A Trip to the Vet

Zinnia was 4 months old yesterday. We aren't accomplishing very much over here, but everyone is healthy and alive so that is good. It's naptime and alas everyone is asleep. I want a nap so badly but I can't bring myself to lay down. I think that there is some sort of radar that emanates from our house when I lay down. It wills the baby to wake up, the phone to ring, or the ups man to ring the doorbell setting off the dogs.

Pictured above is our little trip to the vet this morning. Last night I realized that Clementine (Temma) really hadn't been moving much. In fact I carried her up the stairs and put her in bed with us last night so that I could monitor her. She didn't really move all night and as I lay there waiting for the baby to wake up all I could think about was what she could possibly be hiding.
This morning she was not any better and could not bring herself to walk to her food bowl. This is when the alarms really starting going off for me. So, I loaded everyone up and off we went to the vet. It was an exciting trip. First the 55 lb dog had to be carried to the car, followed by each twin and Zinnie P. Upon arriving at the vet I carried the dog in, and then began the unload of the 3 children. I have to say it went pretty good for the first 20 min... as the appointment went on the texts to Kat became more and more needy until she said she would come on by and give a hand. The pictures are out of order, but i think you can tell by the ones of Daphne and Penelope that we eventually hit a wall. Thank goodness Katrina and Harper swooped in at the last second and loaded everyone back up in the car. AND, our dear Temma just has a torn muscle, thank goodness!

The end of the fuzzy pajama brigade

I think it probably started with Cody. He was in his little lemon yellow jammies when I was in junior high. And boy, was he cute! He had taffy curls and was snuggly. Now he is the Cody we all know and love, several college degrees, a National Championship ring, a RoseBowl ring, his own home, a job and 3 cats. How did that happen? I can only imagine how fast time will fly with my own kids. In fact, if I think about it I get a stomach ache.

Last night I realized we were out of nighttime diapers for Harper. Its been a long time coming. I hate to admit she's almost 4! But, I am one lazy mom and it has been sooo much easier to just change a wet diaper in the AM. I treasure my sleep and I didn't want to add an extra trip to her room at night if I could help it. I was smug knowing she wouldn't be able to do it. I had an extra set of sheets out, an extra blanket and I tried to go to bed early in case she needed me. And, as children seem to always do, she proved me wrong. Up she shot at 7 this morning dry as a bone.

While Harper has been out of fuzzy jammies for a while, there is a pair that hangs lonely in her closet. Just in case she wanted to put them on for old time sake.... would they even fit anymore? But now with the diapers becoming history its time to get realistic. Its time to clean out the diaper/wipe drawer. I guess I can use it for DS and Ipod chargers. Somehow, that's not as sweet and endearing as diapers and wipes. Next, I guess I will move on to sippy cup kingdom. They have multiplied like rabbits and are overtaking my cupboard. I will save 2 princess ones for the twins when they visit. The list will go on and on as the kids get older. However, unless I want to be on the TLC hoarding series, I need to let these things go.

Somehow, letting go of the material things is hard. I realize I am not slamming a door on the "little kid" stage and its good to keep things moving on. But, as I age, I wonder if I will remember it all exactly the way it happened. I know I won't which in many instances is probably a good thing. Cranberry juice in a sippy cup teetering on the edge of the table is part of our family fabric. The sound of footie pajama soles racing across wood floors is part of it too. The ipod, the wii, the dance classes, girl scouts, and elementary school will all weave in one way or another. Its nice to move forward and bittersweet looking back.

*footnote- this post was written several weeks ago. We just got back from a whirlwind trip to San Diego with the C. Stavigs and my parents. Harper had an accident one evening and had to borrow pink footie pajamas from the twins for the night. What a treat for her and for me!