Random Silliness

Here are a few pictures of silliness. Of course, these would seem unusual to all of you who know my family....there's nothing silly about us! (I'm being sarcastic.) Enjoy.

First of all, I had to include this picture taken today, because I wanted to show that Ethan has learned how to sit unsupported. He started doing this on Sunday, March 29. He doesn't sit for very long, but he can do it. Another milestone passed. Also, in this picture, you can see his two teeth. This is the first picture I have been able to take of his teeth.
Uncle Josh LOVES overalls on the kids. Why? Because he can carry them around like a suitcase. The kids love to be swung around by Josh. He's just a big kid, anyway.

I love this picture. Joey is a couple feet over Josh's head and flying free as a bird. I was very lucky to get this shot. It took me several attempts, as I had to snap the picture before he even got in the air, for it to take at just the right moment. Joey will also pose, and make silly faces in mid-air. I tried to get a picture of him doing that, but it turned out blurry, so I couldn't use it.

And here is my "mature" and "dignified" sister doing her interpretative dancing. She dances to the music she hears inside her head. What she was interpreting, I have no idea. I guess only she knows.

Look at how graceful she is, even when goofing off. Gee, I miss her. July can't come soon enough for me.

Cousins At Play

Here are just a few pictures of the cousins playing together. This is what I miss most; having my kids close enough to play with their family. Here are the boys and Sarina in Sarina's tent. They were jumping up and down, making the whole tent pop up and down. They had a blast, and their hair was sticking up from all the static electricity.

After taking this picture, I showed Sarina what she looked like, with that faked attitude. She said, "That's what I wanted to look like!" I told her she looked just like her mom.
The big kids are holding the little kids......sort of. It made a cute picture, but was hard to hold for too long. Both Nick and Ethan are wiggly kids.

This one makes me cry. This is a group hug with Shayden, Sarina, Joey, and Nick when we were saying our good-byes. I hated tearing them apart, after they had reconnected. What cruel parents we are to show them what they are missing.

A Promised Threat

While the adults were in the other room visiting, the teens requisitioned my camera, and proceeded to take silly pictures of themselves. Now, I am sure, that they were expecting me to look at the pictures, laugh, and then delete them. Oh, no. I told them, I promised them, that I would publish their pictures on my blog, for all the world to see. So here I am, fulfilling my promise.

Oh, Jacob....you look lovely!
Nice target!

You're the woman, Rachel!

In all fairness to Rachel, she did not know that Jacob took this picture.

And although she was just being silly, I think this is a wonderful picture of Rachel. She is growing up to be such a beautiful young woman.

I must say, that after seeing Jacob, Ravyn, and Rachel all grown up, I am so proud to be their Aunt. I am blessed to have such wonderful, God-fearing, and fun-loving nieces and nephew. I love you guys very much. I can't wait to see you in July.

There are a ton more pictures to go through....I have almost 230 from our vacation. So there will be many more posts with pictures from the trip, but I wanted to get started with a few before getting some sleep. I will endeavor to post more over the next couple days.

Buh-Sprise!!

Buh-sprise. That is how Joey says "surprise." It cracks me up. For such an intelligent child, there are not many words he says incorrectly, but that is one of them. I think it will make me a little sad when he starts saying it right.

As I had said before, we told Angela that we were coming down so she could set up the surprise for Nick's parents. She set a lunch date with Paul, and a dinner date with Mary and Chuck for Thursday. It was really nice to have Steve along with us, not only to get to know him better before officially adding him to the family, but also because he became our photographer to catch the surprise on Mom's and Dad's faces.

Angie went into Dad's office and asked him to come outside and "meet someone." We were standing just outside the door, waiting. The look on his face was priceless. Steve did an awesome job capturing the moment.
When Mom and Chuck came over for dinner, we had Joey and Nick answer the door, and once again, Steve captured the moment of surprise on camera. Mary took awhile to get over the shock. I don't think she was over it, even when we went to the zoo the following afternoon.

When we got to my parents', we didn't have the "photographer" with us. I didn't want to walk in with a camera in my face, I wanted to enjoy the full force of everyone's surprise. So after greeting everybody, I had them reenact their surprise. Aubrey cooperated nicely.....

Josh did not. He behaved exactly as anyone who knows him would expect him to. And, as everyone would expect, Stacei found him hilarious. I love these guys. There is no shortage of hilarity around this crew.

