LOTS OF ANNOUNCEMENTS

HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have a ton of announcements so let me just start by saying, I know I've been away a while, but after you read this you'll fully forgive me.

First off, I had my in-laws here for a week about two weeks ago. During that time, my twins turned 6 years old!! I hosted a party for them with 13 children (yes you read that right!). It went really well though. The girls had a blast and felt extremely nostalgic. During the inlaw week-long visit, it rained. I don't mean it rained a little. I mean it rained the ENTIRE time they were here. Therefore we didn't do too much of anything!

After that we had company coming for another 10 days. These were our good friends from North Dakota. We went to university with them, they were in our wedding party when Jarrett and I got married. Long history!!! We had a BLAST!! Honestly I haven't had that much fun in ages!! We went to Banff, we went to the Zoo, we went shopping and to lunch.... She was even awesome enough to come with me to my next job and help me paint a bedroom!!!!! Honestly, was very sad to see her have to go home, but it was such a good visit that I just look forward to doing it again!!!

Kierra's cast is off!!! Thank God!!!! Jarrett took her to a clinic where they do cast removal, he started to saw it, she started to scream, and the doctor states, "I can't do this, you have to take her to the ER at Children's!" Jarrett just looked at him with a you gotta be kidding me look. I mean who clogs up the ER with a cast removal? He insists he can't do it because she's screaming. Jarrett pretty much calls him a pussy, and then proceeds to the ER, where he spent five hours waiting. Once he gets in, they decide that they could sedate her (which isn't happening), so then they get four other adults to help Jarrett hold her down while they take off the cast. It took all five of them to hold her down, and they were amazed how strong she was!!! So one tramatized kid later, Kierra is now cast-free and running about like a mad child!!!

The twins are done school, so I officially have Kindergarten graduates!!! Jenna was really sad because she loves her teacher and doesn't want a new one in the fall. I'm trying to tell her that it's just the way it is, and she'll love her next teacher too. She wasn't convinced and had grand hysterics in the schoolyard on her last day. Poor kid!!! They both passed (does anyone "fail" kindy anymore?), and now the countdown of 60 days begins.

Karis and Jenna also had their dance receital, which was extremely cute and done at the worst possible time of day 11:00 to 1:30. By the time it was over, I had children crying and screaming at me because they were hungry. I had to shower them to get the make-up and hairspray off of them. Try to shower children who are screaming at you with all they got!!! It's insane!!! After daddy got McDonald's and you never heard so much content chewing in your life!!!!

Anyways, that's about it for me. I am really busy with my business (oh I registered it btw!), and I'm working on three rooms simultaniously right now. No I don't mind the stress really LOL. Hope everyone is doing well, and I'll be updating soon!!!

I NEED A BREAK

Well lots has happened since my last post.

To start off with: Kierra is now sporting a cast on her lower leg. Last Saturday she had an accident on the swing where she must've gotten her foot caught as she swung up. I wasn't there (I was on a date with my hubby), however she was with her babysitter who didn't actually see what happened. She just knows Kierra started to cry, which is something that doesn't happen often when she gets hurt. I find out about this incident around 10:30 pm when we get home. She says her ankle is really swollen. THAT was an understatement! It was huge!!

The next day, hubby takes her to a walk-in and they decide it's probably sprained but they want to send her for x-rays. So he takes her for the x-rays, comes back to the clinic, and they say they suspect a bad sprain. However they will call us if there is anything that comes up from the radiologist. The next day, she goes to school.

Tuesday morning I get a call from the doctor clinic asking me to bring Kierra in. I ask why but they won't say. FINE! So I pull her out of school for the afternoon and head to the clinic, where they actually misplaced her file, asked me three times why I was there (um derr cause you called me in!). Get into the room and the doctor wants to know what I want...... again derrr. Finally he figures it all out and says, "Oh well the radiologist thinks there is buckling on her tibia and fibula from a greenstick fracture". Oh nice..... Wait there's more! "looks like there could be a hairline fracture on the top of her foot too. She should have been casted on Saturday".

So basically the idiots that sent her home on Sunday, and then didn't call on Monday, but waited three days while she hopped and walked around on it decided she should have a cast. Then he tells me to take her to Children's Hospital ER with this note from him.

So I get Jenna out of school, take her and Karis to the neighbors and head up to Children's Hospital. Where the parking meters (both of them) are broken. I figure fuck it, I don't have time to go looking for a functional meter somewhere else. I get in and wait for triage and one of the guards tells me I could go to the parkade to pay. Why the hell should I? You guys have an ER where parents bring in children who are sick, but you want us to run around like chicken's with cut off heads because you're parking meters in the ER parking lot are broken? Screw that! I told him let them write me a ticket, I'd love to see it (btw: I didn't get a ticket after parking there for over 5 hours).

After a long while, the doctor comes in and decides he wants to see the radiology CD I had from the week-end. He goes off, and I think he must've left on sabitical or something. He finally comes back and decides he's not sure (huh?), so let's call someone down from Radiology to look at it. In that time, he kicks us out of our room and makes us sit in chairs in the hallway. 20 minutes later he comes back and says two greenstick fractures in the leg, one in the foot and badly sprained ankle - we have to cast it. So we gather up our stuff and go back into the room. And wait.... and wait.... and wait..... They bring in the casting cart and I'm hopeful but I wait... and wait... and wait. I see the doctor put on a gown to keep his pants clean and guess what? I wait some more as I listen to some poor child screaming because they are trying to put an IV in. Then a code blue (that was accidental apparently). FINALLY he comes and puts this cast on. He finishes and tells me to suspend her foot by hanging onto her toes for 15 minutes while it dries because he's done. Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Kierra giggles the entire time thankfully - but I mean you can only laugh so long when someone is holding up a heavy casted leg that hurts, by your toes no less. Finally the thing sets (she picked green), and we get ready to leave. I'm waiting for discharge papers or directions or something. Nurse comes in, shoves a pamphlet at me and tells me to come back in 3 weeks and they'll remove it. Then Kierra get's pissed because her shoe obviously doesn't fit over her cast. I inquire what does she walk with. She won't use the crutches. So the nurse brings this little walking sandal. How summery! Now it's 7:30pm and we haven't had dinner. Me being nice mom, takes her to Wendy's.

All this time my husband is out of town by the way. He's in a conference that he company has every year.... in Banff. I call him to tell him I'm in the ER, then later to say Kierra is being casted. So he took my cue and came home a day earlier. What a sport! Of course he's pissed (as am I) at the original doctor from Sunday.

Ask me if this has slowed Kierra down..... no. She's runnning and doing this little gimpy hop cast and all. The child is insane!!! She'd ride her bike if you let her. In fact she wants to play at the playground. I have a feeling it's going to be a long three weeks .... for both of us.