One night a month or so ago, my little Kyle comes to the kitchen in tears.
"Mama, I gotta 'necht up my nose."
He was crying so hard.
"What?" I asked him again in disbelief.
"I gotta 'necht up my nose."
"What do we do now?" his Daddy asks me in a slight state of panic.
"We take him to the emergency room" I say.
I run around the house, getting Kyle's shoes on and jacket. Jacob is also there. He finds this all quite entertaining.
"That's so cool" he says.
"No, Jacob. It's not cool and it's not funny." I tell him.
Meanwhile I finally get everything all ready and load Kyle in the car. As I am buckling him in, he looks up at me and says, "Mama, I have a 'necht up my nose and it's not cool and it's not funny."
"No, it's not is it baby? Why did you put a K'nex up your nose?" I ask him curiously.
"I not have any place to put it Mama."
"Ah, I see. And your nose? It seemed to fit there just fine?"
"Yeah" he says again, beginning to cry.
"It's o.k baby. Mama will take you to a doctor and he will get it out for you."
We went to the emergency room where the nurse and the doctor were very polite and did not seem at all surprised by the little blue K'nex that was shoved very carefully up my little baby's nose.
The doctor used an adhesive and a cotton swab to remove the lost K'nex. Kyle was such a tough guy, he didn't even cry!
As I am getting ready to leave the emergency room, the doctor pulls me aside and tells me, "You know, he is only two and he shouldn't be playing with such small toys."
I was sure glad that doctor reminded me that Kyle was only 2 because most days he ACTS like he is 14!! And as far as the K'nex? How do you take away your son's favorite toy that he has been playing with for nearly a year because they are too small and unsafe for him? Especially if they are his favorite thing to do with his older brothers?
You don't.
Just ask Santa. He will tell you how mnay of those tubs of K'nex this Romanowski family will be getting this year and how many he has brought in the past!!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Grandma Jo's
Driving Jacob to school yesterday morning, I think he gave me the perfect real estate ad for his Grandparent's home.
"I like Grandma Jo's house Mom" he said.
"I know" he tells me this all the time.
"You know what I really like?"
"No honey, what is that?"
"I really like the backyard, it's kind of big but it's got all that stuff in it. But that stuff is sort of cool because in the winter when it's, you know... snowball fight time, you can hide behind it."
And before I could get a word in he continued on.
"And then inside the house, you got the bedrooms upstairs, then the dancing room, the chill out room and the basement. The basement is like the cool room. The kitchen is a little small but you got that table room anyway so you just, you know, eat in there, or at that table stuck to the wall."
At this point I was laughing.
"What is the dancing room?" I ask him, curiously.
"You know, the place where Roland hangs out" he says.
"Roland?" I ask.
"Yeah, Roland. Sometimes I call him that. You know, mommy, Grandpa?"
"I know."
"So can we go there soon Mommy? I want to go dancing with Roland!"
"I like Grandma Jo's house Mom" he said.
"I know" he tells me this all the time.
"You know what I really like?"
"No honey, what is that?"
"I really like the backyard, it's kind of big but it's got all that stuff in it. But that stuff is sort of cool because in the winter when it's, you know... snowball fight time, you can hide behind it."
And before I could get a word in he continued on.
"And then inside the house, you got the bedrooms upstairs, then the dancing room, the chill out room and the basement. The basement is like the cool room. The kitchen is a little small but you got that table room anyway so you just, you know, eat in there, or at that table stuck to the wall."
At this point I was laughing.
"What is the dancing room?" I ask him, curiously.
"You know, the place where Roland hangs out" he says.
"Roland?" I ask.
"Yeah, Roland. Sometimes I call him that. You know, mommy, Grandpa?"
"I know."
"So can we go there soon Mommy? I want to go dancing with Roland!"
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Proud of Poopin'
Kyle, my sweet little two-year old, has begun that important phase in life - potty-training. We decided it was time when he would come up to us - look us in the eye and report proudly "I'm peeing".
"It's time" I would tell Mark.
The potty-training job was left to Mark - being the stay-at-home Dad and all. I don't think he was happy with the job, but he was prepared.
