Bischoff Christmas 2010

Ah, Christmas.  Sickness almost took us all out.  By some miracle (or maybe just a lot of praying) my sweet 5 year old niece and Charlie both recovered in time for our big family party.  Dali had the flu and Charlie had strep.  Ask me how it felt to have to take Charlie to the pediatric urgent care on Christmas Eve after her fever still hadn’t come down – two days earlier her peds office told us to “watch and wait” – it never dawned on me that it could be strep.  She never mentioned her throat hurting or anything!  Thank goodness strep is treatable.  We got her on antibiotics ASAP.  She still wasn’t feeling her peppy self on Christmas morning, which was really hard to watch.  Under normal circumstances, she would have been the first to race into the living room to see what Santa had left.  Poor bug.  We postponed our family party till the Monday after Christmas so my niece had an extra day to recover, and I was so happy to get the call that they were in fact on their way to our house.  No doubt about it, travelling with little ones is hard enough without adding sickness to the mix.  My older brother’s family set up camp in Ella’s room (my sister-in-law said they were like refugees) and we had 48 wonderful hours together.  We gorged ourselves on chips, dip, sweets and my brother’s William Sonoma pumpkin butter bars.  Hopefully I haven’t done too much damage to the old body (when I’m finally seeing some encouraging results!) – best to live in denial about that one. Santa was generous this year.  I was pleased as punch that my surprise gift to Vann (actually, not mine at all – I was just the organizer), a chrome Kitchenaid mixer, came together like it did.  Both sets of parents and Vann’s sister contributed to it and it was so fun seeing him open it.  We had agreed “no big gifts this year” (HELLO we are sleeping under the big gift) – but I had to work it out so that he could get what he really wanted.  Last year, Vann surprised me with a beautiful Louis Vuitton “Palermo” bag.  Imagine my face when he presented that big brown box to me – it was the middle of the night and I was nursing Ella and in the heat of a newborn fog – well, let’s just say that it brought a smile to my face when smiles were hard to come by.  This year, after his birthday got overshadowed by our move, I knew I had to bring it this Christmas.  He deserved all that and more. As for me, I received some Lululemon socks, a ton of books I’d been wanting (including a camera book and Jay-Z’s “Decoded”), a Starbucks card, Katy Perry’s new CD, and some cash to buy some fun new things. And of course, I took very few pics.  I finally figured out what “available light” means – here are a few of the house (didn’t realize a whole strand of lights were out on the tree until I took this pic!): 12-24-2010 036 12-24-2010 053 12-24-2010 041 12-24-2010 044 And some of the kiddos: christmas 2010 002christmas 2010 005 Not great ones, but of course the only ones I took of their matching dresses: christmas 2010 007christmas 2010 009 REALLY tough getting everyone to look at the camera at the same time!  My excruciatingly adorable nephew, Owen, my precocious niece, Dali, Charlie, Mimi (my Mom), and Baby Ella: christmas 2010 010christmas 2010 011 Pillow Pets! christmas 2010 019christmas 2010 021christmas 2010 024 All in all, a wonderful Christmas.  I’m sad it’s over.  But I guess it wouldn’t be as special if we had decorations up year round.  It makes Fall and Winter brand new again.

The Midnight Run

Last night Vann and I were enjoying the last 10 minutes of our recent Netflix rental when I heard a faint “Mommy!” coming from upstairs. I find Charlie burning up and a bit disoriented in her bed – out of nowhere this fever came – and proceeded to give her Motrin and then get thrown up on.

Yep. Merry Christmas, right? We called our peds office and a nurse told us to try the Motrin once more (which we did) and if she threw up again (which she did), switch over to Tylenol suppositories (yep…I said it) and watch her till morning (except of course if her fever spiked).

Never having purchased Tylenol suppositories before, I went on the hunt (at midnight) for a 24 hour Walgreens, got turned around and drove 30 minutes out of the way (because our Walgreens conveniently closes at 10), finally found said medicine and had to explain to Vann what they are and how you use them. I’ve never seen such a deer in headlights before.

I’m just kidding though – you should have seen Vann comforting our sick girl last night. Covered in vomit (sorry, can’t find a nicer way to say it), he didn’t even flinch, and reassured her and made her feel safe. Poor thing was so upset (I mean, wouldn’t you be??) and all she wanted was her Daddy and he held her most of the night, even though I know he was screaming inside for a shower. I can’t say that I would have been as patient.

This morning she seems to be holding her Motrin, and the nurse said a bug was going around and to watch her today – so it looks like our playdates for the week are cancelled and it’s a “Max & Ruby” marathon for us all.

2010 was a tough one for the Bischoff’s. We started out the year with a newborn and a massive case of post-partum depression mixed in with a little seasonal sadness (me), moved ourselves cross-country in two 16 foot trucks (Vann and his Dad, driving through the night) and lived apart from each other for part of the summer, then had our first home-buying experience tainted by the jerky sellers of our home, and finished up with wading through the waters of debt (because of said cross-country move/home-buying experience) for the first time in our marriage and wanting to cry every time I look at our “net worth” on Quicken. Oh, and let’s not forget the stresses of Ella’s developmental struggles.

But here’s the good news: God is bigger than all of that, isn’t He? Despite all of these harsh realities of life, some amazing things happened too. And the most important lesson I’ve learned in 2010 is that I am married to the most patient, understanding, loving man who just so happens to be my best friend and a wonderful father. And if anything good came out of last night’s adventures, it would be an appreciation for him and our precious girls.

So here’s hoping that 2011 is a bit easier on us. I’m not sad to see 2010 go.

We are war buddies, Vann and I. And we made it through. And God is good. And Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior – the most important thing to remember this most blessed of weekends.

Merry Christmas, friends.

A.

I’m Still Here.

Just wanted you to know.

Yesterday, Charlie and I returned from our weekend in Comfort, Texas (a teeny town in the Hill Country, by San Antonio) visiting my older brother’s family. My sweet niece and nephew…I mean, how lucky am I that I get to see them now more than once a year??!! We ate a lot of peppermint ice cream, shopped the darling streets of Fredericksburg (so happy I got some killer things for Forever 21 prices!) and the best part? Watching Charlie and her cousins LIVE.IT.UP. I didn’t have cousins my age growing up…so I get all excited thinking of the three of them (and Baby E, of course) becoming best friends.

God has shown up in some amazing ways lately…this bootcamp I’ve been taking at Charlie’s school (pretty convenient that they have childcare for E and it’s right after I drop both girls off at their respective rooms) has also resulted in some new friends…who led me to a MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group that happens to meet at a church around the corner from our house. I went a couple weeks ago, and guess who was there? My new small group leader’s wife. Oh! And a few gals who live in the hood, one being a Pepsico employee. I mean…really, God?

Also, I braved my second mom’s night out in the hood (this time a Christmas party at someone’s house) and it was so much fun. It is SO scary putting yourself out there…but I really feel like it’s coming back on me tenfold. And I haven’t even mentioned my new sweet friend Michelle and her lovely husband Michael…we went to dinner with them a couple weekends ago and I think we’ve found kindred spirits. How fun!

Vann stayed home with E this past weekend and met up with Rhonda, our new occupational therapist (OT). He took a ton of notes…I haven’t had the energy to get the full scoop yet, but I know she’s given us exercises to work on until we start meeting with her weekly on Wednesdays next year. I am feeling a bit more calm today…maybe the time away was what I needed to recharge my batteries.

We are finally starting to put some things up on the walls. I’m hanging lanterns in the girl’s bathroom. The two 16 x 20 prints of the girls we had framed are ready for pick-up. I’m ready to bring some warmth up in here!!

Ciao for now.