<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 18:19:02 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Mommie Squared</title><description>This blog is about my everyday life as a stay at home mom to two beautiful children one of which has Type 1 diabetes.</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-332258325102929397</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T23:14:06.392-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pod change nights</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>birthday</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bad week</category><title>The week from Hell</title><description>Last week was a rough one. I should have known since I had 3 doctors appointments scheduled for the kids in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday started off good. Then when Izzy got home from school it was time to do a pod change. Usually these aren't too big of a deal. We are trying to convince her to wear the pod on her tummy or hip more often since those sites seem to work for a longer period then the arms that she favors. Today however she did not want to do a pod change. I got the pod started and was about to put it on her when she decided that she did not want to wear the pod anymore. Usually all I have to do when she doesn't want to put a new pod on is remind her that if she doesn't wear the pod she will have to go back to having 4-6 shots a day. Usually when I tell her this she relents and we put the pod on and go about our business. This time she said that she wanted the shots. I thought that if she had one shot that she would want to go back to the pod so I went ahead and gave her an injection since her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blood sugar&lt;/span&gt; was on the high side. The little booger said "That didn't hurt at all. I want to do shots instead of putting on the pod." I was flabbergasted. I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Omni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pod to find out how long I had with the active pod before it wouldn't work anymore. They said 59 minutes. Lovely. I had less then an hour to change her mind. I then called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I had no idea how to decide how much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lantus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to give her to cover her for the day. In my mind I was thinking that if we did the shots for a whole day and she had to go without eating whenever she wanted to like she used to then she would be willing to go back on the pod. It was after hours so it took a while for the doc to call me back. When she called me back I had to give her the info about Izzy's basal rates which were in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PDM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't look at them unless I acted as if I were putting the pod on and inserting it. So I had to blow another pod. Lovely. While I was on the phone with the doctor my hubby walked in. After her figured out what was going on he told Isabelle that she was going to put the pod on because we were not going back to shots. So, she changed her mind and let me put her new pod on. Great. I was emotionally spent for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of having to go back to shots and figuring out insulin to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ratios by hand and writing everything down every second it was happening just made my head explode. I'm so glad we didn't have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning both kids had dental appointments at 8:00am.  Lovely.  We were there on time.  I still don't know how.  I also don't know how it took them almost 2 hours to get us out of the office.  That night Alex threw up in the bathtub after I already had everyone bathed and shampooed. Great. I spent the night scrubbing the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Alex didn't want to go to school. I took him anyway. I really thought that the aforementioned bathtub incident was because he had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; sucked down too much water and threw up after coughing too hard. It wasn't until Friday that I realized he was really sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon Izzy had her 5 year old check up.  She is doing really well.  The doctor was very pleased with her growth for the year.  The only thing that sucked is that her appointment was at 3:45.  We got there early.  3:20.  I don't think I have ever been that early to a kids doctors appointment.  We left the office at around 5:30.  Yes, that's right.  Over two hours sitting in the doctors office.  Never again.  I knew I always took morning appointments for a reason.   We left the doctors office and I realized that we had a little less then an hour before we had to leave to go to our class at the church.  So somehow I had to get home, feed to children, bathe two children, pack snacks for two children, feed me and Thomas, and leave the house by 6:30 so that we wouldn't be late.  Hello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;!  We barely made it.  Hectic, hectic, hectic.  By the time we got home that night around 9:45 everyone fell in to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. My birthday. I woke up around 4AM feeling horrible. Not long after that I was in the bathroom with the stomach flu. The whole nine yards. What a way to spend my birthday. I couldn't even get Izzy to school. I knew I wouldn't make it there and back without needing a bathroom. So I spent the day at home, alternating between the bathroom and the couch and letting the kids do whatever they wanted as long as it didn't mean climbing on Mommy or really coming anywhere near me. They were actually angels. I can't believe how good they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I spent most of the day resting and trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recuperate&lt;/span&gt;. By Sunday I was feeling a lot better then I was on Friday, but I am still really worn out and tired. Monday morning Thomas woke up with it. Lovely. Wish me luck that Izzy doesn't get it. Alex still has diarrhea from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-332258325102929397?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-from-hell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-3684534066893915205</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T22:41:42.498-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pod change nights</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Omnipod</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Type 1 diabetes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>insulin pump</category><title>Some nights...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pod changes really suck.  Started off with the pod change and Izzy was at a really nice 135.  We changed the pod, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bolused&lt;/span&gt; to get a little bit of insulin going and went off outside to play.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;About and hour or so later we came in to get some dinner.  I checked her blood sugar and she was around 230.  Not bad for a pod change night.  There have been many times that she has ended up in the 400's on pod change night.  I was feeling pretty good about the night.  Usually Isabelle ends up staying up late on pod change nights because her numbers are so high and it takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; long for them to come down.  I guess that was my downfall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The night was moving along and I was about to move the kids upstairs to bath and then bed when Izzy wanted dessert.  After negotiations we landed on a pop-tart.  These usually suck because they really spike her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloodsugar&lt;/span&gt;, but since her numbers were so good...I gave it to her.  About 3 bites into the darn thing I gave her the bolus to cover the pop-tart (37 grams of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; for just one...not one package!!!!) and the pod starts alarming.  Dag-um!!!!  I wanted to grab the pop-tart and banish it to the garbage can, but I didn't.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; got a new pod started and put on, the old pod taken off and re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bolused&lt;/span&gt; her for the pop-tart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After her bath and her story I checked her blood sugar while holding my breath.  208!  Holy crap!!!  That's great!  It was just a little over an hour since her last bolus so not bad at all.  Of course within an hour she was calling to me telling me that she was low, she was actually right around 150.  Not too bad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We really are going through a ton of pods lately though.  It seems that at almost every pod change something happens and we have to start a second one.  Thank God we got her prescription changed to 1 pod every 2 days instead of 1 every 3 days.  Hopefully that will give us some wiggle room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-3684534066893915205?