Monthly Archives: July 2011

Of camping and collarbones


My dirty laundry pile from camping is just about gone.  Kind of sad!  I sniff all the clothes before I throw them in the wash, just to catch a last whiff of Indian Hollow.  Campfires, sunshine, water, sweat (I don’t miss that), bare feet, doughboys, glow sticks, flashlight tag, mosquitos (don’t miss them either), kids running wild, family, friends… I can’t wait until next year!

Dee totally surprised me by announcing that he’s planning on camping at Indian Hollow again.  My husband is not a camping man!  Of course Indian Hollow is special, but I thought maybe that was only because it’s my old stomping grounds.  My parents started camping there 31 years ago, when Mom was pregnant with me.  And every year since that long ago 1980, my family has spent a week every summer at Indian Hollow.  My childhood memory bank is full of Indian Hollow, but I wasn’t sure my husband and own children would fall in love quite as deeply with a campground as I did.  But no worries!  They’re in love too, falling quite nicely I’d say.  I’m super excited to be starting a whole new generation of Indian Hollow camping.

Maybe next year we can squeak by with no accidents though?  Moosies fell off a picnic table bench and broke her collarbone while we were there.  That was last Thursday afternoon, while we were celebrating my brother Andrew’s birthday.  We all felt SO bad for her!  Dee and I took her to the local ER, where an X-ray showed she had an “acute left clavicle fracture.”  We decided to stick out the rest of the week though, and Moosies did exceptionally well.  We kept her drugged up on Tylenol and Advil, and except for one night, she did extremely well sleeping!  Even naps, on the ground! And she played the days away like nothing ever happened.  Like she hadn’t just broken a bone.  Somebody suggested we mark an “X” on her neck so that WE would remember she was hurt.

Even now, just a week later, I have to yell at Moosies to stop running, and jumping, and climbing.  Will she just sit still and watch a movie?  No.  In some ways she’s an ideal patient, and then on the other hand she’s just awful!   I can’t make her be still!  But I’d rather have a cheerful, high-pain-tolerant child than a moaner and complainer.  Today she begged and begged to jump on the trampoline, so I let her climb up with Andrew, and told her to jump just a tiny bit, and be careful.  Andrew also told her to be careful, and jump close to him, and she said, “NO Andrew!  You go over there!”  See?  Bad patient.

Yep, we dragged Andrew home with us from Massachusetts!  No, actually, he volunteered.  (He’s so nice!)  Just to help out with the kids, canning/freezing season, and finishing off the basement with Dee.  Andrew’s been super busy painting, shucking/cleaning/cooking corn to freeze, taking the kids for walks, feeding them lunch, taking them swimming, bouncing them on the trampoline, telling them stories, helping with the dishes, unpacking, letting me nap, and babysitting the kids so I can run errands.  He even folds laundry and helps the kids put it away.  Isn’t he AWESOME?!


And… I’m back.  It’s 1:00am.  I would have posted this a while ago, but Moosies woke up coughing and threw up all over her bed, herself, and me.  So now we’ve both showered, clean sheets are on the bed, Vicks and cough syrup administered, several drinks and tucking-ins also, the grapes/cucumber/cheese chunky vomit washed down the sinks, sinks scrubbed, laundry started, Kbug tucked in next to me on the couch since she woke up with a bad dream… and I think I’ll just leave the unfinished vacuuming and dirty dishes in the sink.  After all, it is 1:00am.

My druggie husband


If I had doubts before, I don’t anymore:  NyQuil works!  I’ve never taken the drug myself, but I keep it on hand for Dee.  We’ve even given it in small, small doses to the kids if they can’t sleep at night from coughing.

Last night I went shopping for stuff we’ll need on our week-long camping trip in Massachusetts.  I bought some stuff we don’t need too, like Pop-tarts, Slim-jims, gummy snacks, sugar cereal in those cute little personal-size boxes, Oreos… and pretty much everything else I saw at Sam’s Club that we never buy that will make the kids love this trip!  We’re going to be the cool family with the yummy junk.  And since we have everything in Sam’s Club size, enough junk to let my kids share food and be popular kids with the other campers!

I stopped at Starbucks to buy two pounds of ground coffee.  My mom was planning on bringing canned coffee camping, and I have to admit that I’m too much of a coffee snob to drink Folgers!  I got two tall iced coffees for free with my purchase.  (Yes, I’m a very valued customer!)  I was sipping away as I drove down the road to Kohl’s, and wouldn’t you know it, I spilled coffee down the front of my shirt.

