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The Simple Bathroom Repair that Would Not Die

Or, Re-Caulking the Bottom of My Shower Door: Part 4.

I wish I was kidding. It seemed like such an easy fix. When we moved in the caulk was moldy and gross, as shower door caulk tends to get, and we figured we’d replace it eventually. A couple of days later I noticed water dripping from the corner of the door down onto the floor. Judging by the look of the caulk I’m guessing at some point someone had already re-caulked it, and apparently “actual waterproof seal” wasn’t very high on their list of requirements for the finished job. So we knew eventually we would replace it.

Finally, over a year later as the Thanksgiving holiday approached we decided this was the perfect time. A long weekend to give the door time to air out and give the new caulk time to dry so Nate wouldn’t have to use the shower right next to where Harper sleeps in the morning and risk waking her up really early. So on Thursday morning I stripped the caulk (Happy Thanksgiving! We didn’t celebrate til Friday, but that was for a whole different Harper illness thing), and did my best to dry the area. Saturday morning I re-caulked and the container said wait 36 hours before use so Monday morning Nate took a shower in the newly re-caulked bathroom.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

The caulk I used turned from white to clear when it was dry. The one clear caulk was now mostly white again. I was frustrated, but whatever. Next time we’ll give it a few more days to dry and so I stripped it again, let it dry out for a couple of days and then caulked again.  This time we waited 5 days for it to dry. Well after all of the clear had turned white Nate finally (and happily) showered in the bathroom and when I went in later that morning once again the caulk was white. This time I was pretty pissed.

I stripped the caulk again and emailed a handy man who had done this work for us before and asked if he was available to come do it (he was not) or if he would offer pointers (he would). He said to make sure to use silicone caulk which to tell you the truth I had already heard and thought I was using but when I checked the caulk it said nothing about being silicone. It said “bathroom” and “tub” and “shower” and “fast dry” and stuff like that, but nothing about the type of caulk.

So I scoured the garage and found some silicone caulk and rejoiced and waited another 2 days to make sure the shower was dry and I caulked again. And the next day the caulk was still wet, and turning yellow even though it said shower ready within 8 hours this was most definitely not shower ready. I went to look at the caulk to see if there was a date on it and guess what. THERE WAS!

It was Dec 2012.

I laughed.

And then I stripped the caulk again and bleached and scrubbed the area and dried it with a blow dryer and went off to buy more silicone caulk and HOLY CRAP if this doesn’t with this time I swear I’m going to burn down my bathroom and start over because I have had it.

So everyone please hold my shower (and my sanity) in your thoughts as I wait another 2 or so days for it to dry out before I attempt to caulk it for the third time.

At this point I feel like I’m practically a pro.

Toddler Talk

This is from a million years ago. I always planned to add to it but never managed. I wanted to publish it such as it is because I was so tickled to read it. From July of 2013!

Jack: MOM! I’m a pizza!
Me: A pizza?
Jack: Mom, you will cook me the pizza and Harper… Harper will put dough on me the pizza!

Jack: Uncle Matt is at his house. (Nate was on the phone with Uncle Matt)
Me: Yes.
Jack: Are Molly and Mareyna there too? (His cousins)
Me: Yes. We’re going to go visit them in March, won’t that be fun?
Jack: Do they have a play room?
Me: Yes.
Jack: Is it upstairs or downstairs?
Me: It’s downstairs. They don’t have an upstairs, isn’t that neat?
Jack: … Do they have an outside?

A Milk Protein Allergy

So I guess as a third baby trying to distinguish himself as a unique person and not a smaller version of his brother or sister, Zane has a milk protein allergy. It started with a little streak of blood in his poop where I was told not to worry unless it happened again within the next few days. And so i hoped it was a fluke but apparently it was not.

The first doctor I saw (not my kids’ regular doctor) suggested I try him on formula for a few weeks while pumping to make sure that was the problem, but I have had a terrible relationship with the pump in the past and was afraid to dry up my milk. Zane is a huge baby, like 85th percentile weight, so obviously the allergy wasn’t stopping him from growing, but after having cut dairy from my diet it seems like it has improved his digestive health. I would even go so far as to say improved our night time sleep. Except for the last few nights with another hiccup or two he’s spent the last few weeks after the elimination waking up one time between his 9ish feeding and 7am. I mean it was a damn Christmas miracle (until 2 nights ago, we’ve been back to 2 wake ups and occasional in between fussing). So given the fact that it’s cold and flu season I’ve been pretty determined to eliminate dairy and keep nursing. Also given his stubborn refusal to sleep through the night I’ll be damned if I’m mixing bottles in the middle of the night. I’ll reconsider at 6 months probably but for now I’m surviving without dairy, but just barely. Sadly it’s in everything. Thank goodness milk is now listed under allergens on most food things.

