And a Happy New Year...

I am loving the candy cane that is smushed *really* hard and deep into my carpet. The chocolate stains on the fancy tablecloth I bought: oh, pish-posh(*confession: it was only twelve bucks*). I am looking around the house and finding cups of 7-up, christmas wrapping shards, and who knows what else. AND. I. LOVE. IT.

thanks Christmas 2010. It was a really great ride :) I DARE you to make 2011 better.

The Hits Just Keep On Coming...

So, Sebi got hurt at YMCA afterschool care. Again. Only this time, it ended up with me rushing him to Austin Regional Clinic, them shuttling us off to Dell Children's ER, and them sending us to an opthamologist tomorrow.

My wallet is three pounds lighter, thank you.

I would also like to mention that I lost some of my precious locks of hair in Dell Children's ER after making a choice decision to give my 4 year olds gum. After the Dr. Pepper got old. Sebastian did ask me if I wanted to keep the chopped off hair, and I nearly slapped him. Nearly.

It was a hard night. But, you know what? I have a really good friend that I got to call and whine to. And let her laugh about my new bald spot. But, it just made me think about how sometimes you just have to let it all go.

Will I be giving my kids Dr. Pepper and let them chew gum ever again before they are 30? No. But, it sure did make for a great memory.

Sebi is o.k., thank the Lord ,and hopefully the doc tomorrow will repeat said phrase. I'm tired and beat and emotionally drained, but that is all just a phone call away from being o.k.

*shout out to Erin from Cohort 10 that gave my hopped up twins colors and spiderman coloring books*

For Better Or Worse... and the tooth fairy is missing

Sebi gave me a ring today. It's a blue, plastic rubberband that means more than diamonds to me.

That is big, people.Not like I ever had any huge rocks to toss around, but you get me.

My Sebi is the sweetest boy in the whole world. The WHOLE world. He keeps growing and growing and as much as I want it to STOP -I look forward to the next day of seeing him become this little guy that I have raised. He makes good choices. not all the time. He takes care of his little brothers. not all the time. He truly, truly, truly has a happy heart. And I am soooo grateful for that. Just the other day he had a meltdown and I asked him to use his words to tell me what was going on. After swallowing tears and choking back sobs, he finally said, "I was grumpy!" And I all but lost it myself.

"I know, sweet boy. Sometimes mommy is grumpy too." maybe more often than not lately:(

He has his first loose tooth and I just want that thing to stay in there for as long as it can. I'm not ready for him to shed any more baby- even if it is just a baby tooth. I want to go back to taking him on strolls every day. Walking to the grocery store. Singing him, "my little buttercup" over. and over. and over again. And never once getting tired of it.

But those times are gone. Which brings me back to the blog. This is all I have to hang on to now, because him being born just seemed like now. And then now passed. And now it's now. This is sounding like Spaceballs...

I don't want that tooth to come out. And I don't mean you any harm, tooth fairy. But could you moonlight as something else for just a few more years?

*ring pic to come after I get the rascals to bed*

It's Trauma Day One

This is the last week of my residency program. Praise God. Trauma lab today and tomorrow, and then so long classroom!

Then they just throw us out to the real world, all "now go and take care of people!" I kid. We get another 4 weeks with our preceptors before they do that....

Let Me Preface This Post...

That is always a good start. I know. That is why I am here, people. To entice your enquiring minds. If you don't live for it, trust me, I do.

So, back to post title. Let's remember that for a good part of Oso's life he was convinced that his name was "there he is". Every time he would run into the doggy-door in our old rick-rack, shack that we thought was "the big time" (hee-hee in remembrance), I would shout, "There he is!" So it got to the point where the only way to get him to come to you was to shout, "there he is!" and he would come a runnin.

maybe I like animals because I'm smarter than they are...

So, now in his new-found home of glory two moves later, he has his own backyard. Which he likes to run out in and bark. at flies. or moving grass. or the wind threatening to blow. But, Oso has a really big soft spot for Grandma. So, now I just pop my head out the backdoor, yell "Oso! Grandma is here!" and he comes a runnin.

and I shut the doggydoor.

Am I cruel? Absolutely not. I only play with the mind's of fools...

What up, Blog?