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-nights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-6111167988468184251</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T09:36:24.900-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bryan Adams</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>fandom</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Isabelle</category><title>Bryan Adams Fever</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For Christmas I got the best Christmas present ever from my hubby. Now, I have to say usually he is not that great at the gift giving thing as most men are. This time he hit it out of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me two tickets to go see Bryan Adams in concert!!!!! I was very excited. I can't believe that he actually remembered me telling him that I wanted to go. And really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I can't&lt;/span&gt; believe that we actually got to go without major drama. My friend, actually more like my sister, Lori came over and learned how to take care of Isabelle and kept them both. She actually had them both in bed when we got home. That is a huge accomplishment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was absolutely FABULOUS!!!! We were in the first row of the balcony so we had really great views, but I couldn't really see Bryan's face. The entire show was basically just him. He had another guy come and play piano on a few songs, but other then that it was Bryan, his guitar and his harmonica. It was the best concert that I have ever been to. I've been to two other Bryan Adams concerts (maybe three...my memory fails me) and a couple of other concerts thrown in. This was the most powerful concert I have ever seen. I sat there with my mouth hanging open almost all of the time. Bryan talked to the audience during the show and it really felt like we were hanging out with Bryan Adams.  It was so AWESOME!!!!!  I don't know what else to say about it other then if you get the chance, go and see the show. I found this on You Tube and can't quite get the video to embed. Maybe I'll get it worked out, but if I don't just follow the link to check out a video from this tour so that you can get a feel for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJwXjNbbyME"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJwXjNbbyME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course as soon as Isabelle found out that I was going somewhere fun that she was not getting to go she started begging to go. Since the concert every time we get in the car she demands that I put Bryan Adams on the stereo. She keeps saying that I am his number 1 fan and she is his number 2 fan. Too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-6111167988468184251?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2009/01/bryan-adams-fever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-4365931755526679093</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 03:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-29T22:34:07.760-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Baby is 5!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SVmWEapx0sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fW2YaYu78sk/s1600-h/Izzy+close+up+Christmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285420640314184386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SVmWEapx0sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fW2YaYu78sk/s320/Izzy+close+up+Christmas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can 't believe it. On Christmas Eve my sweet little girl turned 5!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-4365931755526679093?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-baby-is-5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SVmWEapx0sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fW2YaYu78sk/s72-c/Izzy+close+up+Christmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-2912839036944980659</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-29T22:24:55.290-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Christmas</category><title>Merry Christmas!</title><description>Yeah...I know.  I'm late.  What's new?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!  I hope that everyone had a wonderful holiday whatever you celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really great Christmas.  My Mom and Dad, my sister-in-law Teresa, my niece and nephew Garrett &amp;amp; Logan, my Father and Mother in-law and my little brother Jason were all here for Christmas morning.  I am so blessed that my family and my in-law family all get along.  My children get the benefit of sharing the holiday with both of their sets of grandparents with the exception of Thomas' mother who lives in Virginia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to blog about...sorry I have been out of the loop so to speak for so long but I am hoping to catch up on my blog reading and writing.  I have lots of ideas for blog posts and some things that I have been meaning to post about but just haven't gotten the chance to do it yet.  What can I say...life has been very hectic.  And it has been getting to me.  Stay posted.  Pretty soon things will be posted.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-2912839036944980659?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-7397590497109953550</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T08:34:32.546-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>glasses</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Princess Peepers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Strabismus</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Isabelle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>eye patches</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>princesses</category><title>Princesses DO Wear Glasses!!!!!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and Patches too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244928600707955186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SMm6xgV7-fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FNiXM746He4/s320/August+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We visited the eye doctor in August and Isabelle's lazy eye has gotten stronger, but the other eye has gotten weaker. So now we have to patch. We are patching for 2 hours a day. When the doctor told us that she would have to wear a patch she got very excited. She wanted me to put her patch on right then. When we got home and I got the chance to put her patch on she realized quickly that she did NOT like it. It has been like pulling teeth every single day since then to get her to wear the patch. She has been doing better with her glasses though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; last April I bought her new glasses because her prescription had become much stronger. I let her pick out her new glasses and of course she picked out a pink pair. They look adorable and she really likes them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On another note...to all of the parents out there that found this blog looking for something to help their little princesses become more at ease with their glasses there is hope! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245126844241034210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SMpvEzDaO-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/I5905IdA1eo/s320/Peepers.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A while back I was contacted by &lt;a href="http://www.pamcalvert.com/"&gt;Pam Calvert&lt;/a&gt;. She is an author that has written a book called "&lt;a href="http://www.pamcalvert.com/princess_peepers"&gt;Princess Peepers&lt;/a&gt;" and it is about a little princess that wears glasses. It was due out on September 1. I haven't gotten a chance to see the book yet. I should have gone over to Border's today to check it out. It seems to be on sale at Borders, Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, Books A Million, and Amazon (according to my online search). I can't wait to get my hands on it and read it with Isabelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pam was kind enough to allow me to post a link to her website and the website for the book. She also sent along some pictures from the book and of her own little princess reading it. Enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is of Pam (the author) and her little Princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244929807730822642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SMm73w2nTfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zzkIiD4pRkw/s320/pam+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244929813632130306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SMm74G1mHQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FoiqvUFqzzA/s320/Princess+peep+head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244931464755962610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SMm9YNwMYvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KbYqx8Pvh-c/s320/prince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244931473235350386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SMm9YtV1k3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/nBqtywiobz4/s320/princesspeepersdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-7397590497109953550?