A few weeks into it - I would now have to say that he has done a remarkable job. Kyle will now tell you that he has to go potty - at least 5 times an hour. I think he thinks it is fun.
The latest thing for him, has been poopin' on the potty. He is so happy about this.
Just last week, Mark went to pick Jacob up from school. He walks into the school and waits by Jacob's classroom until he is finished and Kyle is always with him (of course).
One day, Jacob's teacher, Miss McConaghy, walked out of the classroom and talked to Kyle. He looked at her proudly and told her, "I can weed (read) too".
"Can you?" she smiled and asked him.
"Ah-huh" he smiled back, "and, I can go pee and poop on the potty!"
"Wow" she said, now smiling at Mark.
"Yep," he said proudly, "I did it today - two times".
"That's good" she said.
Mark said Kyle smiled all the way back to the car. In fact, he even stopped my friends, Michelle and Carrie to share the news - they gave him a high five! He thought he was so cool!
Who would ever think that anyone would be so proud to poop!
"It's time" I would tell Mark.
The potty-training job was left to Mark - being the stay-at-home Dad and all. I don't think he was happy with the job, but he was prepared.
A few weeks into it - I would now have to say that he has done a remarkable job. Kyle will now tell you that he has to go potty - at least 5 times an hour. I think he thinks it is fun.
The latest thing for him, has been poopin' on the potty. He is so happy about this.
Just last week, Mark went to pick Jacob up from school. He walks into the school and waits by Jacob's classroom until he is finished and Kyle is always with him (of course).
One day, Jacob's teacher, Miss McConaghy, walked out of the classroom and talked to Kyle. He looked at her proudly and told her, "I can weed (read) too".
"Can you?" she smiled and asked him.
"Ah-huh" he smiled back, "and, I can go pee and poop on the potty!"
"Wow" she said, now smiling at Mark.
"Yep," he said proudly, "I did it today - two times".
"That's good" she said.
Mark said Kyle smiled all the way back to the car. In fact, he even stopped my friends, Michelle and Carrie to share the news - they gave him a high five! He thought he was so cool!
Who would ever think that anyone would be so proud to poop!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A Test of Faith
On my journey to strengthen my faith in our Savior, I have been trying so hard to remember to not be anxious and to give my troubles to the Lord and let my load be lighter. It is so difficult at times to do this, and this is one of those times.
My little Kyle has been so sick. Since January, he has gone through phases of vomitting, diarrhea, and just plain feeling lousy. Today was no different.
I was at work for an hour when the phone rang...
"Honey, I think I am going to need your help today" Mark says to me on the other end of the line.
"O.k." I say, a little confused...
"Kyle woke up with CRAP from neck down" he says... "It is horrible"
"I'm sorry" I say... this is difficult for me... being at work all the time, I miss all those little things in life with children. You know, their first steps, first words, etc.. etc.. and yes, I also miss the yucky things, like this.
"On top of it all, before I could even bring him out to the living room to get him completely cleaned up, started puking and then THREW UP ALL OVER THE LIVING!"
O.k... so this time he is shouting in the phone, I think to let me know that it's really bad. I understand that it is bad, puking is never a good thing. I think I learned this when Travis puked on me for the first time almost 11 years ago when he was 2. Ritz Crackers and Cherry Kool-Aid, right in my face - dripping off my glasses. It was the WORST! Or, so I thought, until Kyle recently added to my puking stories by throwing up on me while I was laying in bed. He sat up, puked all over me. I didn't think it seemed too bad, until I stood up and felt cold, smelly puke, running down my back and then my legs... now that, is by far, the worst feeling in the world.
So not doubting that my husband had a bad experience. I merely told him I was sorry and that I would call him again in a little bit so that he would have some time to clean everything up.
Realizing that may have seemed insensitive, I did call the doctor too... I need to get him in again they tell me.
So, I leave work (much to my bosses disliking) and drive home, grab Kyle, and drive to Hartford where the doctor that my insurance company tells me that I have to go to practices so-called medicine. I had been here before - around the 20th of January when this whole puking thing began, and here I am again - almost 2 months later. How ridiculous it seems to me that no one can tell me what is wrong with my little boy.
