This week in the Atchley home 04/14 - 04/20

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I take Phoebe to the doctor for a swollen, red eyelid. It is a stye, nothing to worry about. However, after almost 2 hours at the pediatricians office I thought Sophia might enjoy some playtime. I have not been to a McDonalds in a very long time, but they have a new one near our house that has a great play area I thought she could burn some energy in. I could not have been more wrong. She ate wonderfully for lunch but I had to go up and rescue her twice in the play tubes. The first I climbed up and down (with Sophia) the narrow stairs with other children clambering around me to do the same. The second, I went up the same horrible stairs but went down the insanely long spiral slide (with Sophia freaking out). It was a total disaster and I remembered why I never go to McDonalds.

We had a surprise morning visit from a friend of Sophia's she hasn't had over in awhile. I had a good time visiting with her mama while she spent half the time wanting to lay on the couch with her blankets and cup. The other half of the time was spent trying to treat this other girl the way she would Phoebe by randomly hugging her at times and trying to pick her up--or taking toys away from her.

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An amazing new discovery for Phoebe this week: the feeling of grass on her feet. She absolutely hated it and freaked out anytime I would let it touch her. This summer in the backyard might be interesting......

This is too funny not to tell. I have told BJ I think he is a milk snob because he only likes Braums milk and thinks all others are disgusting. He grew up in Oklahoma where Braums is based so I think for most of his life that is the only milk he has known anyway. He woke up one morning to tell me he had a nightmare. I thought maybe it was about me cheating on him, someone in the family dying, or the kids being kidnapped. Oh no! His nightmare was that he walked in to Braums to buy our dairy groceries and they no longer sold milk. His reaction was basically equal to that of the newly minted Darth Vader from Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith when he reaches his arms to the sky and yells NOOOOO!

Phoebe turns 9 months old! She sure doesn't look like it and most people don't believe me when I tell them how old she is.

New foods for Phoebe this week: Ramen noodles (a big hit!), Gerber 'lil crunchies (toddler version of cheese puffs), red vines (see picture, she looks like a vampire after a fresh meal) and freeze dried apple bits. So far she has not tried something she hasn't liked.

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I went and bought flowers for the pots we have near our front door. I had Sophia help me plant them which consisted mostly of her taking dirt out of the bag and throwing it on the concrete. I think she just enjoyed the time outside more than anything.

The girls and I had a play group this week which consisted of a tour of the local fire station and then lunch at the park. She was amazed at the truck and cried whenever she wasn't sitting in it. She was not afraid of the fireman in his full gear and I was very proud of her for that. Although, she always has been a brave little girl and very adventurous.

I develop another cold this week. With the way things have been going for the last year and half I am right on time to be sick again. It has been about 2 months since my last cold. I had the CT review appointment with my ENT. He basically repeated what the radiologist told me but now we have a plan of care. While there he sprayed some horrible medicine deep into my sinuses to open them from being congested from the afore mentioned cold. It burned everything in my head and I had been feeling pretty good that morning until that moment. He took a swab of my "pus" (I guess that is what they call snot) to test what bacteria it is and therefore what specific antibiotic I need to ultimately clear my sinuses. For now he put me an antibiotic for 20 days to help with the current cold. The other part of the plan is to have me on daily allergy medicine, oral and nasal spray, try it for a month and see what that does. Our ultimate goal is to avoid surgery, particularly on my septum.

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The spray he gave me made my eyes water and caused me to spit quite a bit from the bad taste. Not to mention my throat was burning so it hurt to swallow and talk. When I got home I know I didn't look too good with a runny nose, bloodshot watery eyes, and almost speechless. BJ, seeing me in this state when I come home, immeadiately asks me what he said. I am not quick to respond in desperate need of a tissue and water. I attempt to begin to answer in between coughs while BJ is pushing even more about what is going on. When I finally get the words out he obviously begins to calm down. He promptly tells me "You need to communicate with me and tell me what's going on. I thought he told you you had face cancer or something and were coming home upset and had been crying." I reassure him through giggles that I indeed do not have "face cancer". Poor guy.