Meant to Write This a While Ago, But Life Happened

So those witch outfits we got, Felicity wore them every single day for 3 weeks straight. Inside the house of course, not outside. Then the day comes when Felicity and I get to go to Halloween party. I totally talk it up and go to get her costume and “No, I Not Wear My Costume!” Ok, that’s fine, I’ll put it in my bag, I’m sure when she sees everyone else wearing their’s she’ll want to put it on. We get there and there’s about 40 children under the age of 5 (along with their mommies). Felicity still wouldn’t put on the costume. We play for a couple of hours and it’s time for the costume parade, still wouldn’t put on the costume, “Where’s my princess costume?” I look around and pretty much every little girl is some sort of fairy or princess and she was insanely jealous. Another little friend said Felicity could wear her crown, so she put it on and sulked. So lesson learned: little girls really don’t want to be witches (even though they pretty much are), they really want to be princesses.


And Another Trip to the ER Means I Have a Serious Headache

Seporah’s middle name is now spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E. Literally, about a minute after I posted that last post I hear a crash and a scream. And for the most part crashes are dusted off with a quick wipe and a kiss. This crash however was not wiped off so easily and after an hour of Seporah saying her arm still hurt I figured I better go make sure it wasn’t broken. There wasn’t any swelling or redness, she was moving all of her fingers, and she had good pulses and cap refill, so I didn’t think it was a big break, but Seporah is not my little whiner (that title goes to Felicity) and you never know. Long story short, not broken just a little hairline fracture at the tip of her radius near her wrist and she gets to wear a splint for a couple of weeks until it’s all better. At least it’s not a cast for a couple of months. That rite of passage will be saved for another day, hopefully FAR in the future.

Long Rambling Story of How Seporah Now Looks Like My Little Nerd

I should start out with a couple of days ago I was extremely freaking out. Now I’m still freaking out, but no where near as much. This story also really started a couple of years ago, well really a little over a year. Seporah has a tough time with eye contact to begin with, so we honestly didn’t notice anything wrong with her eyes until about a little over a year ago. We noticed that occasionally her left eye wouldn’t look at you when you she was talking. I brought her to 6 different optometrists to get her eyes checked out, each saying the same exact thing they wouldn’t check her eyes until she was 5 year old and no there’s not a pediatric optometrist on the island who does. After the 6th one (Walmart, Costco, Sam’s Clubs, and 3 private ones), I figured I better just wait until she was 5 and then I would get it looked at.

The past couple of months though it’s gotten worse, so I decided to just make an appointment and see if they would care that she was only 4 years 10 months. They didn’t question us until we walked into the appointment, but let us see the optometrist anyways. The optometrist very nicely sat down and talked to us for about 15 minutes, but didn’t look into Seporah’s eyes or make her look at a chart. The optometrist told me she couldn’t help us, but that she knew who could. Apparently what I actually needed was a pediatric opthamologist (hello, that would have been nice to know a year ago, they could see I don’t wear glasses and probably don’t know the difference, I’ve actually only been to an optometrist once in my entire life that I know about). So after talking for 15 minutes and not looking into Seporah’s eyes, she very calmly told me she didn’t think Seporah could see out of her left eye. I laughed and totally dismissed her, but thanked her for the number of who I was suppose to call.

We got an appointment with the opthamologist after talking to a few people, including insurance. Get there and I was informed insurance had not completed the necessary paperwork and would we like to reschedule until they could. I thought about it ($275 is a lot of money), but figured since we had been wanting an appointment for quite some time I would just pay it. We get in there and Seporah goes to read the chart, she puts on the special glasses that cover up the left eye and starts reading. She didn’t do so well, but I figured oh well maybe that’s just because she was only using one eye.

And then we covered the right eye, so she was suppose to read with the left eye. “I can’t read it, there’s a black spot on my eyes,” she said while pointing to her right eye. At this point I think I was breaking out in cold sweats and possibly hyperventilating as I’m remembering what the optometrist had said. She could not see out of her left eye. Holy crap. And I had no idea.

So what actually happened is her left eye has probably always worked very, very, very poorly and eventually her brain stopped recognizing it at all. So she’s blind in her left eye without there being any actually physical damage. And to top it off her right eye doesn’t work so well either (BTW, thinking this is why teaching her to read has been such a struggle).

