tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67429479638533058422024-03-14T00:18:00.703-07:00Joe & Katrina Inc.Life as mommy of a busy boy & two fiesty girls, a wife, and a career woman.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-43916119942939676762018-11-28T20:21:00.001-08:002018-11-28T20:21:46.779-08:00Grand Canyon Trip<div>
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For Thanksgiving we decided to take a trip to the Grand Canyon in the 5th wheel. We had a lot of fun, but I wish I had researched it a little better before I planned it all.</div>
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<b>The Drive:</b></div>
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Was long! About six hours because with the 5th wheel we have to drive slower than we could in a regular car/truck. The kids actually did okay because they planned on our phones or tablets during the drive. We stopped 1 time for gas, food, and bathroom stops on the way there and the way back. I wish that on the way back I filled up before crossing from Arizona into California. Gas was nearly a dollar more expensive in California!</div>
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We stayed at the <a href="http://railsiderv.com/" target="_blank">Railside RV Ranch,</a> which is located in Williams, Arizona right near the train. When we arrived the front office had already closed, but just to the right of the door was a bunch of clipped papers- one had our name on it! It had the site number and a map of the park. Very easily we found the site and got all parked and hooked up! The park had nearly all pull thru sites. There were no fire rings, but it was too darn cold to sit out by the fire anyways!</div>
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We went over to the office in the morning and got all checked in proper. The people who own the park were so nice! Every morning in the office there are waffles, hot coffee and cocoa, and some eggs. This is all included in the cost of staying there! It was really nice the last day we were there to not have to cook and just go to the office for waffles to go!</div>
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While we were in Williams, it was so cold! Well probably not for most people, but being from California- we were frozen. Since this was the first time we had ever used our heater, we ran out of propane the second night! Once again the owners saved our butts! I called the after hours number and they had a supply of already filled propane tanks for us to use! So we used one of those overnight and in the morning they filled up our propane tanks (total of 50 dollars). </div>
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Another really nice perk was the ranch has wonderfully clean facilities. In the womens bathroom there were several showers that were spotlessly clean! We used these several times.<br />
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After staying at the Ranch for 5 days, Joe actually said he would like to stay longer!! Which I have never heard him say!<br />
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<b>The Train:</b><br />
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From several friends we had heard how wonderful the <a href="https://www.thetrain.com/" target="_blank">Grand Canyon Railway</a> was, so we were really looking forward to this (at least I was!). The tickets seemed a little pricey- so we just did the coach class. They do have really fancy cars that have more comfortable seats, food, drinks, etc. I can't attest to the differences in the cars, but we were quite comfortable in the coach car.<br />
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In our car there was an attendant that was just wonderful! Her name is Amber Rose- and I know what you are thinking! It is not the slutty one that dated Kanye! She was a wonderfully kind and hilarious woman who somehow made us all laugh and have a great time! There were two different musicians who played in our car. Also there was a staged robbery by some cowboys!<br />
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As for the actual train ride, I was a little disappointed. This was probably my fault because I thought with a name like the Grand Canyon Railway that we would go through the Grand Canyon- but I was so wrong. The train goes between Williams Arizona to the Grand Canyon by taking a very slow 2+ hour train ride through a desert type environment. It wasn't the beautiful landscape I had hoped. We did see some wild animals, and a lot of cows.</div>
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The Grand Canyon Railway also does a Christmas themed "Polar Express" trip. We didn't go on that one but saw a lot of families headed in with the jammies on.<br />
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Once we got off the train we were at the train station.<br />
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At the Grand Canyon South Rim, there is a series of shuttles that will take you all around so you don't have to have a car there. The shuttles run every 15 minutes so whatever time you need to go somewhere, the shuttle is very convenient.<br />
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The kids really enjoyed the canyon! It was funny to see their different reactions. Jordan and Brooke were both terrified of falling in! Even with the railing they were very hesitant to get anywhere close to the edge. Claire loved it and wanted a picture in every location!<br />
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I think that maybe Claire would like to go hiking with me through the Grand Canyon. There is a hiking trip that goes from "Rim to Rim" and Joe has told me he has absolutely no interest in doing this! Maybe when Claire gets older she will want to go! </div>
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Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-48538053759255701832018-11-26T12:22:00.000-08:002018-11-26T12:22:01.491-08:00Very late late update!My life is too crazy to keep up!<br />
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I'm still working full time, and Joe works now as well. He was working full time at a Physical Therapy clinic, but hated being a manager. After several requests to not be the manager, his higher ups made it clear he would continue to be the manager if he stayed there. Fortunately we were able to say, no thanks! And he quit working as a regular employee there- no just does per diem work for them. No longer a manager, and the per diem rate is better than what he made as the manager!<br />
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The kids are driving us to the point of insanity. They constantly fight with each other and it is miserable to listen to. The constant bickering and tattling is unbearable at times. Then other times they get along wonderfully. You just never know what kind of day they will have.<br />
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Jordan is 11 and started middle school. He got nearly all A's on his last report card. He got one B- and blames me for it because I made him miss two days of school to go camping over labor day! Jordan is a perfectionist- and gets mad if he isn't winning. His competitive spirit is a constant motivator to him to keep busy and achieve more. He is still in karate- but hates it. Joe doesn't want to let him quit because he is so close to a black belt. I kind of want him to quit because I hate arguing about making him go every week (and he goes 3x per week!).<br />
