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our first Arkansas ER visit

Okay, so, this is for everyone (anyone?) who reads my monthly thankfulness wrap up. Towards the end of the month, you will read these exact words:

August 20: Getting to the ER in time after Kellan had an allergic reaction to peanuts, we think. Glad I listened to my mommy radar after he started breaking out in giant hives all over his body.

….and I know if I don’t say something now, I will suffer the wrath of worry all OMG! IS HE OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED?!

So. First, is Kellan okay? Yes.

What happened?

We aren’t exactly sure.

After dinner last Wednesday night, Tim and Kellan were on the couch playing and also eating a combo of peanut butter and chocolate chips. Mostly chocolate chips. Kellan then said he was hungry (again, I think the kid is growing because he legit went through an entire loaf of bread in the form of “toast with jam!” in two days). I took him to the kitchen to eat cereal, as requested, and I noticed three small red dots on his chin and I thought, “Hmm. That’s strange.”

We went outside after he was finished so Tim could look at how to attach our American flag to the entryway and that’s when I noticed that his shoulder had a red rash type thing on it.

Then Kellan said his back was itching, so I lifted up his shirt and I see more redness, which I now realize are hives, all over the small of his back.

I said something to Tim about it and he said he used to get hives all the time as a kid, no big deal. Something about this particular event didn’t seem right to me. Kellan does have really sensitive skin, so he will get mini-hives when he touches certain things that bother him and we have to be careful with what type of shampoo/lotion/laundry detergent we use. This time, though, it was like they were multiplying faster and spreading all over the place. Usually, they stay where the contact occured.

I took Kellan inside and tried to find someone to call to help me. The hives were getting bigger and more numerous by the minute, and it had only been maybe 15 minutes since I had noticed the first few hives on his chin. This is what led me to believe it had been the peanut butter, since the irritation started near his mouth. I couldn’t understand why, since no one on either side of our family has an allergy to any kind of nut or any food at all for that matter, and he had eaten peanut butter many times before. Either way, my mommy sense knew we couldn’t just wait and see what would happen.

Unfortunately, we had yet to find a pediatrician for Kellan in Arkansas and that was a BIG mistake. I wasn’t able to talk to any after hours nurses without first having a pediatrician and the ones from our Colorado pediatrician weren’t able to help because we didn’t live there anymore. I finally called the hospital and asked what to do and they said, “Go to the ER. Now.”

So, off we went to the ER. Poor Kellan was covered from head to toe in hives. He was so swollen. It was very scary.

Flash forward to filling out a check-in sheet and saying it may be a peanut allergy and we were in the triage room in less than five minutes. The guy checking out Kellan was like, “Yep. I can definitely see the hives….”

After waiting maybe another ten minutes, they called us back for the worst thing ever. I mean, Kellan was crying when they took his blood pressure during triage and now waiting for him were two shots with needles that had a circumference the size of the tip of a pen. That’s not even an exaggeration. These things made *me* cringe and I wasn’t even getting one. I had to hold Kellan while they gave him the shots (at the same time, thankfully) and the poor thing screamed a scream that will haunt me forever. It was pure, raw pain.

After we were sent back out to the waiting room again to wait for a doctor, Kellan fell asleep in my lap for maybe 45 minutes. I think his poor body and brain were on overload and he had had enough. The shots with steroids and an antihistamine worked, though. His hives were almost gone THREE HOURS LATER WHILE WE WERE STILL WAITING. Granted, the place was packed, but still. 7pm to 11pm is kind of exhausting for a two-year-old. When he woke up, he kept telling Tim that his legs felt funny. We are guessing it was from the medicine.

Long story short we didn’t get out of there until 11pm, along with a prescription for a 3-day dose of steroids and an epipen.

The next day, I found a doctor who would see him that day versus two weeks from now or not at all because they weren’t accepting new patients. After a quick check and some questions, she made an appointment with an allergist and told us to get rid of all the peanuts/peanut laced products/things that may have been manufactured near peanuts.

Our cupboard is now bare, thank you very much.

We see the allergist next week.

The more we think about it, Tim and I are really not sure if it is peanuts. We are thinking it may be fiberglass, as that was the only other thing that Kellan was exposed to at the exact same time as the peanut butter, as Tim had it on his clothes from work that day, which isn’t typical, and he has gotten a rash from it (fiberglass) once before.

It’s all to be determined at this point. I don’t want to get my hopes up that it isn’t peanut butter but I am really hoping it isn’t peanut butter.

For now, I am that parent who avoids all that say “made on a line that also processes tree nuts” snacks and carries a brightly colored bag that contains two junior epipens along with liquid and dissolvable benadryl.

Happy thoughts for no peanut allergies.


one hundred months

Today is Tim and my 100-month-a-versary!

And it’s also the first day of spring.

I know. We so planned it to work out this way.

