Holy teeth, batman!
Yeah. Teeth. My poor little teething son, who just cut all four molars in like a week’s time span, has his incisors coming in. All four of those are on the rise. His little pooter was all raw and red today from the total excess of saliva. And he’s been this majorly moody tyke (which, compounded with my moodiness from the return of my menses, has made us a fun duo to be around).
Poor little guy. He recognizes his Baby Orajel and Hyland’s Teething tablets, and will try to get his hands on them when he really wants them.
With all four incisors on the move, I guess things are going to be that much harder on him when we make our fifteen-hour trek to San Antonio.
At least he’ll get to go to the SA Zoo, Sea World, and Kiddie Park while we’re there.
Flight Risks
I have a trip coming up to Texas. Two weeks. I’m getting excited about getting out of town, but man am I terrified of flying. Plus it’s going to be hard to traverse the friendly skies with a pissed off, teething toddler.
Yeah. We might be those parents on the plane. What fun.
JR is totally independent, too. Gee, imagine that for a second. He is my son, after all. But he really doesn’t like to be corraled now that he can run. And, boy oh boy, does he have a temper! If he’s still grumpy from teething (his four molars are all cutting, right now) and then figures out that mommy and daddy are taking away his freedom and his toys for 15 hours… well, I apologize to the other people flying in advance.
He could be good. He did a fantastic job flying back in January. Of course, he was like 4 months old, so he mostly slept. I’m sincerely hoping that he’ll sleep at least part of the way because we’re going to be flying all night/early morning. We’re expected to arrive in TX about 10:30 am local time.
And I’m terrified of flying anyway. I’ve had to be sedated to fly ever since I was six. That’s right, when I was six, they had to sedate me to get me on the plane. And it’s been mostly the same ever since. I did really well on the flights to/from Texas back in January, but I think that was sheer exhaustion keeping me from coming unglued mid-flight. I was still scared poopless.
So wish us luck! Give mad props to John for being willing to fly with me and JR.
Beach, sun, sand, how I cannot wait to see you.
PFD 2007
The State of Alaska Permanent Fund Dividend for the year 2007 is going to be $1654.00.
That’s right, $1654.00.
And I won’t get a cent. 
Cloth Diapered Baby
I have the cutest cloth diapered baby in the world. And he knows it. 
Web hosting vent
I hate my web hosting company. Hate it. It’s so frustrating. All I want to do is update my damn page, and it won’t let me. It f*cks it up every time.
Stupid web page. I have to buy a new domain name anyway. Damn it. Damn trademarking regulations.
Fine. I’ll go get more coffee.
Never Go To Chief Andrew Isaac Health Center!
A simple infection, cured by one lonely little pill, has caused me such grief.
I called this morning, clearly stated my symptoms as well as my suspicion about what my infection may be, and got a same-day appointment at Chief Andrew Isaac Health Center. Thirty minutes later, CAIHC called me back bemoaning computer glitches, telling me I needed to reschedule, after I’d made travel arrangements. I was referred to another nurse, with whom I have only had the best of experiences, who promised that my appointment would be honored, and that I would indeed be treated at my late afternoon appointment.
I arrived for my appointment, was greeted with glares and mumbles by the front office staff, was briskly brought into the back, told to offer a urine sample, placed in the wrong room, and ignored for the next forty minutes. What happened after this appalls me beyond belief.
When the provider, Marilyn John PA-C, finally came in, she told me that I do not have a urinary tract infection. Thank you, I figured that I didn’t. She was rude, but she’s always been rude to me. Maybe it’s just me that she doesn’t like, but I would hope for more professionalism to see past personalities. She has been so rude that I had previously informed everyone I could at CAIHC that I would not allow her to treat me or my son. This simple request has been repeatedly ignored by CAIHC staff.
I tried again to explain to John. She said that she wouldn’t examine me for any feminine infections. That that’s not something they do in triage anyway. That I would have to call back tomorrow to set something up with someone else. That no matter what, I was not being treated tonight. I demanded to be seen by another provider. She said, “Well, that’s just not going to happen.” I reminded her that I was promised medical treatment by her colleague, and demanded to be examined as promised. She was dismissive and rude. I told her that I really needed to be seen, that I didn’t want to just be ignored, that I demanded the medical treatment afforded me. She said, “Yeah, we’ll see you,” and walked out.
Maybe two minutes later, CAIHC security came in to tell me that there was no way I was being seen by anyone today, and escorted me out. Seriously.
Seriously.
I was diagnosed at Tanana Valley Clinic tonight with a yeast infection, given a prescription for fluconazole, and after taking one lonely little pill, have my cure.
I am outraged at my treatment by CAIHC staff. As an Alaska Native member of the Fairbanks community, I am entitled to adequate health care by Chief Andrew Isacc Health Center. Nearly every interaction I have had with support staff at CAIHC has been far from adequate. Most, in fact, has been sub-standard. Their incompetence seems almost criminal.
First Birthday, a reflection of sorts
My baby boy turned one year old on September 6th. It’s amazing to me that one whole year has already gone by.
He’s such a big, grown up boy now. Hardly a baby anymore. He’s been walking for a month and a half. He’s practically running now. He climbs on everything. And off of everything too. He’s more expressive, more independent, more charming. More like his daddy every day.
I see pictures of him from when he was a brand new infant, and I get all mushy inside. Part of me really really misses him being that little. Another part of me is just so proud that we’ve done so well. We truly are just blessed. And I have to admit that I have baby fever, bad. Really bad.
We gave him some cake on his birthday (I am so glad that John was home to spend his birthday evening with him). He enjoyed playing with it, but that’s really all he did was play with it. He got a couple of tastes in, but really wasn’t that impressed with it. I was proud of us about that too.
I felt bad, though. We should have just gotten him some bananas if we wanted to give him a treat he’s truly enjoy. He loves bananas.
Crafting Hiatus
I’d been doing really awesome, creating a bunch of new stuff for my store. Then I stopped. I haven’t really done anything for a few days now. I think about it, but I don’t really want to pick up a crochet hook. Or sit and sew. Or cut out patterns. Or… you get the idea. I’m spending more time just playing with JR. Housework isn’t even really getting done (not that it’s bad, just cluttered). I have so many crafty things that I want to do and make and all that, but I guess my hands just needed a break.
So I remember what all I’m working toward, I’ll put it all down here.
* Menstrual pads.
* Nursing pads. (I hate sewing in circles.)
* Cloth wipes.
* Cloth diapers.
* More diaper stackers.
* Shopping cart/high chair cover.
* Canvas grocery bags.
* Crocheted totes.
* Crocheted washcloths/bath back scrubbies/soap savers.
* Patchwork pants for Darrell.
* Some patchwork pants for myself, maybe for John.
* Christmas gifts for… well, everyone. *sigh*
That pretty much covers it.
I think I’ve been more wrapped up in thinking about our upcoming trip to Texas. And some other legal and medical stuff. I’ll give myself a little time, then kick back into gear. I’m sure it’ll happen, likely on it’s own.
Shipping
Ok, people. The last time I checked, Alaska was still part of the United States. As such, you DO NOT need separate (read: international) shipping rates to the STATE of Alaska!!! Grrr!
Morons.
JR’s First Birthday Poem, by me
This first year of your life has flown by so fast
You’ve given us memories that forever will last
We’ll have tons of adventures on the road to year two
But on your first birthday, just remember that we’ll always love you!