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Claire is 8, still a little drama queen. She is overly emotional and such a sensitive little thing. She cries often and gets her feelings hurt regularly over very small issues. Her sweet little face gets all purpley when she starts to cry. She does well in school and loves to read. Of all the kids, she is going to be the most outdoorsy. She loves when we go camping and likes to ride her bike.<br />
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Brooke is 6 and in the first grade. She is very strong willed and determined. She is quick to say that she can't do something- but if pressed, she will do it. Brooke is really funny and has a great sense of humor. She still has the tiniest head!<br />
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Now that I am a mommy to three gorgeous (I'm biased) kids, working full time (actually more like 60 hours per week), maintaining a home, and trying to still keep in shape- I have found myself giving up more and more of my hobbies. Writing in my blog is one I would like to pick up again...</div>
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My work is incredibly rewarding- just yesterday I had one of my patients give me a "hope" charm for my Origami Owl Necklace. Just one year ago I had called her and told she had breast cancer. She told me the last year was rough, but she could always count on me to give her "hope". It was one of the nicest things my patients have ever done for me. </div>
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Being a mom is hard. Keeping watch of three little ones is hard. Right now as I am typing, Joe is upstairs trying to do some homework, I'm watching the girls make a mess in the bathroom and living room, and Jordan is relaxing on the couch watching Veggie Tales. I should be entertainitng the kids in some manner- its a rainy day and they are bored. I'm to lazy to entertain them. It is nice to sit and just type my thoughts.</div>
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I had a good day at work yesterday- a patient came in with BPPV. I still hadn't let Joe teach me how to treat it, so I called him. He was at the gym and rushed over to help. He explained what we were going to do to the patient, and then fixed her!</div>
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Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-83418484020966096142012-01-07T05:37:00.001-08:002012-01-07T06:01:57.204-08:002012....Thank God you are here!!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dI6TdEJ5830/TwhQIgOEH3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/WGes2I1z8ds/s1600/320.JPG"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bJtG9BNKOY/TwhPQCI-W9I/AAAAAAAAAls/nOv5SXo0ss0/s1600/011.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jm2xZ604MsI/TwhPRNUWadI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vewjLC3r3yg/s1600/072.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jm2xZ604MsI/TwhPRNUWadI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vewjLC3r3yg/s400/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694888885861378514" border="0" /></a><br />. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_1cX6AJz3M/TwhNg0Iw0hI/AAAAAAAAAlg/P934Z_KEuMo/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_1cX6AJz3M/TwhNg0Iw0hI/AAAAAAAAAlg/P934Z_KEuMo/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694886954956542482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wow, I haven't posted in six months....<br /><br />Finally I understand why my mother never finished my baby book. Life with two kids, a full time job, and maintaining a healthy marriage....is exhausting. It doesn't leave much time for such luxuries as blogging!!<br /><br />Between work, kids, and maintaining the house... I am a dead woman by the end of the day. Most of the the house looks like a bomb hit it. The sad thing is that I hardly notice the mess anymore! I just plop myself down on the couch, too tired to care! As long as the kids are alive, fed, and somewhat happy- we are good!<br /><br />I am so happy for 2012 because this is the year I get out of the military!! Hooray! We are planning on moving back to California at the end of the year, once I am a free woman. It is overwhelming to think of so many changes in one year...but I have been dreaming of getting out of the military since Day 1!!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi8elba1erk/TwhQISEYvRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pnqAHmmY-oc/s1600/Santa%2BBreakfast%2B047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi8elba1erk/TwhQISEYvRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pnqAHmmY-oc/s400/Santa%2BBreakfast%2B047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694889832029404434" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dI6TdEJ5830/TwhQIgOEH3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/WGes2I1z8ds/s1600/320.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dI6TdEJ5830/TwhQIgOEH3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/WGes2I1z8ds/s400/320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694889835828092786" border="0" /></a><br />Jordan is now 4 1/2. He is so much fun! His talking is so much better, you would have hardly guess he was a mute until the age of nearly 3!! He is busy all the time. He goes to preschool and has finally stopped hitting everyone! Finally he is getting past the terrible twos and tyrannical threes. He is just like his daddy, loves video games and electronics. He knows how to work the iPad better than me! Also just like Daddy, he is a safety freak. Always needs to have everybody safely buckled in to car seats, strollers, etc.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjeUR4uiTRw/TwhPQSwJLAI/AAAAAAAAAl4/SkznDi74S-Q/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjeUR4uiTRw/TwhPQSwJLAI/AAAAAAAAAl4/SkznDi74S-Q/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694888870140259330" border="0" /></a><br />Claire is 18 months, and is such a little sweetheart. She loves animals and always tries to hug Pez, and wrap her up in the blankie. Pez is tolerant of her, but runs away at the first chance she gets. Claire is also learning to talk very quickly! Everyday she learns new words! Claire is quite the little drama queen- if you tell her no she wails and covers her face with her hands like it is the end of the world! Sometimes she will throw herself on the floor in a fit of rage! Joe will tell her "Stop It!" and immediately she does!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bJtG9BNKOY/TwhPQCI-W9I/AAAAAAAAAls/nOv5SXo0ss0/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bJtG9BNKOY/TwhPQCI-W9I/AAAAAAAAAls/nOv5SXo0ss0/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694888865681005522" border="0" /></a><br />Certainly life with kids is a lot more work & much more exhausting than life before kids, but it is worth it (at least that is what I am telling myself)...