I had had such a hard time not spilling the beans before coming home. I must have talked on the phone with Stacei three or four times in the two weeks before we came, and was so close several times to giving something away. And on Friday morning, Aubrey had left a note on my Facebook Wall saying how she was looking forward to seeing Nick (thinking that he was in Portland on business) but that it would make her miss me and the kids even more. I left a note back that I would have Nick pass on a hug when he got back. It was nice to know they had NO clue. It made the moment of reunion that much sweeter.

Preparation And Aticipation

Making a small car trip with three boys in car seats, say, to the grocery store, takes enough preparation as it is. But taking a trip 2500 miles away, in a plane, in the middle of the night, is on a whole other level. I had to pack enough for five people, for ten days, including diapers and pull-ups, and keep it within a set number of suitcases so that we were not charged for any extra checked luggage. With having purchased four plane tickets, that gives us four checked bags acceptable. But you have to remember that we had three car seats to bring along as well. Luckily, with having an lap infant, we were able to check one stroller and one car seat at the gate for no charge. That left us with two car seats to check, and allowed us two suitcases. So ten days worth of supplies for five people had to be crammed in two suitcases and not exceed 50 pounds. I would say that my organizational skills were put to the test, and I am happy to say that I passed. The other thing I had to consider was the carry-ons. We, again, were allowed up to four. However, I did not want to be carrying around three kids, four carry-ons, a stroller, and a car seat through the airport. Since Nick and I each had a child next to us, in different rows, I packed one small bag for each of us with items to keep the kids occupied. I also allowed one extra carry-on that remained mostly empty, until I filled it with coats and shoes to pass through security. It was good thinking on my part to allow a fairly empty bag, as the amount of spoils sent home with us could not fit in our already stuffed, almost overweight suitcases. Here are some pictures from the first stage in our trip.

Here are the three boys, each in their pajamas, standing (or sitting) next to the big bear. Notice the stroller has two of our carry-ons, and my purse, loaded into it.
Here is the luggage cart we used, piled high with three car seats, two suitcases, one carry-on, and a partridge in a pear tree. The plastic bags on the seat were for the car seats.

I was very excited to begin our trip. It had been 2 1/2 years since I had been home. Little Nick was only two weeks old when we left, so for both he and Ethan, they would be meeting most of the family for the first time. I had to get a picture of each boy showing how they shared my enthusiasm.

It's enough to make you excited too, isn't it?! These pictures make me laugh! You must remember that we had dragged the kids out of bed after only a couple hours' sleep. That, I think, is reflected most in these pictures.

Mt. Redoubt

Since the big local news is, of course, the eruptions of Mt. Redoubt, I thought I would share a couple pictures taken from the AVO website. Anchorage has finally seen some ash fall and the airport is now closed. Until now, it was the individual airlines making the decisions whether or not to fly into Anchorage....now, nobody can. I guess it is good we got back when we did.
This first picture is from space, obviously. You can see the ash cloud clearly, and it is quite amazing to know that it could be seen from space.

This is another taken from the eruption on 3/27/09, in the evening.

And this one certainly is the most dramatic. Absolutely beautiful. This was taken just before 1:30am this morning. Incredible!

Since I rarely get the computer for any length of time before late at night, I just don't have the energy to do much. I must get to bed and get some sleep before church tomorrow.

Growth On Vacation

So I have a lot to catch up on. I have been wanting to blog and get pictures up, but woke up Wednesday morning to Joey throwing up in my bed. He spent all day throwing up, he couldn't even keep down water. I felt so bad for him. At one point, he said, "Mommy, don't be sad for me, because it makes me sad that I can't see my cousins." I started crying. Not only are we missing family already, we were dealing with the sickies. He started feeling a little better yesterday, and was fully recovered today. So far, nobody else has gotten sick, so I pray that this was an isolated case, not an epidemic. Needless to say, I have had little to no time to get my pictures and blogging done.

But there is one important thing I must do without further delay. That is, of course, blog about the seven month milestone. Ethan turned seven months old while we were on vacation. In fact, he did more than that. On March 16, he started scooting. On March 17, he cut his first tooth (the bottom, right, front tooth.) On March 18, he turned seven months old. On March 23, while stuck in Seattle, he cut his bottom left front tooth. He had a very busy week.
So here are my comparison pictures for the boys at seven months old. Joey is up above. He became fascinated with his tongue just before turning seven months old, so he is sticking his tongue out in the picture.

