lunch,” I told Houston recently, to which he replied, “That’s okay. I think I’ve played enough lately.” Let’s hear it for self-control!

Wednesday night, the boys and I finally finished The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe. What an incredible read. Since then, we have watched the movie twice, debating whether the book or film is better, and continue to discuss the heavy themes in the classic.

One of my favorite lines, which is quite apropos to critiquing today’s political and cultural climate, is when C.S. Lewis describes how Peter, Edmund, Susan and Lucy reigned in Narnia, after the great Aslan crowned them kings and queens:

“And they made good laws and kept the peace … and generally stopped busybodies and interferers and encouraged ordinary people who wanted to live and let live.”

Click the top photo to see all “Sound Swimming” pics and the above shot to view all “Chilling” photos from vacation. Lots more OBX pics are forthcoming.

Dog days are doggone

The definition of dog days means “a period marked my lethargy, inactivity.” But our late July and August have been anything but.

Vacation Bible School 

The kids attended VBS from 7/23-7/26. Everyday from 9 a.m. to noon, the boys had a blast exploring the VBS theme, Babylon: Daniel’s Courage In Captivity.

While they were busy making new friends, and participating in lessons, games, crafts, songs and dances, I took advantage of the free time to run errands, make necessary phone calls and appointments, start reading a new book, treat myself to robust coffee at Starbucks, and even visit Auntie Merdy and baby Rorie.

We bought a CD of all the celebration music learned during VBS and began listening to it nonstop when we got it later that week. The 3 Amigos were (and still are) really into it, belting out all the lyrics and dancing the moves that accompany each song. Very cute!

Houston’s first fishing experience catching freshwater trout in the mountains w/ cousins Terri & Patrick in late June. (Click to see all June pics.)

That Friday night, our church hosted a Hotdog Family Supper. This was, of course, less about food and more about observing the Biblical instructions learned, and the awesome efforts of the 500+ kids who participated in VBS and all the volunteers who made the successful week possible.

Stephen and I separated and took turns hanging with each boy’s class as they went from activity to activity, moving about our large church at quick pace. This took some maneuvering, considering that Gabriel and Zeke were in different tribes — a great experience for them, but a challenge for the parents of twins plus one.

That Sunday, all the VBS kids performed two of their songs on stage before both sermons. We couldn’t see Houston, who was in the back, but Gabe and Zeke were front row, unabashedly dancing and singing their hearts out in front of a congregation of a few thousand.

My hip & everyone’s hacking

In late July, I had a session with a new orthopedic specialist, Nikki. I had been experiencing more pain than normal since my last physical therapy with my former specialist a couple months ago. My mobility and strength had drastically improved after my first session with him, but then plummeted after the second.

Zeke goes all out Boba Fett during a Moms Club outing in early June.

Nikki did a battery of tests, but didn’t do any major manipulation of my body like the previous specialist had done. Instead, she took a more mathematic and pragmatic approach, measuring my abilities (or lack thereof) during particular stretches.

Well, my diagnosis is the same: stressed my left hip during my first childbirth > exacerbated it over the years > it never had a chance to recover, so my right side overcompensated and my left side became increasingly clenched > it spread from hip to lower back to right thigh and into a debilitating problem.

However, my treatment and recovery is different. Nikki assigned me three new, easy stretches that have to be done in twice-daily sessions. The routine will alleviate the pain, making it more intermittent. Thankfully, this has been the case over the past week.

But she was also confident that I would be CURED of my ailments within six weeks, as long as I stay diligent in my routine. I pray the good therapist is right. So far, so good. Thanks, Nikki!

Houston devours Jessie’s solar system cake & the twins munch ice cream, while grill-master Daddy takes a load off, during Houston’s 5th birthday party.

At their last appointment in the spring, the twins’ asthma specialist had advised that I start them back on their meds in August. The hope is that they’ll need to do the antihistamine pill and puffer for just one more season, which regrettably runs from late summer to late spring for their condition (cough-variant asthma).

Considering that Zeke’s dry, unproductive cough came back with a vengeance even earlier than expected and Gabe’s arrived right on time, I’m not quite as optimistic as the doc that they’ll grow out of CVA as soon as she had thought.

It’s an annoying, restless nighttime cough that has caused some major disruptions to our already fragile sleep cycle. But now that the meds have finally seeped into their little systems, our collective states of slumber — which have been in peril for about a week now — are a bit more gratifying with each passing night.

Unfortunately, I’ve had a yucky cough for a few days, as well, and Houston’s been complaining of a soar throat. I’m pretty sure it’s all seasonal-allergy related, but that still doesn’t make it any more pleasant when dealing with whining kids or even my own phlegm.

Houston & Asher — another version of “double trouble” — take turns jet-spraying guests @ the party. (Click to see all birthday pics.)