At Kohl’s, I needed to pick up new socks for everyone.  First though, I picked out two wedding cards and carried them and a wadded up plastic bag in front of my belly, to hide the coffee spills on my shirt.  At the checkout counter, the cashier smiled and said, “Would you like me to take that bag for you?  You look like you’re doing that awkward holding thing.”  Yep.  That’s me!  I handed her the bag and gestured to my shirt.  “I was kind of using the bag to cover up my coffee spill.  That’s what happens when you’ve got a big belly!  It catches everything!”  She smiled and said, “Honestly?  I didn’t even realize you were pregnant!  You’re really not that big.”  Oh girl, I could’ve kissed you!  You lied, but that’s irrelevant.

So where does NyQuil fit in?  I made a few more stops as well, and by the time I got home, it was almost 10:00pm.  Before I started unloading the car, I went in to kiss Dee.  (I knew he hadn’t been sleeping long, because I called him on my way home to tell him I was done shopping.)  But he wouldn’t wake up for all the kisses in the world!  So I unloaded the car, and sat down to eat some supper and watch America’s Got Talent.  I was in and out of my room a couple of times, and Dee never stirred.  At 11:00pm I went outside to water my plants, and when I came back inside I found CJ screaming outside of my bedroom door.  Still no sign of Dee!  I tucked CJ back in bed, and when I finally crawled in bed a little while later, I tried again to wake Dee up with kisses and snuggles.  He was out cold!

This morning I asked Dee if he took NyQuil last night. He said, “Uh, yeah… why?”  So I told him.  He was a little disappointed that he’d missed all those kisses and snuggles!  I’m going to have to remember this trick if I ever don’t want him to wake up when I come to  bed…

Naming Baby… a tough game!


I’m determined to get through the “Name Your Baby” book before this newest Hunsberger is born.  You’d think that we’d have a few names left over from the first four kids, but no.  It doesn’t work that way!  We have to pick out a whole new set of names for each baby.

Right now I’m only to the “B” names in the girls’ section, and the “M” names in the boys section.   I’ll catch up quickly with girls’ names though, since I skip right over the “C” and “K” section.  Names starting with these sounds are my favorite, BUT… I already get my kids names horribly mixed up.  That, and Grammy said she’d disown us if we gave another grandchild a “C” or “K” sound!

I made Dee sit down last night and listen to the name possibilities I’d jotted down so far.  He scratched out 75% of them, so we’re making progress!  Sometimes he laughs when I read a name, and says, “You made that name up!”  Nope.  There are just some very creative names floating around these days.  Dee and I both like a happy medium:  not the celebrity fad, like naming your children after fruits, or elements, or your favorite bird… but also not the #1 name on the social security Top 10 list.  For example, I love the name Jacob, but that name is the #1 boys name right now, and Bella (which I also love) is the #1 girls name.  So, we’re not having a Jacob or a Bella.  Thanks, Twilight.

I have 8 weeks left (probably more) before the baby’s born, so that’s plenty of time to settle on a name or two, right?  I do need to have a few possibilities decided on though, because it has always freaked me out to think of sitting in the hospital trying to think of a name for the baby you just gave birth to.  I want my babies to have names within moments of birth!  I know some parents who are inspired with the perfect name after the baby is born, but that method doesn’t work for me.

I’m not having “babies,” plural, if that’s what the last paragraph sounded like.  Just one baby, as shown by ultrasound!  I did have someone ask me a couple of weeks ago, “Are you sure it’s not twins in there?”  This question right after someone else said, “Wow, you’re HUGE for having 10 weeks left!”  No ladies, you must have forgotten just how big pregnant women get.  And I’m short, so where else is this baby going to grow but out?!

I never get an ultrasound unless my midwife requests one, but Rosie told me to get an ultrasound a couple of weeks ago after I started spotting.  The ultrasound showed everything was fine!   As the technician was taking pictures, and measuring baby limbs and organs, she asked me, “So do you want to know if the baby is a boy or girl?”  Oh my word was I tempted!  At the beginning of this pregnancy, I’d mentioned to Dee that maybe I wanted to find out if it’s a girl or boy.  I don’t know why I wanted to know… we didn’t find out with any of our other kids… but for some reason I thought it would be nice to know what I was having this time.  Maybe bond earlier, make it easier to pack the hospital suitcase and stock the baby’s dresser (now I have to lug boy and girl 0-3 months clothing boxes out of the attic), and definitely easier in picking out names!  But Dee wants another surprise at birth, so I showed self-control and told the ultrasound technician no, I guess she shouldn’t tell me if it’s a boy or girl.  There’s no way I could know and then not talk about it!