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/09/princesses-do-wear-glasses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SMm6xgV7-fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FNiXM746He4/s72-c/August+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-4145063559574244690</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T20:46:03.572-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Isabelle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>First day of school</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diabetes</category><title>First Day of School</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SKTrvME_fiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lkya3O4wbSQ/s1600-h/August+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234567862839901730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SKTrvME_fiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lkya3O4wbSQ/s320/August+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SKTrvcLfw-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/CYwIKAdurIk/s1600-h/August+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234567867162149858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SKTrvcLfw-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/CYwIKAdurIk/s320/August+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SKTo6cQSkQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eZCMT-a_tBA/s1600-h/August+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She wasn't excited at all. Can you tell? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isabelle started her first day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K on Monday. She is at a new school. It was a really hard decision for Thomas and I to make. We had to decide weather to send her back to our Church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-school program for a 4 day, half day program or to send her to a lottery funded 5 day all day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k. We decided to go with the lottery funded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k for a few different reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we were getting close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k I started to get excited because where I am from all of the lottery funded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k programs are run through the school system. Or at least they were when my nephew went though the program about 9 years ago. To me that meant that there was a possibility of a school nurse being there and that made me feel a little more comfortable. As I started the process of researching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k programs in our area I found out that they are all in day care centers. I couldn't believe it. After calling the 2 centers closest to our house I found out that one of them had experience with Type 1. My goal was to get her into that program. Long story short, she ended up on their waiting list. I was bummed. I went ahead and secured her a position in our church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school that she has been in since she was 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then when the kids were at my Mom's at the end of May I was driving past a lottery funded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k program that had a sign out front that said that they were enrolling. Not to mention that just under that sign they were advertising that they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NAEYC&lt;/span&gt; Accredited. I went in and looked around and talked to the Director and the Owner and signed her up. That is where she is now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went in the week before school started to meet with her teacher and her assistant teacher and to train everyone on what they would need to do to take care of Isabelle. This is the first time I have had to 'train' anyone on how to give Isabelle insulin and how to use our pump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The meeting went well, but I could sense some apprehension. But I had to keep remembering that ANYONE would feel apprehension when they were learning how to take care of a child with d. God knows I did. They asked me to come to school with her the first day so that I would be there to work everything out. I agreed to do that but also warned them that I might have to bring Alex with me as babysitters are few and far between. Oh yeah...the director made a comment during the meeting that she didn't think that licensing would allow them to give insulin. I said that they would have to. The one thing that makes the whole situation more difficult is that they feed the children while they are there. Two snacks and lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first day went pretty well. One of my mommy friends B. kept Alex for me for the entire day. Thank you B!!! That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; made things easier. I went in with her and we got started. Isabelle liked her new friends. I went and met with the women who prepares the food. I took the menu (they actually gave it to me when I signed her up) and we went over it together. I figured out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; counts as closely as I could and copied it for everyone. I walked her teachers through checking her finger and giving her boluses that day. Everything seemed to be working out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, but when we came in from playing outside before lunch they missed Isabelle saying that she was very tired and hungry. That is Izzy speak for I am LOW. I had told them this verbally and in writing at our meeting. I told them that they needed to go ahead and check her now instead of waiting the 10 minutes until lunch. They did and she was low. We treated her and everything was fine. It did bug me that they didn't notice her feeling tired and hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that first day I told Isabelle that she would have to make sure that if she felt bad at all that she needed to take one of her teachers by the hand and tell them that she was not feeling well so that they could check her finger. She said that she would, but who wants to give a 4 year old that kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;? One of the things that I hate the most about D is that it makes my little girl grow up more quickly in ways that I don't want her to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second day was really her first day without Mommy. It went great!!! Ms. R. and I have quickly developed a system of her calling me whenever she checks Isabelle. That way I can help her decided how much insulin to give her and she gets confirmation on what she is doing so that she doesn't mess anything up (her words not mine). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Izzy has been in school for 4 days now and it is going really great! The teachers have had to handle a couple of lows and they did really great. I feel much more relaxed then I have in I don't even remember how long. I have spent my days with Alex which I think has helped me feel more relaxed because I feel that he is finally getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of the mommy time that he has not been able to have because of Izzy having D. When she was in the church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school she was only there 3 days a week and only there 4 hours out of the day. We had so many problems last year that we ended up spending a LOT of time at the school so he really didn't get much time with me. That has all changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that I am a bit more relaxed maybe I will be able to get back to blogging on a semi-regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SKTo6_IeGWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AZQK0-baiDc/s1600-h/August+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-4145063559574244690?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SKTrvME_fiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lkya3O4wbSQ/s72-c/August+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-6602941424403126813</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T21:14:10.559-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>passing gas</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>yucky boys</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Alex</category><title>Snips and Snails and Puppydog tails</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SKTmI6yd91I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5lH4FKNlibs/s1600-h/Fudgesicle+Face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561707805636434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SKTmI6yd91I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5lH4FKNlibs/s320/Fudgesicle+Face.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I grew up the middle of three children and the only girl. I was a tomboy, but as I grew I came to realize that boys are gross. They tend to get dirtier then girls, they always seem to 'accidentally' get yucky stuff everywhere. It was my experience that when you are sharing a bathroom with a boy there are going to be boogers and pee somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alex is such a sweet little guy. Imagine my amazement when I realized that he is a stinky boy! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went into his room the other afternoon to wake him up because I needed to pick Izzy up from school. He was hard to wake up and looked like he really wanted to stay asleep. I rolled him over and started to change his diaper. He passed some gas and we both laughed. I got his pants off and started removing his diaper. As soon as I got the diaper off he tooted again. This one really surprised me and because he had not pooped yet, it alarmed me. I jumped. Alex thought this was hilarious. We both ended up laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then comes the stinky boy part. He said "Watch this Mommy!" I saw his little body tense up and the little booger pooted at will! Then he did it again 3 more times! Geez...if he can do this at 2 what will he be like at 13???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah...shouldn't I get bonus points for how many different words I used for passing gas? LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-6602941424403126813?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/08/snips-and-snails-and-puppydog-tails.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjY3Fn1UOGs/SKTmI6yd91I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5lH4FKNlibs/s72-c/Fudgesicle+Face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-3666173224624010527</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T19:35:23.370-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sweet Alex</category><title>Sweet nothings in my ear</title><description>My mornings have changed a little with the kids.  Izzy wakes up and she usually comes and cuddles with me until we hear Alex.  Then she runs in and lets him out of his room.  Sometimes she just goes straight there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Izzy stopped by Alex's room and let him out before coming into my room.  Alex was the first to wake me.  He jumped up onto the bed next to me and put his head down on me in a hug.  Then he said, "Hi Mommy!  You look beautiful!  I love you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; sweet.  What a way to start the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-3666173224624010527?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-nothings-in-my-ear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-3971999816582767530</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 23:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T19:32:18.265-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Omnipod</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>starting the pump</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>brave Izzy</category><title>Pumps are Ggggrrrreeeaaattt!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We finally got started on our pump.  We choose the &lt;a href="http://www.myomnipod.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Omni&lt;/span&gt; Pod&lt;/a&gt; for Isabelle because it did not have any tubing and it seemed to offer everything else that we wanted in a pump.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We started a saline start on June 16 and then we went in on June 20 to do the insulin start.  The saline start went smoothly.  We had a good time learning the pump during the week and Isabelle didn't complain too much when we had to change the pod and believe it or not she didn't even complain about the insertion.  She calls it the scary tickle because you never know when it is going to happen.  She does not however like having to take the old pod off.  It seems that removing the sticky tape that holds the pod on is the biggest issue.  She says that it hurts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we were at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endo's&lt;/span&gt; office doing the insulin start Isabelle pitched the biggest fit because we had to take the old pod off and put a new one on.  She did NOT like it and the whole office heard about it.  It reminded me of our early days on insulin shots.  I practically had to hold her down to get the new pod on her.  We left the office feeling really excited and hopeful.  But, I was dreading having to be up all night.  We were told that we would have to check her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BS's&lt;/span&gt; every 2 hours for the first 24 hours on the pump and then every 4 hours the second day on the pump including throughout the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had planned to do something special with Isabelle to commemorate the new pump.  She decided that she wanted to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; and watch them make donuts and have one.  So off we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;.  When we were at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;endo's&lt;/span&gt; office she was in the low 200's.  Nice number considering the major screaming and fit that was thrown.  By the time we got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; her blood sugar was in the low 300's.  Still not too bad considering the emotions of the afternoon.  So we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bolused&lt;/span&gt; for the donut and the high and went home to give Daddy-O and Alex their donuts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided to go to the mall and let the kids play in the fountain to kind of wind down the day.  When we made it to the fountain I checked her BS to make sure that she wasn't low because she had a big bolus.  Nope.  Not a chance.  She was in the low 400's.  I checked for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;keytones&lt;/span&gt;, but luckily none.  I decided to let her play and gave her lots of water.  When we were leaving I checked her again.  She was still in the low 400's.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bolused&lt;/span&gt; her again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We get home and it was about 3 hours after we left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;endo's&lt;/span&gt; office.  I was trying not to freak out.  It was time for dinner so I was in the process of making her a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hotdog&lt;/span&gt; when my cell phone rang.  It was Nurse T. from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;endo's&lt;/span&gt; office just checking in on us.  I have never been so relieved to hear from someone in my life!  I was totally trying not to freak out and Thomas had been in a car accident the evening before and was upstairs asleep so I was on my own.  T walked me through everything.  And we decided to wait for another hour to see if she would come down or not.  I was thinking at this point that I needed to change that pod.  We finally decided an hour later to change the pod because obviously there was no insulin getting through.  Amidst much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shrieking&lt;/span&gt; and crying we got the pod changed, a bath, and she finally fell asleep.  She was still in the 400's.  After checking her every hour for the next three hours we were still not seeing any signs of the pump working.  I was totally freaking out.  T was calling to check in every hour.  We finally decided around midnight that the pod was going to have to be disconnected and we were going to have to give her shots.  So at midnight I was giving her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Humalog&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lantus&lt;/span&gt;.  She finally came down around 3 am.  I can't believe that she made it through the night with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;keytones&lt;/span&gt;.  Towards the end of the night she was at moderate, but by the morning she was negative.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; nervous and feeling very discouraged.  I didn't know what to do.  We decided to just take a break from the pump on Saturday and try again either Saturday evening or Sunday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday came and we were having to give shots.  Late in the afternoon we put on a new pod in a new spot.  It worked!  Later that evening I picked up the owner's manual to read over it again to see if there was something that we missed.  It suggested pinching up the skin around the pod before insertion.  Especially when being placed on a spot that is lean.  Duh!  I don't know how we missed that the first time through the book or if they mentioned it at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;endo's&lt;/span&gt; how we missed it then.  Izzy is lean everywhere.  When we did our next pod change I pinched and it worked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that from Friday night to Monday night I got maybe 8 hours of sleep.  I'm still trying to catch up.  Thomas let me get in a long nap yesterday so that has helped enormously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The biggest problem that we are having now is that when we change a pod her numbers are going high.  I think we might have gotten it figured out though.  Now when I know that we are going to change a pod I give her a double bolus of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;basel&lt;/span&gt; dosage.  That has seemed to do the trick.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isabelle is doing really great with her pump.  She loves it.  She has decided that she likes it much better then shots.  By the time of our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; pod change she quit screaming and complaining.  Now she says that she is ready for the tickle and she is not scared anymore.  