<br /><br />This year I am hoping to get caught up on scrap-booking. I have fallen so far behind! Also I would like to keep up with the blog... We'll see how it goes!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-73915900297715482162011-06-05T08:27:00.000-07:002011-06-05T08:29:13.936-07:00I was cleaning out my email, and I found this one from 2005! It is when we first moved to Nebraska! What a blast from the past. We have really changed so much since then.<br /><br /><br />Hello Everyone!<br />Well we survived the drive out here, it was not fun....but we did it! We left on Tuesday morning really early and got to nebraska Thursday afternoon. We were able to find our new apartment complex with no trouble. Our apartment is fully furnished-rather nicely too, but it is on the third floor. Joe nearly killed himself carrying all of our stuff up three flights of stairs!<br /><br />Within ten minutes of being here I got bitten by a mosquito. We went to the super Target to go grocery shopping and I got bit while loading up the car. It swelled up to the size of a grapefruit! Well not really, more like a raisin, but damn does that thing itch! Since then I have been covered in bug spray and clutching my citronella candle at all times.<br /><br />The people here are different. They are all so polite and friendly. Joe was walking the shopping cart back to the front of the store when a lady offerred to take it for him, we were floored! Then when we couldn't find a place on base, one of the employees who was on his lunch walked us all the way across the parking lot two buildings over to show us where it was. People sure are nice here, except for the people who live in our apartment comlex. They are probably the biggest bunch of jerks I have ever run into! One lady nearly had a coronary because we parked in a parking spot that was not ours while we were unloading our stuff. It wasn't even here space, I don't know if she is the parking lot monitor but it was completely uncalled for! Our immediate next door neighbor would rather die than say hello to us, I make a point of saying hello to her everytime I see her. Yesteerday I nearly broke my arm trying to flag the unfriendly old biddy down, just to say hi!<br /><br />The weather is also different. Yesterday there was a warning on the television to look out for "golf ball sized hail". Now we didn't see any, but were glad no one in our building received a subdural hematoma from direct trauma to the head from said golf ball sized hail, because it sure would be a crying shame if those kind people were hurt.....<br /><br />In an attempt to make this place feel more like home, we joined the gym. We got the super duper package that includes five sessions with a personal trainer. Joe had his first session today. While I was relaxing in the pool, Joe apparently hit the deck. I was lazily doing laps when I saw Rodney, Joe's trainer, coming in to the pool area to report that "Joe had to lay down". I got out of the pool and came around to the free weight room to see Joe, pale and sweaty with the "emergency towel" around his neck. He kept muttering "I don't know what happened....what happened...happened...." A few minutes later he recovered from his strenuous workout of playing patty cake...no just kidding he was actually lifting weights :) We came back to our apartment and I made him some lunch. He seems back to normal now.<br /><br />We had hoped that our house would be ready soon, but one drive by our place and all of our dreams were stomped all over. I think that Jennifer said it best, "It looks like a bomb shelter". And it does. we have a big hole in the ground where the basement will, and walls around it, and that's it!!!! Allegedly once the basement is done things will go very fast, at least that is the crap the sales lady is telling us! So we may be in our apartment for a while, I know the parking monitor will be pleased!<br /><br />I start work tomorrow. I am really glad that I did a rotation here back in September so I know my way around and know some of the attending doctors already, otherwise I would be really nervous. As it is I am only at mild panic. I am the only female resident the Air Force has this year, and that sucks. I got a copy of the schedule for the first month and they have something extremely shocking at the end of the it.....so shocking I am not sure if I can write it.....okay I will...a fitness test!!!! I have to be ready to run 1.5 miles, do push ups, and sit ups!!! I don't know if I will make it in my current state of flabbiness. I better get back to the gym!!<br /><br />Surviving in Nebraska,<br />Katrina & JoeKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-33462714461597250812011-04-29T03:54:00.001-07:002011-04-29T04:02:11.874-07:00Disney World- Magic Kingdom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQAu7Vc4sfA/TbqaB0tYI0I/AAAAAAAAAko/Of8o4L2JQd4/s1600/April%2B2011-2%2B091.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vT6DQoQkz94/TbqaCDISjbI/AAAAAAAAAkw/lUqJOpGcMws/s1600/April%2B2011-2%2B058.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWr0l-6DHCs/TbqZRrAswuI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bTg-9KQuj3c/s1600/April%2B2011-2%2B055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWr0l-6DHCs/TbqZRrAswuI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bTg-9KQuj3c/s400/April%2B2011-2%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600957615471117026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMUjcE349g4/TbqZR_jV2UI/AAAAAAAAAkg/zCoeScmz1Lw/s1600/April%2B2011-2%2B081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMUjcE349g4/TbqZR_jV2UI/AAAAAAAAAkg/zCoeScmz1Lw/s400/April%2B2011-2%2B081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600957620985125186" border="0" /></a><br />We took Jordan to Disney this week. Claire stayed with Grandma. I felt bad leaving her, but thought she wouldn't like being outside in the heat all day.<br /><br />Jordan loved it! He ran us all over! He went on all the rides, except Haunted Mansion (he's afraid of the dark). After Splash Mountain he said, "That was really scary!"<br />But right after that he wanted to go on Big Thunder Mountain.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQAu7Vc4sfA/TbqaB0tYI0I/AAAAAAAAAko/Of8o4L2JQd4/s1600/April%2B2011-2%2B091.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQAu7Vc4sfA/TbqaB0tYI0I/AAAAAAAAAko/Of8o4L2JQd4/s400/April%2B2011-2%2B091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600958442708149058" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vT6DQoQkz94/TbqaCDISjbI/AAAAAAAAAkw/lUqJOpGcMws/s1600/April%2B2011-2%2B058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vT6DQoQkz94/TbqaCDISjbI/AAAAAAAAAkw/lUqJOpGcMws/s400/April%2B2011-2%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600958446579125682" border="0" /></a>By the end of the day, Joe and I were draggin...But there was Jordan bouncing all over the place. Even when we were walking to our car, he was jumping over the cones in the parking lot!<br /><br />But as soon as he was in his car seat, he was asleep before we even made it out of the parking lot!