Nick was a quick little booger when he was scooting. I would place him across the room out of the way, and by the time I turned around, he was back getting into whatever it was I was trying to move him away from. I love this goofy grin on his face.

Ethan is such a love. I have been blessed with cuddly children. Nick was the least cuddly, but I love nothing more than snuggling with my babies. Ethan has become a little less cuddly now that he can scoot around. All he wants to do now is be on the go. He doesn't even enjoy his bouncer as much as he used to because he is still stationary. What a cute boy.

It is much too late for me to stay up any longer. I am exhausted, having had very little sleep on vacation, and none since we've been home. Have a blessed weekend, and I will aim to blog more about the trip this weekend.

Our Last Minute Adventure

I will start blogging vacation details and pictures in the next day or so....after I have recovered. I just wanted to "quickly" explain our last minute adventure.

We left my parents' around 5pm, headed back for Seattle where we were to catch the flight home. It was another red-eye, leaving around midnight and getting in just before 3am. I made the "we made it to the airport safely, call ya in the morning" phone calls and proceeded to try to wrangle three kids in the airport for three hours. We get on the plane; Joey, Ethan and I in the very last row, Nick and Nick on the other side of the plane a couple rows up. It started out as the perfect flight. All three boys were asleep before take-off! I was just praying that they would stay asleep until landing. That was not a difficult prayer to answer.

As it was, Mt. Redoubt, a volcano 80 some miles from Anchorage (I'm not real sure about the specifics...just thought I'd throw in some "knowledgeable" info) decided to erupt, three times, in fact. So, the pilot came over the intercom and said that although the Anchorage airport was currently open, it would close before we got there and we were sent back to Seattle. So we landed back in Seattle a mere 60 minutes after we took off. We were told to pick up our baggage and leave, call reservations, because they were not re-booking flights that night as they had no idea when the Anchorage airport might be open.

By now, it was 1am, we had three sleepy, irritated little boys, and we had to find a hotel as quick as possible, knowing that we were not the only flight that had been redirected. So, Nick got on the phone as soon as he could, calling all the cheap hotels first. No such luck. Finally, we booked a room at the Double Tree Hotel, a very spendy room. Unfortunately, the hotel shuttles stop running at 1am, so we had to rent another car that would fit three car seats (not the cheap kind of cars, either) and try to get some sleep.

We finally got settled and the boys to sleep around 3:30-4:00am. When Nick called the airlines the next morning, the first flight we could get was for 4:10pm on Tuesday! So now we had a day and a half to waste in Seattle.

Needless to say, I have just now got home, eaten dinner, and gotten the boys in bed. So now I have to decide whether to unpack now or leave it for tomorrow. Who am I kidding? There was no thought in my head about unpacking tonight!!!

Have a blessed week. I will be in recovery for the next few days. Feel free to communicate in any way, I will still be playing secretary around here.

Thank you Mom and Dad, Mary and Chuck, and Angie and Steve for all your hospitality. Thank you Josh and Stacei and family, Aubrey and Gary and family, Megan, Grandma and Grandpa Dooley, Paul and Taylor, Grandmama, Aunt Karen, Aunt Carolyn and girls for taking time out of your schedules to spend time with us. I love and miss you all, and can't wait to get back to see you in July.

Pictures Will Have To Wait

We have been having a wonderful time. We have been going non-stop since we got here....which is what we wanted. Saturday we stayed in, but had Aubrey and her kids and Josh and Stacei and the kids over again, so it was a madhouse of fabulousness. (Yes, that is a word!)

Sunday we had a great time at church. As soon as we got inside, Joey and Sarina found each other and ran through the church holding hands. It was a precious sight to see. Sarina took it upon herself to make sure that Joey had a good time and felt included. Josh was working, but Stacei and the kids, and Aubrey and her family were over again to play. It has been great to see them so much.

Yesterday, we went to see my Dad, Scott. He has lost a lot of weight since I last saw him. He has not been doing well. It has been hard watching the MS take over his body. I know he is not on his deathbed, but I have no promises of seeing him again when I leave for Alaska.

After we visited with my Dad, we spent the evening with my mother-in-law. It was nice to spend some time with them. The boys went on four walks and "cat-hunts" after dinner. Every time they came back inside, they were ready to go back out.