The nurse comes to get me right away. This is great because for anyone with a 2 year old, they know how much it SUCKS to be stuck in the waiting room any longer than they have to be. Unfortunately, my luck stopped there. She did her thing, left and almost 40 minutes later the doctor FINALLY comes in! O.k. - so I have been locked up in a tiny 10x12 room with 3 toys (all of which were not much to play with) for 40 minutes with a 2 year old that does NOT want to be there anymore. "Home now, Mama" is all I heard.
So, Doctor What's His Name, comes in and checks Kyle's ears, nose, mouth and throat, he puts him up on the table so Kyle could scream a little louder (as if he wasn't crying enough) and puts his hand on his stomach.
"It's hard for me to tell what is going on with him crying like that - make him stop"
I laugh. Make him stop. Make a 2 year old stop crying at a doctor's office? This guy has got to be on crack.
"I guess he won't stop" he says.
Who says doctor's aren't the most intelligent people on earth.
Well, everything seems good. I think he's puking because of that antibiotic I had him on (2 weeks ago!)
He explains to me all this mumbo-jumbo about bacteria and good bacteria, bad bacteria - whatever... I don't believe him. Maybe he is right, but today I don't believe him because my GUT tells me he is wrong. My son has been sick for almost 2 months - the antibiotic was for 10 days 2 weeks ago - how do you explain the rest of it?
I am so sorry Lord. I am trying to have faith today. I am trying to believe that all of this is for a reason, but why would you make a doctor so incompetent? And why my son? And if I am supposed to be able to just give this to You, why is it stuck in my gut?
I think because in addition to it all Lord, I am a Mom.
My little Kyle has been so sick. Since January, he has gone through phases of vomitting, diarrhea, and just plain feeling lousy. Today was no different.
I was at work for an hour when the phone rang...
"Honey, I think I am going to need your help today" Mark says to me on the other end of the line.
"O.k." I say, a little confused...
"Kyle woke up with CRAP from neck down" he says... "It is horrible"
"I'm sorry" I say... this is difficult for me... being at work all the time, I miss all those little things in life with children. You know, their first steps, first words, etc.. etc.. and yes, I also miss the yucky things, like this.
"On top of it all, before I could even bring him out to the living room to get him completely cleaned up, started puking and then THREW UP ALL OVER THE LIVING!"
O.k... so this time he is shouting in the phone, I think to let me know that it's really bad. I understand that it is bad, puking is never a good thing. I think I learned this when Travis puked on me for the first time almost 11 years ago when he was 2. Ritz Crackers and Cherry Kool-Aid, right in my face - dripping off my glasses. It was the WORST! Or, so I thought, until Kyle recently added to my puking stories by throwing up on me while I was laying in bed. He sat up, puked all over me. I didn't think it seemed too bad, until I stood up and felt cold, smelly puke, running down my back and then my legs... now that, is by far, the worst feeling in the world.
So not doubting that my husband had a bad experience. I merely told him I was sorry and that I would call him again in a little bit so that he would have some time to clean everything up.
Realizing that may have seemed insensitive, I did call the doctor too... I need to get him in again they tell me.
So, I leave work (much to my bosses disliking) and drive home, grab Kyle, and drive to Hartford where the doctor that my insurance company tells me that I have to go to practices so-called medicine. I had been here before - around the 20th of January when this whole puking thing began, and here I am again - almost 2 months later. How ridiculous it seems to me that no one can tell me what is wrong with my little boy.
The nurse comes to get me right away. This is great because for anyone with a 2 year old, they know how much it SUCKS to be stuck in the waiting room any longer than they have to be. Unfortunately, my luck stopped there. She did her thing, left and almost 40 minutes later the doctor FINALLY comes in! O.k. - so I have been locked up in a tiny 10x12 room with 3 toys (all of which were not much to play with) for 40 minutes with a 2 year old that does NOT want to be there anymore. "Home now, Mama" is all I heard.
So, Doctor What's His Name, comes in and checks Kyle's ears, nose, mouth and throat, he puts him up on the table so Kyle could scream a little louder (as if he wasn't crying enough) and puts his hand on his stomach.