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-30432044400375703212011-04-11T14:57:00.000-07:002011-04-11T15:14:24.105-07:00What a Weekend!This weekend Joe had finals for his Physical Therapy program. He was so stressed out, hardly sleeping, and even more scatter brained than usual. The entire week he was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Finally Thursday night, everything came to a head, prompted by a horrible tooth ache. Unfortunately for Joe, he had a tooth that had been bothering him for months, but the dentist didn't want to do a root canal. <br /><br />Friday morning I got up and Joe looked like hell. His eyes were blood shot, he hadn't slept at all! I felt awful leaving him with both kids to go to work :(<br /><br />Later he called to say that he was having an "emergency root canal". They gave him percocett for the pain. He was supposed to drive to St. Augustine later that night (2.5 hour drive). I pictured my poor sleep deprived husband all hopped up on percocett driving off a bridge!<br /><br />I left work early and drive him up to St. Augustine. He slept the entire way. After we finally got to the hotel where he was going to stay, he realized he forgot his backpack!<br /><br />I just felt awful for him. Here he was so stressed out, in pain, on narcotic pain meds, and just losing it.<br /><br />The only thing I could do to help him, was to drive all the way back home, get the back pack and bring it to him! So I did it!<br /><br />I spent over 7 hours driving on Friday! I was so sick of driving!<br /><br />Joe did great over the weekend, even with all the drama. He passed all his tests!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-60962882490791556382011-03-26T10:25:00.000-07:002011-03-26T10:34:58.847-07:00I'm Baaackkkk....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBtX-2OroxM/TY4jhHJJuWI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Y4ZmtxIKIxU/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBtX-2OroxM/TY4jhHJJuWI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Y4ZmtxIKIxU/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588443239373453666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKS5g6fxvj4/TY4jgxWBvzI/AAAAAAAAAkA/9OLXv_st2wM/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKS5g6fxvj4/TY4jgxWBvzI/AAAAAAAAAkA/9OLXv_st2wM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588443233521876786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4HjkTHvqD4/TY4jhQ8ahQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-pwhgJ2FSas/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4HjkTHvqD4/TY4jhQ8ahQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-pwhgJ2FSas/s400/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588443242004382978" /></a><br />So I haven't blogged in quite a while...<br /><br />Several contributing factors caused my deliquency... First having two kids and working full time is extremely exhausting! I don't know how women do it! Some women make it look so easy, but don't be fooled! My house is a constant wreck! I haven't worn make up since the baby was born!<br /><br />Also, my computer died! I have debated endlessly whether to get my laptop fixed, but Joe ended up getting a new laptop, I got the hand me down. So as silly as it sounds, I don't have my old bookmarks on this one, so I just kind of forgot about blogging!<br /><br />At work, my responsibilities keep growing! I keep trying to cram triple the work into the same amount of time (who wants to spend more time at work- especially when I don't get paid for overtime!). That means I bring some stuff home to do after the kiddos are in bed.<br /><br />Jordan now stays with my mom during the week (Claire does too) rather than daycare (separate post on this later), so when we get him home I take him out to play with the neighbor kids a lot more. I am still trying to keep him social! That means when I get home, I am outside pretty much nonstop playing. On the plus side, I have lost weight and am back to a size 6...but the house is falling apart.<br /><br />Joe started school in January. He studies like a maniac all week. Poor guy can not multi-task to save his life. He does his best, but it isn't like before when he cleaned and cooked...That is mostly me these days. On Mondays and Fridays when he is home, he still does everything, which is wonderful!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-48119523641758634252011-01-14T16:10:00.001-08:002011-01-14T16:59:33.057-08:00Vacation Is Wonderful!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TTDmrBnvjsI/AAAAAAAAAjs/R01fBNl3E5o/s1600/January%2B2011%2B013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TTDmrBnvjsI/AAAAAAAAAjs/R01fBNl3E5o/s400/January%2B2011%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562199166646456002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TTDmqgUB3eI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2E7Eg1kd7f0/s1600/January%2B2011%2B007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TTDmqgUB3eI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2E7Eg1kd7f0/s400/January%2B2011%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562199157705399778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TTDmrVeaooI/AAAAAAAAAj0/xrsTehDBPQg/s1600/January%2B2011%2B078.JPG"><br /></a><br />This last week, I had off! And it was just wonderful!<br /><br />My best friend, Jennifer, came down to visit and meet Baby Claire. After a week of screaming children, temper tantrums, diaper changes, and night terrors, I think she has already scheduled her hysterectomy. She did great though handling all the chaos that is my family!<br /><br />We started out the week in St. Augustine. Joe started his PT (physical therapy) program there. To save on hotels, I found a hostel called Casa Yallaha, and we all stayed there. I thought it was okay, but Joe nicknamed it Casa No-way-in-hella. It was very clean, but the people there looked like homeless people and kind of reminded him of a house for people just getting out of prison. Everyone was nice enough, and I really enjoyed the experience. It was fun talking with the other guests and hearing about their travels. One guy was riding his bike with a friend from Key West to California!<br /><br />While Joe was at school, Jenn and I took the kids on the dreaded Red Train. The Red Train is a tour tram that goes through 22 stops through St. Augustine. Jordan loves it and pitches the hugest fit everytime we got off. Jennifer was good sport and tolerated the damn train. We stopped for lunch, and Jennifer drank her weight in beer. After we were juiced up we resumed the train riding. After damn near six hours riding the train, Jordan still wanted more. I could take no more, and Jennifer threatened to jump out of the moving train. We returned to the hostel and then met up with Joe for dinner. <br /><br />The next day, Jenn and I packed up screaming children and headed for home. I thought that Jordan would drive us all insane asking for the Red Train!<br /><br />During the week we went on an air boat ride, which was really fun. Jordan saw lots of alligators!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TTDmrVeaooI/AAAAAAAAAj0/xrsTehDBPQg/s1600/January%2B2011%2B078.