I thought I would attach a few pictures of the last day - football day! I decided that even if the Vikings didn't make it to the Super Bowl, I would still acknowledge that I'm a fan. Of course I was the only Vikings fan!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
We Are The World
This week at school we participated in raising money to help Haiti. There were lots of fun activities including bagel day, wear a hat day, ice cream day, a bake sale, and football day. Each day each child donated $1.00 to the cause which was contributed to the Clinton Bush Haiti Fund. Overall, the entire school raised $1,205 to donate!
I thought I would attach a few pictures of the last day - football day! I decided that even if the Vikings didn't make it to the Super Bowl, I would still acknowledge that I'm a fan. Of course I was the only Vikings fan!
I thought I would attach a few pictures of the last day - football day! I decided that even if the Vikings didn't make it to the Super Bowl, I would still acknowledge that I'm a fan. Of course I was the only Vikings fan!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Sweet Nothings
Well if you thought you were going to whisper sweet nothings in my ear for Valentines Day, you have another thing coming! I visited Dr. Ortiz, the pediatric audiologist today for a hearing test, as well as Dr. Engle, to determine when the tubes would be inserted. I guess I can't hear because I have moderate hearing loss due to the rupture in my right ear.
My first stop was Dr. Ortiz. Her office is full of sunshine and lots of toys. But this is a place that you are not allowed to touch the toys, they are just there to tease you; isn't that weird? She also has lots of equipment that I'm not allowed to touch, as well as a big booth with funny boxes on the wall. The first thing she had me do was be pinned down by my mom and insert these things in my ear. I was okay until she turned the pressure machine on which caused much discomfort. Of course I screamed bloody murder. If you have never had a pressure test done, it is a test done to determine if there is fluid behind the ear drum in the middle ear. If there is fluid, it hurts and it hurts a lot! Needless to say, the test was inconclusive as I was screaming the entire time. Dr. Ortiz completely lost her patience with me within three minutes. She then shoved me into the hearing booth. I was not happy and did not want to be there. She kept showing me toys, including Elmo, but wouldn't let me touch them. She said it would prove to be a distraction. Want to know what is a distraction, when I want a toy and I can't have it! Overall, Dr. Ortiz said the tests revealed that I had moderate hearing loss but felt they were inconclusive because I cried the entire time. So who knows if I'm really deaf?
I then saw Dr. Engle, the man that loves the otoscope. He wasted no time sticking that thing in my ear. The good news is that my eardrum is healed, the better news is that I will have tubes inserted in my ear on February 11th at 7 am. The bad news is that I can't eat or drink anything before my surgery. Do these people realize that I have milk served to me promptly at 6:30 am with a side of cheerios?
Our final stop was the insurance specialist. Now I know a lot of people dislike my daddy's profession, but I have to tell you, this woman was the best stop by far. Not only did she leave me alone, but she has a basket in her office filled with toys. I promptly removed all the toys and made myself comfortable. She just laughed at me and told me how cute I was. I think she deserves to have "pediatric" in her title!
Although the appointment started off on the wrong foot, I left that building on the right one!
My first stop was Dr. Ortiz. Her office is full of sunshine and lots of toys. But this is a place that you are not allowed to touch the toys, they are just there to tease you; isn't that weird? She also has lots of equipment that I'm not allowed to touch, as well as a big booth with funny boxes on the wall. The first thing she had me do was be pinned down by my mom and insert these things in my ear. I was okay until she turned the pressure machine on which caused much discomfort. Of course I screamed bloody murder. If you have never had a pressure test done, it is a test done to determine if there is fluid behind the ear drum in the middle ear. If there is fluid, it hurts and it hurts a lot! Needless to say, the test was inconclusive as I was screaming the entire time. Dr. Ortiz completely lost her patience with me within three minutes. She then shoved me into the hearing booth. I was not happy and did not want to be there. She kept showing me toys, including Elmo, but wouldn't let me touch them. She said it would prove to be a distraction. Want to know what is a distraction, when I want a toy and I can't have it! Overall, Dr. Ortiz said the tests revealed that I had moderate hearing loss but felt they were inconclusive because I cried the entire time. So who knows if I'm really deaf?