I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but man is it hard! I’ve been planning my first day back on dairy. Dreaming even. Bagel with cream cheese, maybe a chocolate chip muffin. Coffee with creamer, regular or non dairy (wtf non dairy creamer, why must you have dairy??). Pizza! Holy cow the pizza. And cookies and brownies and chocolate and Doritos. At some point our regular doc suggested I try some dairy and see how he does. I freaking can’t wait.

In the mean time I’ve been using vanilla almond milk in my cereal, French vanilla coconut creamer in my coffee, vegan buttery spread (which made my snickerdoodles smell and taste oddly fishy) and I even tried almond mozzarella cheese which I seriously do not recommend. I was desperate for pizza but I will go heavy on the toppings and cheeseless in the future! I’m glad being a vegan is so in right now.

I also find myself googling fast food ingredients to see what’s safe because I know I won’t be able to avoid it for a whole year although it has forced me to cut back which isn’t all bad.

In summary, I miss dairy and it’s a good thing this guy is so cute!

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Baby Number 3

At my last doctor appointment before Zane was born I was already almost 4cm dilated. At my last ultrasound he measured in the 75th percentile and was estimated to be 8.5ish lbs by the time my due date arrived. Given this information my doctor planned to break my water after my next appointment assuming my platelet count was still up. I had been taking prednisone for 2.5 weeks to boost them since I have pregnancy induced ITP, where my body attacks my platelets while I’m pregnant. Not sure why, but the same thing happed with all 3 of my pregnancies. The platelet count is important if you want an epidural.  Normal platelet count is between 150-400 and when I started steroids mine were 80. In order to have a spinal at the hospital you need a count of 100. After having the babies my count went back up just fine.

So my labor started around 1:30am on a Monday morning. I had some contractions in the evening before bed, but when I went upstairs and got in bed they stopped so I assumed it was false labor. I was actually pretty sure the 1:30am contractions weren’t real too until it was like 3am and I was still having them and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I started thinking maybe I couldn’t sleep because I was in labor, but was that even possible? I mean with Jack my contractions came every 3 minutes practically from the start and with Harper my water broke and my contractions started 15 minutes later and were 3 minutes apart. This time they started at 12 minutes apart and moved to 10 minutes apart while I was trying to decide if this was real. Is this what regular labor is like??

So by about 4:30 I decided this was indeed the real thing and I called my doctor and spoke with the midwife on call who said it was up to me whether to head in to the hospital or stay home til the contractions were closer together. Given my previous super fast labor we thought it would be better to go in than to wait at home in case something happened and things started moving faster. So we called my mom and while we waited for her we showered and got ready to go.

I think we checked in around 5:30am? The nurse that checked me said she wasn’t sure if the doctor would want to keep me in or not since I hadn’t made a lot of progress from my last doctor appointment and my contractions were still 10 minutes apart, but I thought we stood a chance since we had planned to break my water on Wed anyways. My last platelet count had been 125 so I was feeling pretty good about how this would turn out. The results of my first blood test came back at 96. What?? So my doctor said they would recheck me in an hour and see how things were going. My next test came back at 84. My contractions were still about 8-9 minutes apart so I was given 2 choices. 1 – we could hook me up to the IV (I had to have 2 penicillin bags since I was group b strep positive) and then break my water and get this party started knowing I could not have an epidural… 2 – we could go home and hang out and wait for the contractions to speed up on their own and hope for a platelet miracle. We decided a platelet miracle was highly unlikely considering the current downward trend so we opted for breaking my water.