Her right eye is 100/20 and her left eye is worse than 400/20. Her prescription for lenses is right eye +3.25 and left eye +7.5 (and a couple other things that I can’t understand at all). Apparently her lenses are extremely rare and difficult to make (please read very expensive). Steven had to go to 3 different stores before he found one that had a set of lenses (read “a” as in one) that could be made without special ordering. They actually called in their best lens crafter to do them on his day off since none of the other lens crafters felt comfortable doing it.

She seems to like them ok, we just said she was going to be cool like Daddy and we’ve totally hyped them up. I’m worried about how she’s going to do in school, ESPECIALLY in 6 weeks when we have to patch her right eye to try and make the brain recognize the left one more. Found this site where we’re going to get the patches, I thought they were pretty cute, way better than the pirate patches you can get at Wal-mart.


Like ‘em, she picked ‘em out with Daddy

I Swear I Tried Really, Really Hard

It’s a good thing she’s in Kindergarden, I would hate for my daughter to get laughed at due to her mother’s essentially nonexistent hair styling skills. My mom actually did my hair every single morning until I hit 7th grade. It was a shock to my system when my 11 year old self realized she couldn’t even put her hair in a ponytail. I mean I eventually figured it out, but I never really advanced my hair styling skills very far. And for the past 5 years or so, it’s mostly been pretty short. And for the past 3 months or so, it’s been very, very short (see here for my tween inspiration that takes about 30 seconds in the morning time). Anyways she loved her very beautiful hair (FYI, she was also the one who insisted on the bows, it was either that or marbles, you know the kind that go into black girls hair and well that wasn’t happening).
P.S. Also trying to figure out how to get pictures from the new interface iPhoto to the webpage (or anywhere for that matter) is annoying, so sorry about the weird out of focus pictures, it’s actually a screenshot.


BTW They All Lied

Which I’m infinitely glad about to tell you the truth. When the girls were younger I would say something about how I was waiting for the girls to get older so they would be easier. To which most people would reply that it doesn’t get easier, just different. They lied, it totally gets easier. Not saying it’s a really easy job, but having an almost 3 year old and an almost 5 year old is way nicer than having a newborn and a not quite 2 year old. I sleep, I have conversations, they tell me jokes, I change about a quarter of the amount of diapers, I sleep (I’m really stoked about that part), they say please and thank you and I love you, and their accomplishments are so much cooler (learning to roll over vs. learning to read).

I’m gonna have to say our house just keeps on getting messier and messier with the girls developing new ways to destroy it, but I’m gonna have to say I prefer living in a tornado laden house compared to a sleep deprived zombie land.

*Written in response after I reread the last post which made it kinda sound like I wanted them to revert to their baby ways, which really wasn’t the case.*

Baby Girls No More. Three Cases in Point.

1. So my little big girl is no longer in Toddler sizes. We’ve been squeezing her in 4T clothes for a while now and I finally decided we better go into the big girl section. Oh Lord, somewhere between 4T and size 5 the clothing industries assume that little girls turn into little skanks. I’m not even kidding you, no wonder children are having sex earlier and earlier these days. My only other option besides having a little skank was having a Justin Beiber follower (there was enough of those shirts I could get a different one for every day of the week).

*Warning-the following makes me sound like a cracky old non-hip momma* Whatever happened to the cute sweet innocent clothes??? What ever happened to look she’s 5 years old??? I mostly dress the girls in dresses with leggings underneath. They look like girls, it’s comfortable, not too hot, and it’s easy to get on and off (neither of them can get jeans on/off for the potty and I’m trying to help them foster their own independence in that realm, I mean I’m not gonna be able to help them forever in the bathroom). I actually LOVE the outfits on Hanna Andersson. They’re perfect: comfortable material, stretchy, fun play clothes. Everything I want except it’s like $60 an outfit, not something I’m willing to pay for 1 child’s outfit.

2. Seporah’s also decided she’s old enough to have long hair. This is NOT cool in my opinion. I’ve gotten used to the easiness of short hair. Wash it, brush it, Voila! You’re done! No brushing out snarls, no having to put it in a ponytail so they can play without it getting in their eyes. But she has voiced her concerns about how EVERYONE at school has long hair (including her teacher Mrs. Lucas, who she adores) and I guess she is big enough to make that decision on her own. Felicity will continue to have short hair just incase you were wondering.

3. Today, Steven and I were watching Modern Family. This episode centered around the fact that the children were being raised on electronic portable devices. It was quite funny. After it was over. I realized that we hadn’t heard from Felicity the entire 22 minutes it was running (Seporah was in school). Uh-oh, Felicity could do all sorts of havoc in 22 minutes. Ironically, we found her sitting on her bed playing with an electronic portable device.