So, I’m stuck with reading the entire “Name Your Baby” book.  Good thing we have an eight-hour car trip and a whole week of camping ahead of us!

Raising bookworms


All four of my kids are signed up for the summer reading program at our local library.  I am too, but I don’t get the same cool prizes that the kids do!   The kids get 1 point for every 30 pages, or 1 point for every un-numbered picture book.  They can pick up their points (printed on brightly colored, money-like pieces of paper) once a week, and then in August all the kids cash their points in for those cool prizes I mentioned.

All of my kids love books, but since Kbug can read by herself now, she’s really racking up the book points!  I think she has 121 points so far.  We are totally going to wipe out the prize table in August.  Heehee!  This is bringing back childhood memories.  I was a huge bookworm when I was little.  I’d sneak books into the bathroom, read under the covers at night, bring books in the car, and read pretty much every chance I got.  I’d read instead of doing chores or schoolwork too, so I vexed my mother quite a bit!  And if I wasn’t reading, I was petting my chickens, or daydreaming outside.  Kbug takes after me in her chicken-loving, daydreaming ways too!  I think my daughter is payback.  I don’t mean that in a negative way, just that I see so much of myself in my oldest daughter.  Hopefully that means I’ll be quick to remember what it was like when I was 6, or 10, or 17… and be quick to relate to my daughter.

Tangents, tangents…

So when I was younger, our library also had a reading program every summer.  I picked up several packs of baseball cards every week, and I’m sure some other prizes too.   I was really into baseball cards though, so that’s what I remember.  Getting all of those free packs of cards was AWESOME!  The library probably had to increase their spending budget for prizes once the Dagarin kids started reading.

I’m thrilled that my kids are following in my footsteps!  It just wouldn’t be acceptable if my kids turned their nose up at a book!  I’d rather be frustrated that they’re reading too much than be frustrated by that fact that they have no interest in books.  Or that they’re playing too many video games, or watching too much TV.

Yesterday at my midwife appointment, Kbug asked if she could go out in the waiting room to read books.  One of the nurses asked, “How old is she?”  I told her that Kbug was almost 7, and the nurse kind of sighed and said, “I wish my daughter would ask to read a book!  She hates books.”  Can I just admit that I puffed up a little?  I am so proud of my daughter.

And thank you, Mom and Dad, for teaching me to read, and encouraging me to read, and for not taking my books away forever when I read at inappropriate times.  And Dad, I’m even grateful that you made us read a biography every 3 books, even though I still roll my eyes about your old rule.  I’ll probably be passing that rule on to my kids!

Mommies need push-up popsicles too.


Today I scrubbed down the vinyl seats in my Suburban with a toothbrush.  Not all of them, and no, not extreme nesting.  Just the parts of seat and floor that Kbug hit with her vomit.

It was just one of those days!

One of my boys woke up with pee-soaked sheets, which isn’t really a big deal, but sometimes things like that set the tone for the day.  It shouldn’t, I know.

Our library had a kids program at 10:00am, so things were rushed getting everyone out the door.  (We go every Tuesday, and we have yet to make it on time!)  I don’t like rushing.  And I was tired from waking up at 4:00am with  CJ, who was coughing and crying about his sore throat.  He only wants Daddy when he’s sick, so I moved to the couch and let him take my spot in bed.

Since I was already out in the kitchen/living room, I got up at 6:00am to pack Dee’s lunch.  I never do this anymore, except on rare occasions, so I got extra kisses from Dee!  That’s always nice.  Not that he’s sparing with his kisses, ever…

The library program on Tuesdays is for 6-8 year olds, so Moosies and CJ always get bored.  Then I have to entertain them for 45 minutes upstairs while we wait for Kbug and Cboy to finish up with the big kids.  All of my kids love books, but 45 minutes in the library is a LONG time for my little guys.  Then when we were ready to check out books and leave, the computers were extremely sluggish.  Apparently, because all the libraries were closed July 4th, the whole integrated library system got whammed July 5th!  Happens after every holiday.  I’m going to remember that!  But the 15 people stacked up in line behind us were very pleasant, and my kids stuck with me (instead of running the book isles) and acted very well-mannered.  I think they were hoping for candy.