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TTDmrVeaooI/AAAAAAAAAj0/xrsTehDBPQg/s400/January%2B2011%2B078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562199171976045186" border="0" /></a><br />We rounded out the week of fun by all getting sick. Jordan keeps telling us that<br />his nose is "raining". <br /><br />I was sad to see Jenn go back home. Hopefully she won't swear off having children due to my temper tantrum terror named Jordan!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-75732646859515517082010-12-27T09:36:00.000-08:002010-12-27T09:53:41.229-08:00Christmas Dinner Cooking Fiasco!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TRjSil66a2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/MeaQQ9zMj_c/s1600/Kat%2527s%2BDecember%2B416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TRjSil66a2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/MeaQQ9zMj_c/s400/Kat%2527s%2BDecember%2B416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555421632098102114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TRjSiSNkJcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/X_TZUrFBa4U/s1600/Kat%2527s%2BDecember%2B255.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TRjSiSNkJcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/X_TZUrFBa4U/s400/Kat%2527s%2BDecember%2B255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555421626807625154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TRjR2lexX2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/eGatEQy2bXM/s1600/Kat%2527s%2BDecember%2B398.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TRjR2lexX2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/eGatEQy2bXM/s400/Kat%2527s%2BDecember%2B398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555420876065824610" border="0" /></a><br />This year for Christmas, I planned on cooking a ham. My mom makes great sauerkraut (not sure if I spelled that right?) so I wanted a delicious ham to go along with it. I also wanted to make yams and apples, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, crescent rolls, and gravy. The day of cooking started off well with all kinds of peeling of potatoes.<br /><br />While that was going on, I already had the ham in the oven. I used my old friend LaLa's recipe, which calls for a lot of liquid (not allowed to share what kind as I am sworn to secrecy).<br /><br />The ham was smelling great, the potatoes were almost all the way peeled....things were running smoothly until I needed to run the garbage disposal to flush all those peelings down the drain. They just wouldn't go! I kept shoving and the water kept coming back up....confused I kept switching off and on the disposal when I felt something cold on my foot.<br /><br />Much to my dismay, water was running out from under the sink. I opened the cabinet to reveal the holy hell of potato peeling explosion under the sink!<br /><br />Just then Joe was coming around the corner, I popped my head up to stop him before he saw the horrible mess I made. To those that don't know, just one year ago I convinced Joe that based on a video I saw on youtube, we could replace our kitchen sink ourselves. Three horrific days later, hundreds of gallons of water on our floor later, and at least a million swears, Joe completed the project and vowed to kill me if I ever suggested something like that again. So you can imagine me not being thrilled at just messing up the plumbing with potato peeling explosion.<br /><br />"Joe, before you see what I just did, I want you to remember that I love you!" I shouted.<br /><br />He looked down, and asked, "Did you throw-up in there?"<br /><br />I just started laughing because, really, it did look like vomit!<br /><br />I explained what had happened, we laughed, and started to clean it up...that is when I smelt something burning. I looked in the oven, and the ham was bubbling over and smoke was pouring out of the oven.<br /><br />Oh crap! I got some oven mitts and started to move the ham to the stove top- spilling boiling ham juice everywhere.<br /><br />Just then the baby started screaming because Jordan hit her with his new helicopter that Santa brought (not on purpose, he's just a terrible flier).<br /><br />So there we were, potato peelings up to our ankles, ham juice spilling everywhere, Jordan screaming fix it, baby screaming...<br /><br />The phone rang and it was my mom. Joe answered and told her "Get over here now, it's bad over here!"<br /><br />I just started laughing, he sounded so dramatic, " It's bad over here!"<br /><br />My mom showed up in ten minutes all in a panic. By then we had things mostly under control!<br />She took a picture of the carnage and left laughing so hard! Fortunately we didn't ruin the ham, Joe fixed the sink, baby sister recovered from the helicopter to the head, and the helicopter still flies, so Jordan is thrilled.<br /><br />Merry ChristmasKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-46466517615743473252010-11-09T16:49:00.000-08:002010-11-09T16:54:41.024-08:00Playing Catch up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TNnssT_IELI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zuA45Ijfz7o/s1600/IMG_2555.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TNnssT_IELI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zuA45Ijfz7o/s400/IMG_2555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537717462852178098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TNnsrrz_XfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/P8-Oc2-Esdk/s1600/IMG_2633.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TNnsrrz_XfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/P8-Oc2-Esdk/s400/IMG_2633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537717452068052466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TNnsqj-idyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/b6otjuXqOQQ/s1600/IMG_2640.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TNnsqj-idyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/b6otjuXqOQQ/s400/IMG_2640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537717432784942882" border="0" /></a><br />Life with two kids has been chaotic, but wonderful. I am so busy all the time, and hardly get a moment. Now I finally understand why there are always tons of pictures of the first child, and barely any of the second- we are just too busy!<br /><br />Claire is already four months, weights 14 pounds, and rolls over. She is starting to giggle as well!<br /><br />Jordan loves jets and planes. We took him to the air show, and he had a great time until they got really loud. Then he cried and insisted on going to "Jordy's House".Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-18810565394509651382010-11-01T18:21:00.001-07:002010-11-01T18:33:34.359-07:00Great Weekend!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9oKxF8w-I/AAAAAAAAAig/c74jJU4GB-8/s1600/IMG_2640.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9oKxF8w-I/AAAAAAAAAig/c74jJU4GB-8/s400/IMG_2640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534757001247900642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9qC5hEXrI/AAAAAAAAAio/vfldSqU05LE/s1600/IMG_2729.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9oKxF8w-I/AAAAAAAAAig/c74jJU4GB-8/s1600/IMG_2640.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9oKrmv2FI/AAAAAAAAAiY/QLuW72RCBQk/s1600/IMG_2638.