"It's hard for me to tell what is going on with him crying like that - make him stop"
I laugh. Make him stop. Make a 2 year old stop crying at a doctor's office? This guy has got to be on crack.
"I guess he won't stop" he says.
Who says doctor's aren't the most intelligent people on earth.
Well, everything seems good. I think he's puking because of that antibiotic I had him on (2 weeks ago!)
He explains to me all this mumbo-jumbo about bacteria and good bacteria, bad bacteria - whatever... I don't believe him. Maybe he is right, but today I don't believe him because my GUT tells me he is wrong. My son has been sick for almost 2 months - the antibiotic was for 10 days 2 weeks ago - how do you explain the rest of it?
I am so sorry Lord. I am trying to have faith today. I am trying to believe that all of this is for a reason, but why would you make a doctor so incompetent? And why my son? And if I am supposed to be able to just give this to You, why is it stuck in my gut?
I think because in addition to it all Lord, I am a Mom.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
No More Doctor Mommy, Peas?
"NO! NO!"
"NO DOCTOOR"
"NO PEENCH"
"NO! NO!"
This is what Mark and I have been waking up to night after night... ever since my little Kyle has been sick. It breaks my heart....
Imagine this:
It's the middle of the night and we are sound asleep. Suddenly I feel Kyle's little feet kicking me in the legs and moving the blankets all around...
"no" he whispers quietly.
"no, no" he says a little louder as he turns sharply towards Mark's side of the bed.
Suddenly he sits up and starts wailing "No, no docor, no docor, no!"
He grabs his arms and he tries to hide them.
"NO PEENCH ME DOCOR! NO!"
Mark picks him up and holds him tight and rubs his arms gently... he whispers, "Shh... baby.... Daddy's got you".
"No! MOMMY! NO!"
"No Mommy?" Mark asks him, "Shh... Buddy it's o.k. Why 'No Mommy'?"
"Mommy No Docor" he says sadly.
This breaks my heart... my son doesn't want me in the middle of the night. Why? you might ask. Because I took him to the doctor."
The next morning Kyle wakes up as if this episode never occurred. Plays on the floor sweetly, like he does every day. Crawls up on my lap, hugs me and says, "No mo docor mommy, pwease?"
I hug him tight, kiss his head...
"No more doctor baby doll, no more doctor."
"NO DOCTOOR"
"NO PEENCH"
"NO! NO!"
This is what Mark and I have been waking up to night after night... ever since my little Kyle has been sick. It breaks my heart....
Imagine this:
It's the middle of the night and we are sound asleep. Suddenly I feel Kyle's little feet kicking me in the legs and moving the blankets all around...
"no" he whispers quietly.
"no, no" he says a little louder as he turns sharply towards Mark's side of the bed.
Suddenly he sits up and starts wailing "No, no docor, no docor, no!"
He grabs his arms and he tries to hide them.
"NO PEENCH ME DOCOR! NO!"
Mark picks him up and holds him tight and rubs his arms gently... he whispers, "Shh... baby.... Daddy's got you".
"No! MOMMY! NO!"
"No Mommy?" Mark asks him, "Shh... Buddy it's o.k. Why 'No Mommy'?"
"Mommy No Docor" he says sadly.
This breaks my heart... my son doesn't want me in the middle of the night. Why? you might ask. Because I took him to the doctor."
The next morning Kyle wakes up as if this episode never occurred. Plays on the floor sweetly, like he does every day. Crawls up on my lap, hugs me and says, "No mo docor mommy, pwease?"
I hug him tight, kiss his head...
"No more doctor baby doll, no more doctor."
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
The Birthday
Kyle's second birthday... what a special time for us. We even took the time to teach him the word two so when you asked him how old he was he could tell you "two". Although sometimes he would say "fwee" and then he would giggle that silly little giggle that he has... Silly kid.
I had to work that day, but I managed to squeeze some time off early to come home for cake and ice cream. Unfortunatley, Jacob was sick that day and I had to keep him home from school so when I arrived home, he had gone down for a bit of a nap or maybe bed time... but he wasn't himself. Poor Kyle, we didn't want him to think that we had forgotten his birthday... but he was only two so I didn't think he would remember if we decided to have his cake the next day... but then Jacob woke up and decided we needed to have cake... so we did.