We’ve gone from this:
Copy of 103_0344

To this:
To this.
And it just keeps getting better.

And more delayed. Obviously that’s our Christmas picture and obviously we haven’t had another chance for a “we all showered and put on real clothes” photo op.

the big 3-0

So… birthday is Saturday. Groundhog’s Day.

I’m going to be thirty.



It still hasn’t really sunk in, yet.

Once, a long time ago, I said I wanted to be finished having kids by now.

Obviously, that didn’t happen.

I did say that I would do a lot of things before 30.

And I have.

Marathons, traveling, getting married, moving across the country, having a kid, oh my!

But, being the list-type person that I am, I think I need to make another list…a before 40 list…


Also? Please send everyone you know right to this spot to tell me thirty is the new awesome.

And I really would write more, but I’m currently off celebrating in style.

More on that later…

it happened. again.

The key to nowhere happened…again.

Tim is convinced our post office dude dudette (as I learned from the post office) is smoking the Mary Jane. I’m inclined to agree.

We cannot even figure out how this happens. A mail person has a package for us. It’s too big to fit in the small, personal mailbox. So, instead, they place it in a larger mailbox. The larger mailbox has a key. The large box and the key have a matching number, say 2.

That key – the one that opens the larger box where our package is, is placed into our small, personal mailbox, so when we get our mail, we see the key, look at the number on the attached keychain, and then open the larger box matching that number.

Inside the larger box?

Our package?


The key to nowhere.

Shouldn’t that be Mail Delivery 101?


The next morning, I took the key up to the post office. I pressed for answers but the post office people couldn’t even explain it, other than to stare at me blankly, write my address on a post it, tell me they’d look for my package, and that they had “a lot of mail yesterday.

Ok…ummm….that’s your…job?….

So, later that afternoon, I go and retrieve the mail, with a very low expectation as to what I would find.

And then this happened.

I had to take a picture because I couldn’t even believe it myself.

wrong box 1 (1)(And yes, my address is blurred out but that’s THE POST IT from earlier in this story.)

Does that look like #3 to you???

Me either.

Want to see what was in Box #3 – which was broken, by the way?

empty box

And to make it even more amusing?

That certainly does not look like the third box from the left.

wrong box 2


Dear USPS: Your mail delivery people apparently never learned their numbers OR how to count. In other words, they need HALP.


Also? Before this key debacle, Kellan received this in the mail. I meant to share it earlier this week but I currently have a child who wants me to help him walk EVERYWHERE and that leaves little time for anything else, including eating. We got to the bathroom in pairs, now, in case you’re wondering how that all works out.



To make a fairly long story short, I’ve been on the hunt for dragon baby stuff, since Kellan was born in the year of the dragon in Chinese culture. I know I talked about this a loooooong time ago – probably a year ago – on here.

Except, I’m just now realizing that I should have probably collected neat dragon things for Kellan’s box like, a year ago, but, that never happened and now, hello, baby requiring 110% of my time.

Anyway, so I come across this book all about the year of the dragon and decide that, like those Wolf Creek blocks (that I found and purchased, by the way), I must have it. The book is perfect. Kellan will love it (when he’s old enough to appreciate it)!

And, yooooou guessed it: CAN’T FIND IT ANYWHERE. The 2013 book? No problem. Same with every other year except 2012.

So, what’s a girl who can’t take a baby on a wild goose chase to do?

Email the author on a whim, hoping he can help.

And help he did – what a sweet and thoughtful gesture!! Not only does Kellan get to have this book as a keepsake, it is signed by the author and also contains a nice note to Kellan on a card.

I was truly blown away.

There are still amazing, kindhearted people in the world who will do something special for a complete stranger.

And I am so thankful that I have come across one those people.

nine weeks

This happened today.


Well, the actual mailing of these first birthday invitations to (mostly) fictional characters, anyway.

(and yes, those a receipts that Tim needs and a piece of our the trunk of our Christmas tree that, at some point, I plan to make an ornament out of, since it is Kellan’s first Christmas tree…all in my abundant spare time, obviously)

Can you believe that we are basically NINE WEEKS away from Kellan’s first birthday?


I remember counting nine weeks last year. I remember Christmas last year. I remember thinking that Kellan would be here soon.

I remember looking like this (and this post was written almost exactly a year ago).

And now, he’s here.

And he’s almost one.

How did this year go by so quickly?

Have I started planning his party?



Only…not really?

I’ve gotten as far as the guest list. Theme? Location? Time? Date?


I think I’ll start by ordering invitations because, honestly, the number of things I want to get done for his birthday?


Invitations are important, right?

The overachiever in me thinks I’ll get it ALL done but the realist knows it probably won’t ALL happen.

I still haven’t even finished Christmas stuff yet.

So, instead of freaking out, because I can feel it coming the more I think about everything I’m not doing, let’s just take a moment and look at this cute face, instead.


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