Does Everything Have an Expiration Date?

'Tis the season of allergy mania for The Boy. He didn't have allergies until we moved to the Ohio Valley. Lucky for him, as soon as spring sprung this year, BOOM! itchy eyes, runny/itchy nose, and phlegm, phlegm, phlegm! I don't know where he gets it. Neither the Husband nor I have allergies. I won't talk about The Girl, I don't want to jinx it.

The good thing (silver lining) is that for The Boy, allergy season really only lasts about two months, mid-March-mid-May. But, throughout this time he is on an allergy medicine regiment. We have general over the counter allergy relief like Claritin and then two prescriptions...one for nasal spray and the other for eye drops. He never uses an entire prescription...the duration of need is too short.

Well, we have been using the remainder of his last filled scripts since the itchy, sniffling mess started this year. Last night I called the pharmacy to refill his eye drops. He is almost out and we can't risk not having them. His eyes may swell shut. The last time the pediatrician wrote the scripts, she made sure to put 20 refills on each. I guess that doesn't matter. The pharmacy told me that since it has been a year since the prescription was filled, we would have to have the doctor REWRITE a NEW prescription. The window of opportunity had passed. I wonder, if I had called two days ago (the exact date the script was filled last year), would I have made it in under the wire. It is EYE DROPS for the love of Pete, not Vicodin. Well, I am off to call the pediatrician...

I'm Calling it the Party Bus

We embarked on a step toward truly being defined by our parenthood this week. We are officially the owners of, wait for it, a dun...dun...dun... minivan. I know, so cliche, but it has happened. I am following in the footsteps of all my mommy friends who have already taken this leap, the one that says, "Look at me, I do nothing else but cart my kids to their over scheduled lives." No more pretending that I can escape Mommyhood for a small time by just getting in the car.

I have to say, I love it. The kids love it. Heck, even the Husbands likes it. The decision was a good one. All the room. The prospect of being able to fit more than just my kiddos in the van makes me giddy with excitement. The ability to take family trips with the grandparents has me overjoyed. We can all fit in ONE vehicle. Yay! I am happy to be partially defined by this hunk of metal and plastic. I hope that it is still okay to fantasize about that sporty convertible...it is only 18 years away.

She's a Talker

The girl has been talking non-stop since she could udder a noise. But this morning she woke me up by saying "I love my momma" as she bent down to give me a kiss. What a great way to wake up. And, what a great first four word sentence.

Daylights Savings

The Girl is a mess. She will not sleep in her bed, by herself through the night. Last night was particularly difficult. The Husband usually gets up with her. I know, I am lucky, but he also knows that I am a bear when I haven't slept. I got up with The Girl last night. I volunteered thinking it would be sweet to cuddle with her on the couch in the family room while we both drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

I couldn't have been more wrong. Between her crying out, the constant tossing and turning and wanting to play name all of momma's body parts at 2 AM, we may have gotten a collective 2 hours of sleep the whole night. We moved into my bedroom at around 4:30 AM, only to be joined by The Boy. Our bed is not a family bed...for just the shear reason that it is not big enough to hold two adults and two kids, with the kids sleeping sideways. All parents out there know that kids don't sleep with their heads at the top of the bed and their feet at the bottom. They sleep sideways or diagonal or on top of you with their feet in your face. That is just the way it is.

When The Girl finally decided that enough was enough at 5:45 AM and catapulted out of the bed, I gave in and let (or forced) The Husband to take over. *thank you, onewhocanliveonlittlesleep* I wanted to stay grumpy at her, but just look at that sweet face. I blame Daylight Savings instead.

When I Grow Up...

The Boy: Momma, do you know what?
Momma: No, what?
The Boy: When I grow up, I want to be a golfer, a spy and a cheerleader.
Momma: A cheerleader?
The Boy: Yeah, those boy ones on tv always get to pick up the girls. That would be cool.