She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; brave!!!  I can't believe that she has done so well.  One evening she was having some ice cream and Thomas told her that she could have more ice cream because she had a pump now.  That seemed to change how she felt about the pump.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Izzy's BS numbers have been really great.  It is amazing how much the pump has done for that.  It has also relaxed our lives a great deal.  I no longer have to stop whatever I am doing to sit down with a paper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt; and figure out what she needs for her insulin.  It makes a huge difference to just put in how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; she has eaten and push a button.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, overall, even with the craziness at the beginning it is really great.  We are really happy with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Omni&lt;/span&gt; Pod.  We have had some issues with the pod falling off.  But, I dare say that most of that is due to having a very active preschooler.  She is learning to be more careful with it.  The first week she pulled one off when she slid into a chair.  It was on her lower back and just popped off part of it.  The cannula stayed in so I just taped it onto her until we could get home and change it.  Today she was playing with me and trying to run from me and knocked the entire pod off after hitting the wall.  I guess that we have been lucky that on the days that she has had a pod fall off it has been a day to change the pod anyway.  We also had an issue with the water and the pod.  Seems we were only supposed to allow her to be in the water for 30 minutes at a time.  I remember the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cde&lt;/span&gt; telling me that but for some reason it went in one ear and out the other.  So, it fell off.  But, we won't let that happen again.  :)  Live and learn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry this post has been so long and crazy.  I have been trying to find the time to post and have just been so exhausted from loosing so much sleep that I haven't done it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-3971999816582767530?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/06/pumps-are-ggggrrrreeeaaattt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-1570683709242949030</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 03:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-22T22:45:53.178-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>insulin pump</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>starting the pump</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>craziness</category><title>Craziness</title><description>I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much to blog about diabetes wise, but to be honest I just don't have the words or the energy to find them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say that starting on the pump did not go smoothly.  Things are getting better, but I'm guarded.  I will try to sit down tomorrow after I have dealt with the aftermath of a weekend without housework and write all of my thoughts down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-1570683709242949030?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/06/craziness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-2278242760052428518</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T14:00:17.710-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Meme</category><title>Finally, a MeMe post</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://threeyearsfree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Penny&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tagged me a while ago, and I have never gotten around to it. So here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random, facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 6 people to be tagged, list their names &amp;amp; why you tagged them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment saying “You’re it!” &amp;amp; to go read your blog. You cannot tag the person that tagged you, so since you’re not allowed to tag me back; let me know when you are done so I can go read YOUR weird, random, facts, habits and goals. Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I used to be a portrait photographer. But, I rarely take pictures of my kids. I guess I'm kinda lazy that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. We have the coolest new park near our house. It seriously makes me want to be a kid again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I am a horrible housekeeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. My favorite flavor is raspberry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. I cannot stand to go to bed without brushing my teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. The music from Final Fantasy X makes me want to scream. Literally. Ask my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. I am addicted to Guiding Light and I have been since spending the summer with my Lanny when I was in 3rd grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Before I had children I was actually quite intelligent. Lately I feel like all I use my brain for is counting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; and figuring out how much insulin to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. I love chic lit books. Anything that takes me out of my normal life and makes me not think too much is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. I used to be a Resident Advisor in college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. That's about it. Off to tag some more people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-2278242760052428518?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-meme-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-9204420173623837810</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-26T22:58:57.721-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>stages</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>door knobs</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Alex</category><title>The Final Frontier</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I knew it was coming.  I just kept hoping it would take a while longer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you are going through motherhood for the first time you can't wait for your child to hit those major milestones.  You know the ones, rolling over, sitting up, crawling, walking, talking, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;daaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;...opening the door knobs.  As a second time mom I have found myself not really wanting to rush things.  Alex has hit all of the major milestones so far, but not the final one until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He now OPENS DOORKNOBS!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eeeekkkkk&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  This was my last defense.  Thomas told me yesterday that that he did it like 3 times, but he didn't do it for me until today.  And he did it numerous times.  It's so funny that he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; late in this milestone because Isabelle did it before she turned 2.  Actually it took her like 2 evenings after we took the side off of her crib.  We took the side off of Alex's crib in January.  It's now May.  I was secretly hoping that it wouldn't happen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I am looking forward to him not wanting to stay in his room when it is time to take a nap or go to bed.  He can also get into my hiding places (the laundry room and the closet) without the help of his older sister.  And let's not forget the bathrooms.  He has been obsessed for some time with flushing the toilet so we have kept the bathroom doors closed so that he can't get in there and flush the toilet numerous times.  We are in the middle of a drought so we have water restrictions and I REALLY don't want to have to pay extra money because we have gone over our normal water usage.  So far he hasn't tried to get out of his room when he wasn't supposed to.  I actually think that it hasn't crossed his mind yet that he can open his door and leave when he wants to.  We'll see how long that lasts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-9204420173623837810?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/05/final-frontier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-1717793805515899112</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-22T20:36:39.829-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Izzyism</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>car trip</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Alex</category><title>Finger Love</title><description>I went and picked the kids up today from Alabama.  By the end of our trip poor little Alex had had enough of being in his car seat.  He started crying and whining and every time I had to stop at a light of slow down and would say "Go Go Go!!!!".  He finally woke Izzy up who actually fell asleep.  When she woke up she was trying to get him to calm down and quit crying.  I suggested that she hold his hand as that might calm him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached over and took his hand.  