Swimming & hiking

On 8/3, Zeke finally got his one-on-one with Daddy from a diamond contest he won months ago. He chose to go swimming at the Y, and both Stephens (Beeler and Ezekiel) reportedly had a wonderful time.

The day before, the boys and I went swimming with Christie and her posse. The kids played well, freeing me up to enjoy some adult chitchat. And the dudes showed great confidence and improvement with their aquatic skills, namely kicking, attempting strokes, submerging themselves, and just being comfortable in the water.

On recent boys-only outings, Daddy took the crew hiking; to the NSC to see a mummy exhibit (although it was an extra fee, so they ended up not seeing the preserved bodies); shopping to spend Houston’s remaining birthday money; and twice to Chick-fil-A.

Homeschool prep

On 8/7, Stephen, Christie and I attended a Classical Conversations orientation at the home of our community director, Jen. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, just more an opportunity for everyone to get together and for us newbies to hear the encouraging words of a few seasoned homeschoolers.

Jen also mapped out what the weekly community tutorials will entail for students and some of the fun things planned for CC families this fall. Can’t believe summer’s nearly over and school is almost here!

Gabriel, as with most things, is very serious about his gun-fighting skills.

Peeve of the day

Every time I go to a store, I get asked during checkout to make a donation to help local kids buy school supplies. Isn’t that what my property taxes are for … to fund government education?

This altruistic-pushing practice is especially maddening during shopping trips when I’m crunching numbers, budgeting monies and deciding what to buy and what to hold off on for my own kids’ education. I mean, if you want to do it “for the children,” do it.

But putting the onus on consumers as some of us are coupon-cutting and trying to keep our heads above water during this economic malaise is just irritating. I believe in voluntary charity, but this is do-gooderism sleight of hand. Thanks, but no thanks.

And if you really want to help the kids, let the money follow the student, and let parents choose the schools that he or she attends, whether that be public or private. Furthermore, I’ll take a tax deduction for homeschooling expenses while you’re at it.

Will I ever stop blogging about poop?!

We’re still in the throes of potty training, unfortunately. Yet, sometimes we feel hopeful.

For instance, during our road trip to the Outer Banks on 7/14 (details about our madcap family vacation in the next blog), Zeke said he had to go doo-doo. He held it while we searched for a restroom in this remote part of eastern Carolina.

Luckily, we stumbled upon a rural Holiday Inn, where both Zeke and Gabriel successfully put their poop in the toilet. Jubilation (and stink) filled the air!

Houston played his heart out @ the Marvels last soccer game in mid-May. (Click to see all the pics.)

But other times, we feel totally disheartened, like pretty much the entire rest of our week at the beach, where signs of the twins being potty trained were nil. The only times they ever showed any interest in going was when we were at a restaurant.

In fact, Gabe and Zeke usually requested multiple potty breaks during each dining experience — way more than they did while at beach house, where it was a lot less complicated to go.

Are they asserting some twisted sense of control? “Ha, Mommy and Daddy can’t enjoy their food ’cause they have to keep taking us potty,” they may have thought at the restaurant.

Or maybe pure indolence? “Whew, thank goodness I don’t have to walk five steps to the bathroom. Certainly, Mommy would love to change my nasty pull-up instead of relaxing,” they might have considered while at the cottage.

Gabriel also gave a noble performance, playing almost the entire game.

Then at Vacation Bible School on Monday, both Gabriel and Zeke had bowel movements that exploded out of their pull-ups. Each of their teachers (they’re in different classes) had to search for replacement clothes because of their soiled shorts. I suppose that’s one way to make your mark on the first day of class.

Sure, I’m a full-time family manager who homeschools her kids, but this situation has become so desperate that I may be willing to outsource this particular parenting responsibility. Any potty experts out there who want to earn some extra cash? If not, might it be inappropriate to add our potty woes to your church’s prayer list?

Seriously, I know we’ll survive and probably even laugh about it all one day, but get ‘er done already, boys!

Some cool news: Houston has his first loose tooth! I had noticed it looked a different, but didn’t feel the wobbly incisor until Sunday. I asked Houston if he knew it was movable, to which he replied, “Nah, I just thought I had a piece of corn between my teeth.”

Zeke, on the other hand, cried mostly & wasn’t allowed to attend the team’s post-game celebration.

Jolly in July: We had some summertime Christmas fun on 7/11. Since the kids are always requesting holiday movies, Houston was experiencing a little 24-hour bug, and it was rainy to boot, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to lounge on the couch and watch The Grinch and Rudolph.

Another critter gone: Despite our best efforts, Spaz died before vacation. At least we have an ample supply of things to view under the microscope we got Houston for his birthday, display on the boys’ cork board, or perhaps even dissect.

There are a lot of hermit crabs breathing a sigh of relief that the Dillinghams didn’t purchase a new critter while at the beach. Rest easy, Outer Banks crustaceans.