I then saw Dr. Engle, the man that loves the otoscope. He wasted no time sticking that thing in my ear. The good news is that my eardrum is healed, the better news is that I will have tubes inserted in my ear on February 11th at 7 am. The bad news is that I can't eat or drink anything before my surgery. Do these people realize that I have milk served to me promptly at 6:30 am with a side of cheerios?
Our final stop was the insurance specialist. Now I know a lot of people dislike my daddy's profession, but I have to tell you, this woman was the best stop by far. Not only did she leave me alone, but she has a basket in her office filled with toys. I promptly removed all the toys and made myself comfortable. She just laughed at me and told me how cute I was. I think she deserves to have "pediatric" in her title!
Although the appointment started off on the wrong foot, I left that building on the right one!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Pop Goes the Eardrum (remix version)
Here I go again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known. Well if you haven't guessed it already or heard (no pun intended), my right eardrum decided to let loose, and not in a good way. My eardrum went kaboom on Tuesday night. I woke up screaming, inconsolable from the pain, and my parents were clueless as to what had happened. Once again, I exhibited no symptoms and was acting normal. It was not until 1.5 days later that anyone noticed that my ear was oozing goop.
So on my 18th month birthday, off I went to visit Dr. Engle and low and behold, its a popped eardrum. This time I had so much pus in my ear that he had to take a special tool to suck it all out. I'm sure you are all thinking that I had to be held down, and you are thinking right. With my dad's assistance, he pinned me down and let the sucking begin. They finally stopped but then Dr. Engle wanted to put ear drops in immediately to start a course of antibiotics. With my mommy at a deposition, we placed a call to her so she could speak to Dr. Engle. After a discussion about something related to "risks and benefits" it was determined that to keep me on medication was not proving beneficial. The goal now is to clear the infection, heal the ear drum and insert tubes. Due to the fact that I exhibit no symptoms, can not appear to clear the fluid on my own, and constant medication is not good for my little immune system, it appears that this is the only way.
You read that right my friends, I am going to have tubes inserted. This will all take place at a to be determined date, but I will be placed under laughing gas. Sounds like its going to be a good time, doesn't it? First, I will have a hearing test on Thursday, February 4th, to determine my hearing level and afterwards I will see Dr. Engle for a checkup. It will be at that point in time that my surgery will be set up. A few weeks after my surgery I will return for another hearing test to determine if there was any hearing loss. Hopefully having tubes will allow me some much needed relief from the pressure in my middle ear that is constant and my inability to sleep through the night. Stay tuned...
So on my 18th month birthday, off I went to visit Dr. Engle and low and behold, its a popped eardrum. This time I had so much pus in my ear that he had to take a special tool to suck it all out. I'm sure you are all thinking that I had to be held down, and you are thinking right. With my dad's assistance, he pinned me down and let the sucking begin. They finally stopped but then Dr. Engle wanted to put ear drops in immediately to start a course of antibiotics. With my mommy at a deposition, we placed a call to her so she could speak to Dr. Engle. After a discussion about something related to "risks and benefits" it was determined that to keep me on medication was not proving beneficial. The goal now is to clear the infection, heal the ear drum and insert tubes. Due to the fact that I exhibit no symptoms, can not appear to clear the fluid on my own, and constant medication is not good for my little immune system, it appears that this is the only way.
You read that right my friends, I am going to have tubes inserted. This will all take place at a to be determined date, but I will be placed under laughing gas. Sounds like its going to be a good time, doesn't it? First, I will have a hearing test on Thursday, February 4th, to determine my hearing level and afterwards I will see Dr. Engle for a checkup. It will be at that point in time that my surgery will be set up. A few weeks after my surgery I will return for another hearing test to determine if there was any hearing loss. Hopefully having tubes will allow me some much needed relief from the pressure in my middle ear that is constant and my inability to sleep through the night. Stay tuned...
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Running Just as Fast as I Can
Hello Thad followers, this is Kacie, the cat. I'm hijacking the blog to fill you on the recent torture this crazy kid has subjected me to. Lately he finds it amusing to chase me all around the house. I run behind the couch to escape to the other side, and low and behold, he runs around and waits for me to come out. I can find no peace with this little monster in the house. I have always had "my spots" to lay, and now this kid can reach wherever I am laying. He loves to pull my tail, my feet, and poke my nose. I am sure you can only imagine how annoying this becomes.