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9oKeUybOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/TQDcUP7WSsE/s1600/IMG_2633.JPG"><br /></a><br />After a really rough week of Jordan's tantrums, we needed a break. Thankfully I had decided earlier to take Thursday and Friday off, and we went to Sea World on Friday.<br /><br />The weather was just perfect, Jordan behaved like an angel, the park wasn't too crowded, everything was just perfect....except I forgot the camera!<br /><br />Jordan loved the kiddy roller coaster, the Shamu Express. I thought it would be a mild ride, but was wrong. Immediately after a slow climb to the top, the ride suddenly banked left, my glasses fell off my head (thankfully I caught them), and from my blurred vision it looked like Jordan was going to fall out of the ride! I grabbed him and he laughed and screamed so hard! As soon as the ride was over he screamed, "More Again, More AGAIN!!!"<br /><br />So Joe took him at least ten times on that roller coaster, mommy recovered in the shade from the scare of watching her baby fall out of the ride!<br /><br />We had so much fun, and it was wonderful to just enjoy my little boy again.<br /><br />Saturday we had a party for my mom's birthday, which was a successful surprise!<br /><br />Sunday we went to the Air Show. Jordan loved the beginning of it, but was scared to death of the really loud jets. I just felt awful for him as I was holding the baby, who was also shrieking from the loud noise, and saw Jordan drop to the ground into a little ball! I grabbed him and held them both, while they both cried! We left immediately!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9oKeUybOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/TQDcUP7WSsE/s1600/IMG_2633.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9oKeUybOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/TQDcUP7WSsE/s400/IMG_2633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534756996209863906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But after nap, Jordan seemed to have recovered. He asked again about the big jets...tough kid!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9oKrmv2FI/AAAAAAAAAiY/QLuW72RCBQk/s1600/IMG_2638.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9oKrmv2FI/AAAAAAAAAiY/QLuW72RCBQk/s400/IMG_2638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534756999774853202" border="0" /></a><br />Evening rolled around and Jordan didn't want to wear his costume. I thought he could pass out candy, but when kids started arriving he grabbed his pumpkin bucket and wanted to go. Joe was jumping up and down to go to (he is really just a huge child!). So they both went, in regular clothes, and had a blast! I stayed home with Claire and passed out candy.<br /><br />Jordan came so proud of his candy bucket! What a cutie!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9qC5hEXrI/AAAAAAAAAio/vfldSqU05LE/s1600/IMG_2729.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TM9qC5hEXrI/AAAAAAAAAio/vfldSqU05LE/s400/IMG_2729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534759065093430962" border="0" /></a>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-67148650704637375902010-10-03T17:44:00.000-07:002010-10-03T17:56:32.209-07:00Post-Partum Depression is Finally Working For me!!I have a long history of depression and have been pretty open about it to most people. Being in Health Care I feel kind of an obligation to be open about it to possibly be a model for someone else. That way if they were struggling they might come forward because I talk to openly about my struggles.<br /><br />All through High School, College, Med School and now...that damned depression has followed. Finally though it is paying me back in a big way....after taking so many days of my life, it will give me 180 back.<br /><br />After having Jordan I got pretty depressed. Of course it didn't help that I was fat as a pig after having him, then turned 30 on top of it! It took a while to recover and return to my baseline. So after having Claire I kind of expected it. Certain family issues compounded the issue, plus going back to work to find my responsibilities ever increasing did not help my mood any. Also Jordan has hit the Tyranical Threes.<br /><br />I was feeling overwhelmed, completely miserable from one day to the next, and buying wine like crazy. I just wanted to sleep all the time, which is usually my M.O. when I am depressed.<br /><br />After realizing I was falling into my old habits, I called my doctor (a P.A. who works on the other side of my clinic) to up the dose of my antidepressant (Zoloft). He wasn't available so I spoke to his nurse, who put in the Rx. <br /><br />Three days later, my boss called me into his office. I thought I was in trouble b/c I had left a bit early the day before, but instead he told me I was getting DEPLOYED!<br /><br />Six months. Of. My. Life. Gone. <br /><br />I broke down and started crying on the spot. I asked how they could do this, I just had a baby! I am still breast feeding! I can't go, I wailed!<br /><br />My boss asked about my health status and if there was any medical reason I couldn't deploy. I told him about my depression and post-partum depression and medical changes....then a miracle happened.<br /><br />The military has a rule that if you adjust any anti-depressant, you are not deployable for six months! Hooray!<br /><br />This doesn't mean I will never deploy, but at least it will buy me some more time with my little girl. I can't bear to leave her now. I can't imagine what deploying would do to me, to her, to Joe, to Jordan.<br /><br />So thank you Depression, finally you are giving something back!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-39156328640167805622010-09-26T17:45:00.001-07:002010-09-26T17:52:29.768-07:00Hooray for Potty Training!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TJ_paLFkShI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vkk0TZbh4sA/s1600/IMG_2336.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TJ_paLFkShI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vkk0TZbh4sA/s400/IMG_2336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521388304041527826" border="0" /></a><br />After months and months of waiting for Jordan to take some interest in the potty himself, I gave up.<br /><br />I decided that I couldn't afford two kids in diapers, and changing two kids all day was exhausting. So we decided to do Potty Training Boot Camp! This method was given to us by our friend <a href="http://bicycleirish.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-sweet-boys.html">Angela</a>.<br /><br />Basically we picked a long weekend and went to work. I had a four day weekend over labor day, so we chose that one. <br /><br />We started bright and early Friday morning! We got the big boy underwear on Jordan, and every twenty minutes we fought him to sit on the potty. It was horrible, to say the least. The kid is incredibly determined and strong willed. By noon I had enough, and told Joe I was gonna go to work! But we stuck it out and kept going. Finally by the end of the day he did pee on the potty!<br /><br />By Saturday afternoon he got the idea. By Monday he was a pro. It has been now three weeks, and he is doing pretty well. He does have the occasional accident, and we are using Pull-ups at night (mostly b/c I get so little sleep with Claire, I didn't want to add bet wetting issues into the mix).