They hooked in my IV and my labor actually even slowed down for a little while which was good because it allowed me to nap a little in the room. By noon the doctor broke my water and I decided to sit and labor on the yoga ball for a little while. I had never done that before, the extremely nice nurse recommended it so why not! It was an interesting and apparently effective choice. The nurse said she would come back and check me at 2:30 and then she left. It was just me and Nate alone in the room which was weird because I swear I don’t remember that happening in either previous labors. By about 2 I started feeling a little like I should push so I paged the nurse who checked me and said I was 7cm. So 3cm in 2hrs, I was on a roll! The nurse suggested I get on the bed on all fours so to speak, to finish my labor. She had to leave the room for a minute but would help me when she got back. By now labor was pretty hard and my contractions were right on top of each other. When she got back and tried to flip me it felt… Different? And not in a good way! So she rechecked and I was ready to push. Holy crap and thank goodness because I was beyond ready to be done with labor at that point! That shit hurt and I was getting no down time in between.  My poor doctor ran into the room, suited up and suddenly it seemed like there were 500 people in the room with us. By 2:17 this baby was born, with the assistance of suction because his head was big and as we soon found out his arm was up, so he came out head and hand first. Thanks, kid!

He wasn’t even that much heavier than Harper but his head was a good 2-3 inches bigger (yikes) and if we didn’t already plan on him being the last kid let me tell you that labor and my platelet situation would have sealed the deal! He was 8lb 5oz and 21in long and somehow he was like a little clone of Jack when he was a baby. He doesn’t look anything like him any more which is funny but he sure did at the hospital!

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Welcome to the world baby Zane!

In hindsight I totally would have loved an epidural but apparently it was very not meant to be.

Third Try’s a Charm!

In Feb 2008 Nate and I moved into a fabulous house in Apex, NC. It was big, it was pretty, it seemed like the last house we would ever need to live in and since it was next to an undeveloped commercial lot we felt like we got a pretty good deal on it.

In 2010 after Jack was born we started thinking maybe not. It was still a great house but the yard was crazy small and it would be nice to have a bigger yard and maybe be in a neighborhood with a pool and other fun kid things, so we put the house on the market for the first time.  Jack was a very little baby, we had very few lookers and gave up after a few months.

In 2012 Harper was born and we repeated the process with similar results. Apparently the empty lot next door which really never bothered us much was a deal breaker for a lot of people. So once again we took the house back off the market figuring if we were going to be stuck in a house it was a pretty great house to be stuck in.

Fast forward to 2014 and we were pregnant with baby 3 and everywhere you looked there were news stories about the real estate market and how there were more buyers than houses and what a great time it was to sell your house and so we talked to our very patient realtor and went back on the market. Holy cow those news articles were right! We maybe averaged one showing a week the first two times we tried to sell the house and this time it was at least 3-5? I think it took us 1.5 months or so, about 50 showings total to sell the house, but we actually managed to sell it! And then came the hard part.. finding a house to buy!

That doesn’t seem like it would be the hard part, right? Seems like it should be the fun part but man it was hard. I wish I had kept a count of how many we looked at.. maybe 20? Some good, some bad, some astoundingly awful. In the end we put offers on 3 houses total before one stuck. The first house the people weren’t willing to negotiate much and we felt they were over priced so we sadly walked away. (They wound up selling like two months later for less than what we offered so we weren’t the only ones thinking they were over priced!) The second house was a new build and we submitted a competing offer and lost, and the third house was one we walked through the first time and said ‘too much work!’ and almost didn’t go back to. Fortunately we were getting pretty desperate so we gave it a second chance and chose to see the potential over the amount of work, all of which was/is cosmetic.

And then we moved! I was 6 months pregnant by then so I wasn’t the most helpful mover in the world, but we managed and I have to say it’s pretty fabulous at the new house! Great house, huge yard awesome family friendly neighborhood. We really lucked out. 

Plus the house has enough future home improvement potential that we should be able to find fun projects to keep us busy, in case we ever get bored or find ourselves with free time with 3 kids. We’ll see. 🙂 We’ve already tackled several projects and I’m making a list of a ton more for.. some day!

We had a Baby, it’s a Boy!

Hey I finally thought of something to do while I’m up in the middle of the night feeding the baby. I can update my blog!

By the way, I had a baby, on Oct 20. I don’t think I ever even said I was pregnant, but I was! One of these nights I’ll update with his birth story because of course it was unlike either of my previous two.

Also in major life changes, we moved to a new house. Because being pregnant with our third child wasn’t enough, we had to up the difficulty factor by putting our house on the market and moving to a new one. Hopefully that will be another blog post by itself to talk about that adventure.