Just the other night I'm minding my own business and out of the blue he comes running for me. So I jumped up onto the steps to get away from him. Not taking a hint, he keeps bugging me. So I take a swat at him as a warning. What does he do, laughs hysterically at me, and swats me back. So the battle ensues and lasts a good five minutes. The parents also found this funny so they decided to record it for your viewing pleasure. Go ahead, you'll see the torment I am subjected to daily:
Needless to say, I suppose for free food and shelter, I have to put up with this as I have no other alternatives other than hijacking this blog for support. Long live the Queen!
Monday, January 18, 2010
In a Manner of Speaking
Wow is all I can say...well I can't say wow yet but it definitely describes what my parents think of how much I'm talking now. Here's what I can say thus far in my brief lifespan:
THREE! Remember how I could count along and say two, well now I can say three.
ELMO! Well it really sounds like me-mo, but usually its just Mo. I love Elmo and the fact that I got one for Christmas, I now walk around and say Mo repeatedly whenever I see him on anything.
BYE BYE! You probably have not heard me say this and if you have, you definitely are one of the lucky ones. The only reason being is because I have a delayed reaction. It's usually not until I get into the car that I start saying bye-bye. I continue until we reach the destination or I feel that I have reached the maximum capacities for bye-bye's for that time period.
HI/HELLO! Every time the phone rings I will shoot up and say hello. When I enter a room its only appropriate to say HI in a loud booming voice to make sure you know I am in the room.
BABY! The first time I started saying baby I used it in the correct context. However, since then I have forgotten. Anything and everyone around me is baby. Or it could be that I'm saying something else and no one can figure me out.
OUTSIDE! If you know me, and know me well, you know that I love to go "outshide". Whenever we get ready to leave some place my parents say, we have to put on your jacket to go outside, whereby I follow with "outshide" as if its a question. I then point to the door, walk over to it and grab the handle. When peering out windows I make sure that everyone knows that its "outshide."
BOY! Did you know that I'm a boy? We play the boy/girl game at school and after several weeks of being told I'm a boy and Emily is a girl, I can now say boy!
BOOK! I love to read and can now point to the book saying "book" at the same time.
CAT! Oh my poor kitty. I have renewed my love of Kacie. I love to chase her, torment her, and do anything to push her buttons. I can say Kacie, but definitely know the difference between her and other cats as she is Kacie and the others are "Cat."
MANNY! I am addicted to Handy Manny...he is my favorite handyman with the coolest tools ever because they all talk. I am the proud owner of a Manny plate set and tool set with a working flicker. I'm working on learning all their names but for now Manny is sufficient for my vocabulary!
Monday, January 11, 2010
Pop Goes the Eardrum!
Since we have been home from vacation I have had a difficult time sleeping in my own bed. After spending 2 weeks sleeping between the awesome individuals that raise me, I just can't stand being away from them. As my parents haven't been getting much sleep lately they thought they needed to kick this habit in the you know what. So Sunday night into Monday morning, at approximately 1:30 a.m., I woke up screaming, again. They decided that they would just let me have it out in my crib with me screaming at the top of my lungs. Eventually, or what seemed like forever to me, I decided to quit and just lay down and go back to sleep.
With Monday morning upon us and the hustle and bustle that every week brings, it was not until my mom brought me to school that she noticed that my right ear looked a little funny; it looked as if I had ear wax coming out of my ear. Now I don't like when people touch my ears, so naturally I pulled away and went about my business. There were no other signs until I woke from my nap and Ms. Liz noticed something coming from my ear. My mom and dad were both called and within a half hour I was whisked away to Dr. Manfredonia.
Upon arriving we waited forever to see her, but once we did, she took one look at my right ear without sticking anything in it and said "yup, he's got an ear infection for sure." Then out comes that annoying ear thing (otoscope). There was no way she was going to get a good look, in fact she barely got the otoscope in my right ear when low and behold, she said my ear drum had popped! Then she put the otoscope in my left ear, of course I was being held down, and she said I had a minor infection in that one too. Once again, a double ear infection. If you we all wondering what I inherited from my mother, here you have it, her HORRIBLE ears! I was recently informed that her ear drum popped when she was a kid too! Dr. Manfredonia prescribed Augmentin and ear drops and told me to come back in 2 weeks if I could not get into an pediatric ENT.