On the way home from the library is when Kbug threw up.  I’m hoping it was just from the sweltering heat, and trying to read in the car.  I really don’t want to deal with a family-wide stomach bug right now!

I had told the kids we’d try to go swimming after lunch, before naps, but by the time I got the throw-up mess cleaned up and fed the kids lunch, it was time for naps.  Because Mommy said so, that’s why.

My lunch, while I banished the kids upstairs for 20 minutes, was a package of pizza Combos and a push-up popsicle.  I even got to read 2 pages of a new book I snagged at the library.  (If you’ve never thought this through, let me just explain that it is really, really hard to browse for “Mommy books” while keeping track of a 3-year-old and a 2-year-old at the library.  Make that impossible.  So I just grabbed five books off the shelf closest to me, and hoped they were good ones.)

Everyone but Kbug took naps after lunch.  (And everyone but me had a healthy lunch of french toast, made with whole wheat bread and our farm-fresh eggs!)  I stuck her out on the couch with a book on tape, and told her she could turn a movie on when “Pinocchio” was done.  Besides the physical disasters of pee and throw-up, I was tired from all the fighting and whining and lying that happened today.   (And, I’m 32 weeks pregnant and it’s HOT and my hormones haven’t gone anywhere!)  The pee and stuff I can handle, it’s the soul issues that wear me out.  I’m not sure what happened to my normally a-lot-sweeter children!  I felt like asking Dee to watch the kids when he got home from work, so I could escape for a little while.  BUT, I knew the kids and I needed to do something fun together, so we drove to the creek after naps and played in the water.  Built rocks dams, pretended we were beavers, found “dragon eggs” and then slayed the dragons that hatched, watched fishermen… and then CJ had to go poop.  No way was I dragging all four kids into the gas station rest room, so we went home.  Where CJ couldn’t get any poop out, but oh well!  Dee brought Sam’s Club pizza home, bounced with the kids on the trampoline, and helped me tuck all the kiddos in bed.  Mmmmhmmm!  My hero.

Body pillows and green cupcakes


Along with my laptop, I also bought two laundry baskets and a fluffy green body pillow last night.  I’m excited about those purchases too!  (Can you tell I haven’t been shopping for a while?)  I’ve been carrying whole loads of laundry outside to the line with my bare arms.  Those laundry baskets are my new best friend.

And the body pillow?  I’ve been dreaming of a body pillow since I first got pregnant seven years ago, and realized that adding 25 pounds to your front side makes your back ache and your sleep illusive.  Every time I mentioned how nice it would be to curl up around a body pillow, Dee would say, “But Baby, I’ll be your body pillow!”  It’s just NOT the same.  Not even close.  So, finally, five pregnancies later, I broke down and spent $11.99 at Ross’ on a body pillow. I slept GOOD last night!  Dee may become jealous of that pillow and me, but I don’t care.  It’s soooo perfect!

While Dee and I were out shopping, the boys fell off the back of the dumpy trailer.  They were out helping Grammy and Pappy mulch the baby raspberry plants, and riding on top of a full load of mulch.  No broken bones or anything, but CJ hurt his hand and cried for half an hour.  When I asked him about it this morning, and mentioned how Cboy must not have been hurt as bad, CJ said, “Yeah, I cried better than him.”

It’s another holiday!  Dee plans on cranking out the hours in the basement, trying to get drywall hung and possibly the walls sanded.  We spent $600 dollars at Lowe’s last night, and with that bill plus my Best Buy bill (where I also bought a camera), we should really be more depressed than happy!  But I’m definitely HAPPY!

We’re going to watch fireworks too, and go swimming, and rent movies, and eat pizza, ice cream, watermelon, pickles and banana peppers, and whatever else we feel like eating and doing!

I tried to make festive, blue cupcakes this morning, to kick of the 4th of July weekend.  The plan was to ice them white and red for a patriotic dessert.  But, blue food coloring in yellow cake mix turns green.  (Duh, right?  Any kindergartener knows this!)  And the more blue you add, the darker green it turns.  So, we’ll be eating green cupcakes with white and red icing!  But after all, green is my favorite color, so that’s okay.