So, I'm here to try and make a comment on my own blog and I am feeling like I am not looking at my blog. I feel like I am looking at the Swiss Cheese version of my blog. Seriously? where are some of my posts? Where is my video of my boys. You know, the infamous "we're twins"??

I don't have the raw emotion to regurgitate a few of those last posts, nor the stomach to imagine that some of the good ones are GONE.

Please blogging friends. Help Em? Jess? Lyd? Cheri? Bueler?..

Kids Screaming

Phone ringing. Dog is barking.... ugggggghhhhhh.

I love my kids. I love my kids. I love my kids.

That was more for me than anyone else. And also for legal purposes, should anything be questioned at a later date, *cough* I KID. *cough*

So, the rascals are sick. I am sooooo glad that I chose to work weekend nights because this is exactly why I did it. Sebastian will not take off work and this is sick season. My schedule allows me to be there for them during the week. Downside: I still have to work at night. But, I would rather go to work tired and know that my children had their mom there to take care of them. I'll sleep when I'm dead.

I also would like a new kitchen table.

Late Post from early school

So, today was an eventful day. Not only did I get the van cleaned, but I also made it to the Hutto court house before they hauled me away to the slammer.



A couple weeks back (when Sebi started Kindergarten) I had some words to speak with his principal. I wouldn't bore you with the details, but you are all obviously intrigued at this point...



Dropping my son off on his first day of school was emotional, to say the least. I knew this day was coming, but GEEZ. it hit hard. I know he has been in "school" for the last two years, but this is different. Shoreline was like family. This is public school. And they don't let you walk your child in (???!*) Obviously, I am still dealing with that.



Pick-up time could not come fast enough, and believe you me that I was one of the first parents outside of the school waiting to embrace my beloved. And there I stood. w.a.i.t.i.n.g.

Aaaaahhhh! Here come the kids!

Not mine, though.

Aaaaaaahhhh! there is his teacher!

Not with my child, though. Hmmmmm......



Teacher is a good twelve feet away from the front door with her back turned to the school. Chatting it up with another teacher and no kids in tow. I'm watching this. *breathe, Becky. They have afterschool assignments. There is another teacher in charge of your child.*



waiting.



waiting.



waiting.



And then off wanders my first born out of the school, unattended, turning his head left and right as if not knowing where to go. Then he settles on sitting on a bench just outside the doorway.



Teacher is still chatting it up with other teacher. Back still turned to the front of the school. So I hightail it up to my little guy.



"hey, Sebi! How was your first day!"

"um..good"

"Sebi, who are you supposed to be with right now?"

blank stare.

"Sebi, who is supposed to be watching you right now? Aren't you supposed to be with a teacher?"

"ummm... yeah. There is my teacher (pointing at teacher with back turned to my child and still chatting it up with another teacher)"

"yes, baby. That is your teacher, but who are you supposed to be with right NOW. Who is supposed to be watching you right NOW. You came out by yourself."

"my teacher."



At this point, teacher notices me and walks over, still talking to other teacher and as if an aside says, "I see you."

Basically she is telling me, "I see that you are here with your child, you can take him home. "



Did ya see me before this? Or my child on his own? So I casually ask, "is this typical that my son is going to be on his own after school?"

Wait. For. The. Response. '

whileItakeashotoftequila.



"Oh, he was with me."



I don't like confrontation, but mama bear is about to go all kung-foo panda.

"No. You weren't with him. I got here very early. I saw you come out of the school. I saw you talking with another faculty member. I saw my son walk out of the school on his own. He has not been with you.



"Well, he must have walked back in."



A. If he did walk back in (which is a lie, since I was there before any child was outside and I never saw him outside to make it possible for him to walk back INside), but IF he did...why were you not aware of that??

B. I just want to reiterate the point of why this teacher did not know the whereabouts of my child regardless of whether he "walked back in" or not.



Then she stoops down to my son (who is holding a sticker in his hand) and says, "Sebastian, did you go back into the school?? Oh, you went back in to get that sticker didn't you?" DO. NOT. PUT. WORDS. IN. MY. CHILD'S. MOUTH.



At this point, the other teacher that she has been chatting with all of this time chimes in and says, "what happened? Did he go back into the school?"

Wait.For.The.Response.
whileItakeashotof tequila.