He of course quit crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "Momma, when I hold his hand I feel love coming all the way from my fingers to my heart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-1717793805515899112?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/05/finger-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-6140954724603716605</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-22T20:31:15.395-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Type 1 diabetes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>vacation</category><title>Mommy's Vacation</title><description>I got my first vacation from Diabetes this week.  My Mom and Dad volunteered to take Isabelle and Alex for a few days.  I took them over there on Friday and came back home alone on Sunday.  It's so strange how quiet that drive is when you are by yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to have dinner with my hubby and we actually made it to the movies.  Without the children.  It was really nice.  I got to relax and do whatever I wanted to do and I got to eat anything I wanted whenever I wanted without worrying about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; counts and weather or not Isabelle would want some if she saw it.  I slept in late every morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; missed the kids, but I really needed the break.  It was the first time that Alex was away from us for any length of time since he has been old enough to understand.  He did really great!  He didn't even cry for me.  I think he was too busy making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt; walk him all the way up Booger Hill.  Isabelle also did really well.  She said that she missed me and my Mom said that she asked about me a couple of times, but all in all she did really great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that really bugs me is that my parents say that her behavior was really great.  Even though she had some highs while she was over there.  When she is with me, she often has major meltdowns and screaming fits when her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blood sugars&lt;/span&gt; are out of whack.  None of that for Meme and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt; though.  Makes me realize that she can control her temper when she wants too.  I guess this summer is going to be lots of fun for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-6140954724603716605?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommys-vacation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-3991048220136231041</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-20T21:00:49.447-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Omnipod</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Type 1 diabetes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Isabelle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>insulin pump</category><title>Pumping it up</title><description>Thomas and I finished our classes tonight that we need to do to get Isabelle on the pump.  We will order our pump this Friday.  We are going to get an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Omnipod&lt;/span&gt;.  Everyone is looking forward to it including Isabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a trial pod and tried it on Isabelle.  The first one that we put on stayed on for a little over 24 hours.  Then something strange happened.  I realized that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt; buzzing sound was coming from the pump.  After talking to the pump rep we found out that the ones that they give out to use for trials are pumps that have been found defective in some way.  And when  an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omnipod&lt;/span&gt; isn't working they buzz like that.  It took me about 4 hours after I first noticed the noise to realize that it was the pump.  By that time I had the absolute worst headache I have had in years.  So we took that one off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second pump lasted for the normal 3 days.  Isabelle did a really great job with it.  She loved wearing it and showing it to everyone.  We are very hopeful.  Now I am really anxious to see how she does with the insertion.  I hope it goes well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will be pumping it up within the next month or so.  As it works out Izzy has an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Endo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; on Friday and since I have all of the needed homework already done we are going to go ahead and order our pump on Friday.  We are all really excited.  Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-3991048220136231041?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/05/pumping-it-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-5337737320339346274</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-20T20:53:09.648-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Evel Knievel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Alex</category><title>Evel Knievel  Rides Again</title><description>Alex has been quite the crazy child lately.  Still a complete sweetie, but just trying his luck with everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago Friday he fell as he was running to play with Isabelle and ran into the corner of the wall.  He had the biggest goose egg.  If he had hit it any harder we would have been at the ER getting stitches.  He still had the bruise over a week later.  The same day he dropped something heavy on his foot and left a huge bruise.  Later that day he slammed his fingers in a door.  Not his best day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days after that I went up to get him up from a nap that wasn't happening and found him sitting in the TOP DRAWER of his dresser.  I almost peed my pants!  We have since put latches on the dresser so hopefully that is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, the kids and I were at my Mom and Dad's house in Alabama.  They have a few riding toys (the battery powered kind) for the kids.  We had finished playing when them and put them up on the porch to plug them in and get re-charged.  The kids and I were on the porch playing while my Dad and Mom were getting ready to take everyone on a boat ride.  The porch is about 3 feet off of the ground with no railing around it.   I was getting up to help Isabelle with something when Alex got on the little motorcycle that they have.  I immediately started towards him and was yelling for him to get off of the motorcycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, accidentally his little foot hit the gas and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;motorcycle&lt;/span&gt; took off with him on it.  He rode the dang thing off of the porch!!!!  I hate it when things like this happen.  They seem to happen in slow motion and you can NEVER get there in time to prevent it from happening.  I saw it all in slow mo...he had a look of terror on his little face as I was running toward him screaming for him to stop.  First the front wheel went off of the porch.  Then the back wheels caught on the pavement and he went flying off of the porch.  His little chest/tummy hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;steering&lt;/span&gt; column and then he flipped over the handle bars and got hung on the handle bars by his shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where he was when I got to him.  He was crying and scared.  But, remarkably, completely unharmed!!!!   The lucky little booger!  Not even a bruise.  I can't believe it. It will be a miracle if he makes it to 3 without an ER visit.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Evel&lt;/span&gt; Knievel eat your heart out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-5337737320339346274?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/05/evel-knievel-rides-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-2464379249155770035</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-20T20:36:55.396-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Type 1 diabetes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Isabelle</category><title>Inspector Blood</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isabelle loves to make believe. She is always asking Thomas and I to be different characters. Today she came up with a new character.  It is called Inspector Blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She has drawn pictures and asked me to write what she said so that it is a book.  Inspector Blood is the person that checks her blood sugar.  Namely Mommy.  Isn't that funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-2464379249155770035?