But for right now I have to get the big kids ready for their day with my mom.

Oh, So it’s Going to be One of Those Days?

It all started off normal enough… and with a plan!

The Plan:
1. My mom picks kids up at 9
2. Vacuum house quick shower
3. 10:45, go drop dog off for boarding
4. 11:15 Arrive at Jersey Mikes to pick up lunch on my way to
5. 11:30 Hair appointment with Meg
6. At some point the shipping company would call 30 minutes before delivering Harper’s big girl bed giving me plenty of time for the 15 minute from home from the salon.

Reality:
1. My mom picks kids up at 9
2. Vacuum house, world’s fastest shower, too warm for pants must shave legs
3. 11:00, go drop dog off for boarding. Forgot dog’s chow and meds! Fail.
4. 11:30 Hair appointment with Meg
5. 12:30 (aka, right before getting my hair shampooed and dried) get a call from the shipping company saying they’re at my house and no one is home.
6. AHHHHHHHHHHH!
7. Get hair shampooed and drive home as quickly as legally safe, curse all stop lights.
8. Thank driver SO MUCH for waiting, get delivery of Harper’s bed
9: 1:10, get in car to drive dog’s chow and meds to vet. See that vet takes a 1 hour break from 1:30 to 2:30. Drive quickly and make it by 1:20.

So yeah. That was my (partial) day. Time to go take a nap!

I Went to Target at 8:30 on Christmas Eve

In my defense, I had my Christmas shopping done before December. With the exception of a few things I spontaneously purchased after.. my major shopping was DONE! I was extremely proud of myself.

Flash forward to Christmas Eve.

After going to my parents’ house for dinner and gifts we got home, fed the pets, tucked the kids into bed and got to work on Santa-ing and assembling. My job was to pack up some old toys to make room to unpack the new toys upstairs and assemble the crock pot breakfast casserole (which was much better than a previous one I made, but still in my opinion no comparison to a regular one). Nate’s job was to assemble the scooters. Harper’s scooter went together without a hitch but then when Nate opened the box for Jack’s we were in for a surprise. A surprise in that it was obviously a used scooter. Like, parts out of packaging, and major wear on the wheels. I was so disappointed! It was 8:30 on Christmas Eve and I will DEFINITELY check packaging from now on when I buy something.

So off to Target I went to hopefully trade it out for an actual new scooter that Jack would probably never notice the difference on, but WE NOTICED. Nate said Target was open til 9 but I thought surely no one would be there at 8:30 on Christmas Eve. I should have known better. I noticed the Walgreens down the street from my house was PACKED, but somehow did not equate that to Target also being pretty dang busy. And it certainly was. Fortunately while everyone and their brother was pushing around shopping carts of stuff and there were a million check out lines open, the customer service area was empty. I was completely convinced they would be sold out on Christmas Eve but they had 6 in stock and I managed to get in, and out, and back home within about 15 minutes. I think that’s a new record for me at a Target!

So thank you, Target, for being open late Christmas Eve, even though the only reason I needed you to be open late Christmas Eve is because you put stuff back out on the shelf without checking it out first! If you’re going to resell used stuff, at least mark it used and maybe consider discounting it too. No one wants to be surprised by a used scooter for their kid on Christmas Eve.

Hey Look, it’s Winter!

So, funny story. I just was checking on unpublished posts and I found one called “Hey Look, it’s Fall!” Only it’s really practically winter so I guess I missed the boat on that one, huh? At least we’re rolling back around to the new year now so I can attempt another “Will Blog More” news years resolution, because that obviously worked out really well for me last year. At least I did stick to my other resolution to exercise more!

Back to my point, which was sort of winter. Today is Jack’s first cough and sniffles of the season. I’m frankly shocked since he’s in preschool two days a week now and they both do other activities around other kids who presumably have germs. It seemed like illness was holding out a really long time this year, but I was too afraid to say it out loud and jinx myself. Then I actually thought about it and realized that they had plenty of viruses over the summer to make up for missing a few in early winter.

So I did a search and made him a hot honey and lemon drink for his cough and he was SUPER excited about it until it was ready to drink. I tried it, it was actually really good and he won’t touch it. I feel like I’ve been duped! I opened the NC Honey bear we got from the fair and used the last of my lemon juice and he said he feels fine. Which he probably does because he has no fever, but can’t he at least try it??

Sigh.