"Well, that's what she's saying." As if I am lying.



I asked Sebi to say goodbye, I said good day, and we left....before the desire to slap her silly overtook me.

I. Was. Livid.

We got home and Sebi seemed happy. He seemed to have a good day and I was trying to keep my emotions in check. I talked with Sebastian about it and he wanted to go and meet with the principal. I was against that (again, don't like the confrontation), but he insisted. He wanted Sebi out of her class and with another teacher.





We met with the vice principal, expressed our concerns, and the principal called me the next day to set up a meeting with the teacher. At the meeting, I did all I could to not make this teacher feel attacked. Believe me. I just wanted to express that I was a little underimpressed that on day ONE of school, there was such lack of protection for my child's care. If that was day ONE, what can I expect on day 45? At this point, she is crying I feel horrible. Safety is a big issue with this principal. That is why she insisted on me sitting down and meeting with this teacher. They lost a child the year before. Literally. lost a child. He was found two streets over. So, not just big deal to me- Big deal to principal.



I'm feeling really bad now, because this lady is *really* crying. And then she says.



Wait. For. It.
whileItakeashotoftequila



"I just turned my back for a second."



NO. You did not. You never had my son with you. You are lying.


my son has moved to another teacher. This is fine and well with me.

Rebecca Aguilar-Vega, RN

Blog, how do I love thee. Let me count the ways...

Remember when I started you? All young and eager and determined to get me a degree.

Now what?

I kid. I am happy and grateful and blessed. I am also a registered nurse. Thank you very much.

"Mommy, I REALLY want a baby in our house."

Mommy: "let's call Tia Vanni and have her come over."

Uh...Ever since we visited my sister and her baby twin boys (and great big brother, Nico), Homer has been baby crazy. He wants to hold a baby. He wants to see a baby. He wants to put a baby to sleep.

Yes, Homer. We ALL want that. That is why we visit our loved ones with babies. To hold them, and see them, and put them to sleep...and LEAVE. I'm not saying I'm opposed to the idea.

Sebastian is.

Insomania

I need to get to bed. I should get to bed. I need to sleep. But the problem is...I can't. Even if I did go to sleep, I'm going to wake up around 4:00am like I have been for the last two and a half weeks.

What do you do at 4 am?

you listen to the Hurst review. You drill information into your brain and sit there and try and convince yourself that you know enough to convince someone else that you know enough to not kill someone....at least not intentionally.

I decided I needed a break. some time off- and away. So I called up my sister to crash at her house (which is ridiculously close to the beach) so that I could re-center. I guess that's what they call this. Spent the ENTIRE trip down to the Valley studying. I did have a special aside moment where I was so proud of myself because I had the ingenious idea to plug a powerstrip into my car adapter outlet so that I could have my laptop, it's speakers, my cell phone, and anything else I needed plugged in.

The kids watched Alice in Wonderland in stereo, and all I can say is- you are very welcome sons.

Your mom obviously rocks.

T minus 14. and counting.

Geez.

I forgot my log-in for this account. I don't know if that has anything to do with the fact that I made the decision to change my passwords for all my accounts to ridiculous words or phrases that noone could ever remember, or if it has just been *that* long. It's reset to the old faithful, so all is well.

*breathe*

Anyhoo, NCLEX is coming up and I don't think I've ever been more stressed in my whole life. I managed to get a job in critical care in the hospital I've always wanted to be at, so there is little consolation knowing that the universe may just be steering me in the right direction towards passing my board exam.

but, I'm still amazingly terrified.

Back to the books - and please, wish me well.

Two Dudes

First of all: I stopped by here because I keep getting comments from some anonymous doof in cyberworld trying to sell me Viagra. How this is happening is beyond me.


Secondly: when I stopped by I noticed my happy face button was gone! GONE! That problem has been fixed.


Now I'm just kindof stuck here, so I may as well give an update.


I have shelves sitting on my study floor (still in the box). They were supposed to go up before this semester started but that didn't happen. I had them delivered and fully intended to tackle the project on my own, but look what the instructions suggested against...










Now we can go back and forth on the level of intelligence that is required to assemble these shelves based on the photo-comic instructions, but that is neither here nor there. and those are clearly two dudes.

I kindof miss blogging. kindof.