<br /><br />Hooray for Jordan!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-35600089373284837062010-09-16T17:04:00.000-07:002010-09-16T17:12:22.288-07:00Claire @ 2.5 months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TJKyK9E0AXI/AAAAAAAAAiA/FaAFSq3OiYQ/s1600/IMG_2302.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TJKyK9E0AXI/AAAAAAAAAiA/FaAFSq3OiYQ/s400/IMG_2302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517668394745463154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TJKyKv5eW1I/AAAAAAAAAh4/PJt0wMprvyE/s1600/IMG_2264.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TJKyKv5eW1I/AAAAAAAAAh4/PJt0wMprvyE/s400/IMG_2264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517668391208246098" border="0" /></a><br />My little girl has grown so much already. At her 2 month appt she already weights 11.6lbs! She's a chubby little thing!<br /><br />She already is quite the little diva! She loves bubble baths. Sometimes the only way I can get her to stop fussing is to put her in a bubble bath! She kicks her feet around and smiles and laughs so cute!<br /><br />Claire also loves to lay in her crib and watch the mobile go round. She laughs so hard at Tigger, Pooh, Piglet, and Eeyore go around and around. I wish that I could be so entertained by those guys swirling around above my bed.<br /><br />Although she can't sit up on her own yet, she certainly tries. If she is laid down on the floor she looks like she is doing crunches trying to sit up!<br /><br />She already tries to talk, making all kinds of cute little noises and coos. She is a perfect little angel!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-20317625437180766322010-09-02T18:34:00.000-07:002010-09-02T18:43:20.296-07:00Jordan Turns 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TIBSmlD3EGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Ok_KqC3ZiKQ/s1600/IMG_2150.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TIBSmlD3EGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Ok_KqC3ZiKQ/s400/IMG_2150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512496766638297186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TIBSlzOVjzI/AAAAAAAAAho/eVhBGBlqzY0/s1600/IMG_2145.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TIBSlzOVjzI/AAAAAAAAAho/eVhBGBlqzY0/s400/IMG_2145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512496753260465970" border="0" /></a><br />This past weekend my little boy turned 3.<br /><br />I can't believe how much he has changed, how fast the time has gone by, and most of all how much I love that little boy.<br /><br />My whole world revolves around my kids! Jordan is an amazing little guy. He has changed so much in the past year.<br />- He started out at age 2 barely speaking, to being a chatterbox now.<br /><br />-He loves dinosaurs, trains, anything with wheels, and baby sister!<br /><br />-He is very sensitive and oohhhhsss and ahhhsss over tender moments on tv.<br /><br />-He loves ice cream and keeps getting it out of the freezer and bringing it to us to get him some.<br /><br />- He just moved up to the preschool class and loves it!<br /><br />-He still doesn't sleep through the night, in fact baby sister sleeps much better than he does!<br /><br />-He is very strong willed! He likes to do things his way.<br /><br />-He can count to 12 and knows most of the abc's. Pretty amazing for a kid that hardly spoke 5 words six months ago!<br /><br />-He has me wrapped around his little finger!<br /><br /><br />His birthday party was fun. Jordan didn't understand why all kinds of people were in our house and screamed bloody murder when we sang to him! It was cute and thankfully I got it all on video!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-29256947021001134162010-08-23T09:27:00.000-07:002010-08-23T09:38:15.935-07:00Looking Backwards...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/THKj57tTySI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Z5jadCenfhY/s1600/IMG_1981.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/THKj57tTySI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Z5jadCenfhY/s400/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508645509903141154" /></a><br />Whenever my dad is dreading something he says he is "looking backward to it" rather than looking forward to it.<br /><br />Now it is my turn....I am definitely looking backward to going back to work.<br /><br />I have been home since mid-June and going back to work is definitely going to be hard. It has been wonderful to be home with the beautiful baby Claire. She is such a good baby, and already sleeps better than Jordan! <br /><br />It has been nice to spend a lot of time with Jordan as well. He has been wonderful with the baby! This weekend Jordan turns 3! I am excited to see how he likes his party.<br /><br />Not that leaving my kiddos for 8+ hours a day is bad enough, I also am having to deal with all kinds of headaches at that job of mine. My poor team has been dealing with all kinds of crap at work in my absence and are anxious to get me back. My first three days are filled up with the most annoying patients! Somehow I will get through this week...it is gonna be rough though!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-92151023012739991882010-08-19T13:33:00.000-07:002010-08-19T13:38:40.136-07:00Name Change<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TG2WMOLznGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kIrKwfSyEis/s1600/IMG_2027.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TG2WMOLznGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kIrKwfSyEis/s400/IMG_2027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507223056054197346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TG2WLl4VI8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/e66mslzhD2I/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TG2WLl4VI8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/e66mslzhD2I/s400/IMG_2020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507223045235090370" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I didn't plan ahead....<br /><br />When I started this blog, I didn't plan for future children. And let's face it, calling the blog Jordy's Mommy isn't fair to Claire or any future offspring.<br /><br />I am very sensitive to the second child syndrome. You know what I mean all you second and third children out there. The first kid has thousands of pictures, second has a few, and third is lucky to have any at all.<br /><br />So that is why I have changed the name of my blog, and am promising to have just as many pictures of Claire as I do of Jordan!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-62010074045683668832010-07-27T14:56:00.001-07:002010-07-27T15:06:45.405-07:00Claire Olivia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9YUkjqe5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/8-gQWkhpYss/s1600/DSC_1152.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9YUIVb8TI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pkHhAxI-PE0/s1600/DSC_1041.