Everything appeared to be great..... at least until it was time for bed... then it happened.
Kyle was laying kind of "on" me. (As he still sleeps with Mark and I). I thought this was really sweet... "My baby, loving his mommy on his birthday" and it gave me a chance to just snuggle him close... so sweet.
Then
He began to cry...
and cry...
maybe he had to poop (we thought as he has been struggling with this)
but then
we got our answer....
he lifted his head, looked at me and puked - all over me - all over my face, my hair, my glasses, my pajamas... he just let it go...
I guess he didn't like being two...
I had to work that day, but I managed to squeeze some time off early to come home for cake and ice cream. Unfortunatley, Jacob was sick that day and I had to keep him home from school so when I arrived home, he had gone down for a bit of a nap or maybe bed time... but he wasn't himself. Poor Kyle, we didn't want him to think that we had forgotten his birthday... but he was only two so I didn't think he would remember if we decided to have his cake the next day... but then Jacob woke up and decided we needed to have cake... so we did.
Everything appeared to be great..... at least until it was time for bed... then it happened.
Kyle was laying kind of "on" me. (As he still sleeps with Mark and I). I thought this was really sweet... "My baby, loving his mommy on his birthday" and it gave me a chance to just snuggle him close... so sweet.
Then
He began to cry...
and cry...
maybe he had to poop (we thought as he has been struggling with this)
but then
we got our answer....
he lifted his head, looked at me and puked - all over me - all over my face, my hair, my glasses, my pajamas... he just let it go...
I guess he didn't like being two...
Sunday, January 22, 2006
The Best Thank You
As I was calming the house down for the night, it was time to get Jacob into the shower before bed. He took a "hurry-up shower" as he likes to call them... he didn't want to miss any of the Power Rangers he had been watching.
After his shower, we picked out his pajamas and he got himself dressed. After which I said to him "Thank you for taking such a great quick shower tonight buddy". After all, it is so nice to have that part of the evening go smoothly. He looked up at me and said "And thank you for being the nicest Mommy."
So sweet... melted my heart.
After his shower, we picked out his pajamas and he got himself dressed. After which I said to him "Thank you for taking such a great quick shower tonight buddy". After all, it is so nice to have that part of the evening go smoothly. He looked up at me and said "And thank you for being the nicest Mommy."
So sweet... melted my heart.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Time Flies and Children Grow
As I sit here tonight and review my blog, I realize how sad it is that I haven't taken the time I have needed to record every memory of my children over the last 6 months.
There are so many stories I know I shared along the way with others... i swore I record every word so I would not forget. I forgot.
I am amazed as I read back at the stories of Jacob. He is so big now. In kindegarten and growing so much every day. How I wish I would have taken 5 minutes out of each day to write down the funny things he has done. He is still my little Monkey Man.
At night, he and i lay in his bed, read bedtime stories and then say our prayers. Each night, he prays to "King God" (as he calls him) and he thanks him for the wonderful day he had, asks Him to please let him have a fun day tomorrow, asks for "wishdom" to remember the things his teacher tells him, and then tells Him how he loves his mommy and daddy. It is really a sweet thing. Some nights he says some really sweet things... I wish I could remember them all now.
Time goes by so fast and our children grow so quickly. It saddens me that I have failed to record these precious memories.
There are so many stories I know I shared along the way with others... i swore I record every word so I would not forget. I forgot.
I am amazed as I read back at the stories of Jacob. He is so big now. In kindegarten and growing so much every day. How I wish I would have taken 5 minutes out of each day to write down the funny things he has done. He is still my little Monkey Man.
At night, he and i lay in his bed, read bedtime stories and then say our prayers. Each night, he prays to "King God" (as he calls him) and he thanks him for the wonderful day he had, asks Him to please let him have a fun day tomorrow, asks for "wishdom" to remember the things his teacher tells him, and then tells Him how he loves his mommy and daddy. It is really a sweet thing. Some nights he says some really sweet things... I wish I could remember them all now.
Time goes by so fast and our children grow so quickly. It saddens me that I have failed to record these precious memories.
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