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/05/inspector-blood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-722681606240820921</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-02T22:54:23.732-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Meme</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Izzyism</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>crinkles</category><title>New Izzyism</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Mom is here. We LOVE it when Meme comes. The whole house is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon this week Mom was hanging out with Isabelle while I was typing away on my computer and Izzy wanted to watch Sleeping Beauty. Mom, like me, wanted to take a nap. She said that she would lay down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; the couch and be Sleeping Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle then said: "You can't be Sleeping Beauty. You have CRINKLES on your face! I can be Sleeping Beauty because my face is smooth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mom and I stopped laughing we tried to explain to her that 'crinkles' had to be earned and that they are a badge of honor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that she believed us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-722681606240820921?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-izzyism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-1764815753318290352</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 03:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-02T22:54:46.254-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>insulin pump</category><title>To pump or not to pump...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is the question. Hubby and I are going to a pump information night on Tuesday. This is the first step that we have to go through to get Isabelle on the pump. We are still not sure if that is what we want to do or if she will even want to do it once she understands all that is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some friends at church that have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teen aged&lt;/span&gt; daughter that has D. They are all wonderful and the daughter (as well as the mother) have taken a lot of time with us and with Isabelle talking about their experiences. The daughter is on the pump and also on a continuous glucose monitoring system. She has shown them to all of us and answered many questions about it. After talking to her, Isabelle said she wanted a pump. And it seems that after we have seen them on Sunday she asks for a pump more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I was all for the pump. Then I saw a video on U-Tube of a little girl getting her site changed. I'm not so sure anymore. We have gotten rather comfortable in our little world of insulin injections. Isabelle has been doing really great with her shots lately. She rarely cries anymore and doesn't run from us as often. I just don't know if I can deal with anymore crazy upsets about insulin. I know that after she gets used to it it would be easier. You only have to change a site about every 3 days. You have to give insulin shots at least 4 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thinking that it would help us get more control with her blood sugars. But, I actually had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endo&lt;/span&gt; tell us that that is not always true. So, all of you moms of D kids and people with D, what do you think? Why did you decide to pump or not to pump? Love to hear some feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-1764815753318290352?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-pump-or-not-to-pump.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-6270438802575671520</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 02:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-02T22:55:13.519-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Isabelle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bloodsugars</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>support group</category><title>Hodge Podge</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't been posting lately. I just haven't felt like it. Our lives have been busy. We had a week away at the beach. That was fun, but diabetes was there with us every day. Izzy's blood sugars were in the 300's most of the time we were there. We made some changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blood sugars&lt;/span&gt; have been almost perfect. It has been nice not to feel so worried about her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blood sugars&lt;/span&gt;. It is always nice when diabetes is not the main thing that we think about all day long. But, the last couple of days she has been running high again and I completely forgot for the last two days to send her blood sugars in to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;endo's&lt;/span&gt; office to get some feedback about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little break from high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blood sugars&lt;/span&gt; and then their subsequent return have me thinking a lot about how all of this effects Isabelle. She has major emotional outbursts when she is high or low or dropping or rising quickly. It is almost impossible to deal with. As a parent my first instinct is to use time out to deal with the outbursts and the misbehaving. Then I realize that she is low/high and then I start to wonder if I am doing the right thing. I hate that diabetes makes me do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;double take&lt;/span&gt; almost daily about my parenting abilities. I really hate not knowing what to do. I really, really, really hate how diabetes changes my daughter. When she is high or low she is mean and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;belligerent&lt;/span&gt;. She calls me names and yells at me. She has even started telling me that she doesn't love me. She says I am mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is a normal part of childhood. I know that most if not every child goes through this with their parents. It just really pisses me off that I don't have my sweet wonderful girl every day. One of my fellow d-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; posted about this a few days ago. His post really made me think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eyesrubbed.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-good.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://eyesrubbed.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-good.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun going to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JDRF&lt;/span&gt; support group in my area. When Izzy was first diagnosed there wasn't one. It has really been helpful. I have met some really wonderful women there. So far everyone that I have met has been a Mom of a child with diabetes. Last week I met a Mom of a 4 year old who has just recently been diagnosed. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; glad to meet her and her daughter. I told Isabelle about it and she is really looking forward to meeting the little girl. It is a little sad just how excited she is about meeting another girl her age that has this crazy disease. She was literally jumping up and down. Another fellow d-blogger spoke about this on her blog recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnmtcur.blogspot.com/2008/04/marc-recently-requested-sample-omnipod.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://tnmtcur.blogspot.com/2008/04/marc-recently-requested-sample-omnipod.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I can't even imagine what it will be like for Isabelle to talk to another child who is her same age that is having to deal with this disease the same way that she is. I know that for me, as a mother, it is so exciting to meet another mother who is going through the same things that I am. It really helps to talk to someone who is walking in similar shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-6270438802575671520?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/05/hodge-podge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-3692658515798519549</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T19:49:04.882-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>anniversary</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hospital</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Isabelle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diabetes</category><title>Our First Anniversary</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our first anniversary. I never thought a whole year would pass. In some ways it passed quickly. The children are growing way too fast and I see and feel that passing by way too quickly. On the other hand I remember what happened 1 year ago today. 