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9YUIVb8TI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pkHhAxI-PE0/s400/DSC_1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498710772900688178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9YTjRFLGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/zNg--2bL2bE/s1600/DSC_1018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9YTjRFLGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/zNg--2bL2bE/s400/DSC_1018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498710762950306914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9YUkjqe5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/8-gQWkhpYss/s1600/DSC_1152.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9YUkjqe5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/8-gQWkhpYss/s400/DSC_1152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498710780476554130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9WcJlHwXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xT0KyHvQVvg/s1600/3weeks.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9WbqoXAJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WNWbI2YKM9w/s1600/week2.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9WaxoX5RI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Xpk57__w1ik/s1600/1week.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9WaxoX5RI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Xpk57__w1ik/s400/1week.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498708688041927954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9WbqoXAJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WNWbI2YKM9w/s1600/week2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9WbqoXAJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WNWbI2YKM9w/s400/week2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498708703342690450" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9WcJlHwXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xT0KyHvQVvg/s1600/3weeks.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koa8XPEfDiA/TE9WcJlHwXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xT0KyHvQVvg/s400/3weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498708711650607474" border="0" /></a><br />Sorry for the long delay....but finally here are pictures of our new bundle.<br /><br />Quickly a recap of how she arrived:<br />Just when I could take being pregnant no longer I spent the day crying and whining to Joe. It was a Sunday night and Joe suggested that I call my OB first thing Monday and asked to be induced. I said I would think about it. I went to go lay down, but couldn't get comfortable from throbbing back pain.<br /><br />After an hour of shifting around uncomfortably, I got the heating pad with no help. Then I finally realized that the throbbing pain seemed to be coming in a pattern....yes I know I am a doctor, but sometimes we are pretty dense!<br /><br />I told Joe about the contractions, and the fact that I started spotting, and off to the hospital we went. I didn't think they would keep me, and was sure that I would be back home in no time. We got to the hospital at 1030 pm, and by 9AM we had a baby girl!<br /><br />She was 7lbs 13oz, 20.5 inches long, and cute as a button! She looked just like Jordan when he was born, and like her older brother she didn't cry either!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-69972839058906901642010-06-27T11:18:00.000-07:002010-06-27T11:20:08.921-07:00MiseryI am now at 38 weeks and 3 days....and every second is misery.<br /><br />My feet and hands are swollen, my back is killing me, I am exhausted and not sleeping well. <br /><br />When will this hell end?Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-79176489776580000462010-05-16T05:31:00.000-07:002010-05-16T05:36:34.660-07:00Atlantis Shuttle LaunchOn Friday was the Atlantis Shuttle's last launch. Since I had the afternoon off, Joe and I decided to head up to Cape Canaveral (about 30 minutes away) and watch it.<br /><br />We went to my work team's monthly lunch first. It was at a Japanese resteraunt. So after loading up on soy sauce and plenty of salt, we headed up there. We made it just in time to see the shuttle launch.<br /><br />It was an amazing thing to see! So much smoke, noise, power! <br /><br />All that amazement lasted about 15 minutes...then it took us 2 hours to drive back to the base to pick up Jordan from day care.<br /><br />Unfortunately it was in bumper to bumper traffic. There were people everywhere! Just when we were in the middle of wall to wall traffic, the soy sauce hit us. We were so thirsty! There was no where to stop...it was miserable. Finally we did find a McDonalds, thank God for McDonalds! <br /><br />Overall, it was amazing to see the shuttle launch, but it was miserable getting back. I would recommend watching on TV!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-7071326263874558882010-05-08T17:49:00.000-07:002010-05-08T17:51:17.794-07:00Success!!!I finally got Joe to quit the gym! It is not that I am against the gym, it is just spending money every month when Joe NEVER goes to the gym!<br /><br />So finally after a solid two months of gentle reminding and urging (nagging), tonight he did it!!<br /><br />Hooray! I feel richer already!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-58202001768774821482010-05-05T18:21:00.000-07:002010-05-05T18:24:05.170-07:00Hooray for Half Days!I talked to my OB and got on half days! It couldn't have come at a better time. By noon daily I am wiped out! I could tell that I was getting more frustrated with my patients and really just wanted to scream, "Get the hell out!!" Not a good thing for a doctor to do!<br /><br />So this week I have been able to see patients until noon, then come home! I took a long nap today thanks to Charis being here to wrangle the Jordykins! <br /><br />Only 9 more weeks to go....it really feels like time is at a stand still!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742947963853305842.post-65029924162575756922010-05-02T17:25:00.000-07:002010-05-02T17:34:51.861-07:00Busy DayToday was Sunday, usually a kind of lazy day....but not today. Jordan was up at 6:30, and I was up with him. We went downstairs and had breakfast, then right outside to weed the garden. I also harvested some compost from my worm farm!<br /><br />Then we headed back inside to start cooking. I made some <a href="http://http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/healthy-treat-for-today-homemade-pizza-pockets">pizza pockets</a>, which I leave uncooked and Joe cooks for lunches through the week. I also made about 40 waffles for the freezer as well. I got this idea a few years ago from my friend Jennifer (thanks Jenn). These are great for the morning, just pop them in the toaster like Eggos! Much cheaper, and less calories and no preservatives! I also made some refried beans, and another batch of yogurt.<br /><br />Meanwhile I also had several loads of laundry going. <br /><br />Eventually Joe got up (he likes to sleep in!) and we mowed the lawn. I did most of the backyard, he did the front yard. <br /><br />After roasting outside in the yard, Jordan and I took a nap. After nap I ran to the store to get some more diapers (Jordan will never be potty trained!) and some milk. Then I picked up Pez from the groomers, and finally headed home. <br /><br />I am beat!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597053572374979301noreply@blogger.com1