So I started the Augmentin and the ear drops are going better than expected. My parents realized what all that screaming was about early Monday morning - gotta love the guilt trips don't you! I also have an appointment on Friday with Dr. Engle, a pediatric ENT with New Jersey Coastal Hearing. He's a Wash U grad just like my mom. Hopefully he'll tell me that the hole is healing as it should be and all will be fine and well. More to come...keep an ear out for me!
UPDATE: We saw Dr. Engle on Friday and he informed me that my hole has closed. In four days flat I went from having a punctured eardrum to a perfect one with scar tissue. I should have no issues but I have to go for a hearing test in 3 weeks...that should be fun.
With Monday morning upon us and the hustle and bustle that every week brings, it was not until my mom brought me to school that she noticed that my right ear looked a little funny; it looked as if I had ear wax coming out of my ear. Now I don't like when people touch my ears, so naturally I pulled away and went about my business. There were no other signs until I woke from my nap and Ms. Liz noticed something coming from my ear. My mom and dad were both called and within a half hour I was whisked away to Dr. Manfredonia.
Upon arriving we waited forever to see her, but once we did, she took one look at my right ear without sticking anything in it and said "yup, he's got an ear infection for sure." Then out comes that annoying ear thing (otoscope). There was no way she was going to get a good look, in fact she barely got the otoscope in my right ear when low and behold, she said my ear drum had popped! Then she put the otoscope in my left ear, of course I was being held down, and she said I had a minor infection in that one too. Once again, a double ear infection. If you we all wondering what I inherited from my mother, here you have it, her HORRIBLE ears! I was recently informed that her ear drum popped when she was a kid too! Dr. Manfredonia prescribed Augmentin and ear drops and told me to come back in 2 weeks if I could not get into an pediatric ENT.
So I started the Augmentin and the ear drops are going better than expected. My parents realized what all that screaming was about early Monday morning - gotta love the guilt trips don't you! I also have an appointment on Friday with Dr. Engle, a pediatric ENT with New Jersey Coastal Hearing. He's a Wash U grad just like my mom. Hopefully he'll tell me that the hole is healing as it should be and all will be fine and well. More to come...keep an ear out for me!
UPDATE: We saw Dr. Engle on Friday and he informed me that my hole has closed. In four days flat I went from having a punctured eardrum to a perfect one with scar tissue. I should have no issues but I have to go for a hearing test in 3 weeks...that should be fun.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Back To Life, Back To Reality
Ugggh! Thats all I can say as I had to be dragged back to school. Boy it was hard getting up and with it this morning after having so much time off. One thing is for sure, over this vacation I definitely developed a fond affection for my DA! And my separation anxiety is back in full effect, crying and clinging on to mom's leg for life; just when I had it kicked before vacation started.
There is also some new kids in my classroom - Dia and Rohan. They are twins and a little older than me. In the middle of breakfast today I stood up and Rohan attempted to steal my chair. Well I showed him who was boss and made sure that it would never happen again. And Emily, my best buddy at school is gone until January 18th...that's a long time from now! Guess i'm going to have to play with the new kids. But weird Steven a/k/a International Food Stealer moved up. Thank god, because I was really getting sick of him stealing my food all the time! Ms. Liz also noticed that I'm talking a lot more. Over this break my vocabulary really blossomed. She reported to my parents that I like to point to things, look at her and say "that" in a questioning voice seeking an answer.
They say the first day back is a rough go, or is it the first week? Only time will tell but as of now, i'm making a go at getting back to reality!
There is also some new kids in my classroom - Dia and Rohan. They are twins and a little older than me. In the middle of breakfast today I stood up and Rohan attempted to steal my chair. Well I showed him who was boss and made sure that it would never happen again. And Emily, my best buddy at school is gone until January 18th...that's a long time from now! Guess i'm going to have to play with the new kids. But weird Steven a/k/a International Food Stealer moved up. Thank god, because I was really getting sick of him stealing my food all the time! Ms. Liz also noticed that I'm talking a lot more. Over this break my vocabulary really blossomed. She reported to my parents that I like to point to things, look at her and say "that" in a questioning voice seeking an answer.
They say the first day back is a rough go, or is it the first week? Only time will tell but as of now, i'm making a go at getting back to reality!
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