1 year ago today our lives changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I will forget that day for as long as I live. As soon as the doctor walked into the room I knew something was really, really wrong. I could tell by his face. Those words. The words that came out of his mouth. How I wish he could have been wrong. "Isabelle has Diabetes. You are going to have to take her to the Emergency Room." Just that simple. He should have said...'By the way, your entire life is going to change and you are going to have to stick needles in your child at least 4 times a day not to mention checking her blood sugar via finger pricks every two hours.' That would have been more to the point. Of course I bet he was just trying to get out of the room without making me cry. I still remember calling my husband and telling him what was going on and where to meet us. I remember calling my Mom and asking her to please get in the car (although she had just gotten home after a trip herself) and come over so that someone could be there to take care of Alex. I remember calling Sheila and telling her what was going on. I still remember coming home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hurriedly&lt;/span&gt; packing a bag for myself, my husband and Isabelle for a stay in the hospital for at least a few days; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; time worrying that I was taking too long. I still remember the frantic drive to the children's hospital with two sick children in the car. I remember calling one of the mom's from my mom's group and asking her to post and tell everyone what was going on. I remember getting to the hospital emergency room and being extremely thankful that my husband was there and that they had valet parking. I still remember that Isabelle fell asleep on the ride to the hospital and I didn't know if I should wake her up or let her sleep. I also remember that when Thomas took Izzy out of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; she had peed in her pants. I remember being glad that she was asleep because she would have been really upset about that. I remember thinking that I would never remember all of the information that they were throwing at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's more, but I'm sure if you have read this far you are tired of reading. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really sure what to expect of our first anniversary. Things have gotten easier. Taking care of Isabelle is more automatic then it was a year ago. I hope that with more time it will get even more automatic. We'll see what the future brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Isabelle what today was and I asked her if she remembered not having diabetes. She told me that she did. She also said that she remembers the nice nurse that gave her the yellow care bear. We went out to eat at Moe's tonight for our anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-3692658515798519549?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-first-anniversary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-5949795256875153856</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 00:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T19:18:50.141-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bloodsugars</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diabetes</category><title>A year and a day ago...</title><description>One year ago yesterday we spent our time doing whatever we wanted.  If we wanted to go to the park we went.  We were not ruled by a clock or by a schedule.  We did not know about counting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; or about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Humalog&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lantus&lt;/span&gt;.  We didn't know about the Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Glucagon&lt;/span&gt; kit.  We didn't know about blood sugar meters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy...how things have changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-5949795256875153856?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/04/year-and-day-ago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-4086295684812662756</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-21T23:53:56.435-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>glasses</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Disney</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>girls</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>self esteem</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>princesses</category><title>Princesses DON'T Wear Glasses!</title><description>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; my daughter chooses to dress up like Aurora I am told that, "Princesses DON'T wear glasses!"  My first reaction was to reassure Isabelle that princesses wear glasses when they need glasses.  Over the last couple of weeks as the princess phase has begun full force I have been told that NO princesses wear glasses.  We have begun having battles over Izzy wearing her glasses.  I'm not quite sure what to do about it.  I usually relent when she is playing dress up, but her lazy eye seems to be getting worse and at our last visit the doctor talked about patching.  So, I have really been pushing the glasses.  I relaxed for a week or two.  I only MADE her wear them when we were out and about or when she was going to school.  When she was home she didn't have to wear them.  Then I started to see the crossing again.  So...back in the glasses as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After really thinking about what Isabelle had said I went over all of the princesses that I know of.  She is right!  Princesses don't wear glasses.  I don't even think that in all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the Disney Princess movies that we have (Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid) not one person other then men are wearing glasses.  What kind of a message does that send to our little girls.  I have tried reasoning with her explaining that she is beautiful in her glasses and that it is much better to be able to see then not to see.  She doesn't budge.  She has almost cried on some mornings as we are getting ready to go to school and I make her put them on.  She wants to be beautiful.  She says that her glasses make her look cute, not beautiful.  This child has always been told from day one that she is beautiful and we have done our utmost to build and encourage her self esteem.  But glasses seem to be some sort of a stumbling block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with a friend of mine today and she suggested that I Google princesses wearing glasses.  I got a couple of interesting blog posts and a really cool website that sells t-shirts saying "Have you ever seen a Princess in glasses before?  Well here I am!"  &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/bjortandcompany"&gt;http://www.cafepress.com/bjortandcompany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still haven't found any princesses that are wearing glasses.  So, Disney...where are you?  Why can't you make a princess wear glasses?  How about all of you children's authors out there?  No princess in glasses???  What is going on?  Do I have to write my own book, have it published and write my own movie, get it animated and printed?  Please let me know if any of you reading this knows of any cool princesses that wear glasses.  It just seems to be one more thing that sets my sweet princess apart.   I want her to know that she is beautiful just the way she is...glasses, diabetes and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-4086295684812662756?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/03/princesses-dont-wear-glasses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839974579946706226.post-3461668286150798139</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-21T23:03:55.965-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>social skills</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>Lost social skills</title><description>It has come to my attention that I have spent the last year really, really caught up in my own life.  As a side effect of this I have lost most of my social skills.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not hiding under a rock nor have I completely stopped conversing with people.  It just seems that most of the people that I have the chance to speak to on a regular basis are under 4 feet tall or are people who are selling me things.  That doesn't lead to a whole lot of back and forth conversation.  I think that I have lost the art of conversing like an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I met up with an old friend.  It was way overdue.  She didn't even know about Isabelle's diagnosis.  Between dealing with and chasing children we ended up talking mostly about Izzy and what our life has been like A.D. (after diagnosis).  I didn't even take the opportunity to ask her about her new house, what she has been up to lately, or her husband's new job.  Completely just talked about myself.  The really horrible part of all of it is that I didn't even notice until a couple of days later when I had a few minutes to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a couple of weeks later I ran in to another friend.  I said hello and asked how she was.  You know, the kind of asking that everyone does when you start a conversation.  Really just a how is everything not really a 'So really, HOW ARE YOU?' kind of thing.  She then did ask how Izzy was doing and how I was doing.  We ended our conversation shortly thereafter.  As I was driving home I realized that I had done it again.  I hadn't even asked how her children were!  I realized then that I had completely lost my social skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my heartfelt apology.  To all of my friends and family out there.  If I have offended you or hurt your feelings in any way please forgive me.  I am really working on it.  I'm trying to get better at asking about what is going on in your lives.  Try me again soon.  Hopefully you will see some improvement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839974579946706226-3461668286150798139?l=mommiesquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommiesquared.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost-social-skills.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>