Today, I think, will be a fairly normal, quiet day. Mom is cooking a turkey dinner, which I am looking forward to so very much. Then on Friday, we will have turkey noodle soup! (Even better!) Nick is going to go to a movie with Josh this afternoon, and I hope to get the boys down for a nap; something they haven't done with any regularity since we came. The rest of the week seems to be pretty busy, so I hope to have at least one "down" day today.

I would love to post some pictures, but I forgot to bring the USB cord for the camera, so pictures will have to wait until we get back. There are some great ones.

Well, I have one son dressed, one son half dressed, and one son still in pajamas. I suppose I should finish the job, and perhaps get myself dressed as well. Have a spectacular day.

Just A Quick Note

I know I have been silent lately, but there has been a very good reason. I have had a secret, a surprise, that has been all I have been thinking about, all that I have wanted to talk about. But I couldn't talk about it or it wouldn't be a secret. And if I had mentioned that I had a secret but didn't go on to reveal the secret, I know there are certain tenacious people who would not stop until the secret was known. So, I figured it would be better for me to keep quiet than to say anything at all.

I am home!! In Forest Grove!! At this very minute, typing on my parents' computer. This is the first time home in over two and a half years! The secret was that nobody knew we were coming. Let me rephrase, on a couple people knew we were coming, and they only knew to help set up the surprise.

We told Dad so he could make sure that they were prepared for a moderate invasion and so that he could help set up the surprise on my side of the family. I had called Mom a couple weeks ago to let her know that Nick was going to be in town on business and could he please stay the weekend with them. Also wanted her to invite Josh and Aubrey and their families for dinner to see him.

We also told Angie, Nick's sister, so she could help set up the surprise on Nick's side of the family.
We took a red eye flight on Thursday morning, and because my parents were both working a 24 hour shift, we planned on staying with Angie for Thursday night. Angie set up a lunch date with her Dad and a dinner date with her Mom. So when Angie brought Dad outside of his office to "meet someone" there Nick and I were with all the kids. The look on his face was priceless, and captured beautifully on camera by Steve, Angie's fiance. (Pictures will have to wait until another time. I really should be in bed, but couldn't sleep, so I'm up getting some of this off my mind.) We spent the lunch hour with Paul going from table to table showing off his grandsons.
When we got back to Angie's we took a much needed nap and then started preparing for the next surprise. Angie had told Chuck about our surprise so that she could enlist his assistance in making sure Mary would be available for dinner. When they showed up, we had Joey and Nick (the little one) answer the door. Her look of astonishment was also caught on camera by Steve. (I asked him if he wanted to come to my family's on Friday to be our photographer, but he passed.) We had a wonderful time with Mom and Chuck and were completely blessed by Steve and Angie's hospitality. They were fantastic!
On Friday, I guess that is still technically today, we had to wait until dinner to see my family, so we spent a fairly leisurely morning with Steve and Angie. Taylor, Nick's "little" sister (several inches taller than me at 13) didn't have school today, so she was dropped off by Dad on his way to work and got to spend the day with us. In the afternoon, we went over to Grandmama's to surprise her, and then headed off to the zoo. Mary was able to take the afternoon off and met us at the zoo. This was the boys' first trip to the zoo and they had a blast. Again, they had no nap and both Joey and Nick walked just about the entire time without complaining. I was super proud of them.
When we left the zoo, it was to head out to my parents'. I called to let them know that Nick was on his way over, and since Dad answered the phone, I was able to make sure that everybody was coming and that nobody knew that anybody other than Nick was going to be there. Unfortunately, my Mom was one of those tenacious people I mentioned earlier, and she figured it out.....but not until just this afternoon, so she was still surprised but at that point was expecting us. (She didn't know all the details, or that I had to stay away all of Thursday and Friday to make sure this surprise worked.) Our "plan" was to have Nick show up after everybody was there and say his "hello's" and then forget something in the car...then the boys and I would come back in with him. But since Mom knew, and we didn't know exactly when everybody would show up, we decided to just surprise people as they got there. When we pulled up, Aubrey and Gary were already there, so we stormed in en masse and gave Aubrey the shock of a lifetime. It was fantastic to see her (and the rest of the family) again. It was really funny, because earlier Aubrey had left me a note on Facebook saying that she was looking forward to seeing Nick but that it would make her miss me and the kids more. So I was ecstatic to be able to see her and be seen by her.
Josh and Stacei showed up a few minutes later and Nick met them at the door while the kids and I hid in the other room. Then the kids and I made ourselves visible and it was another round of squeals and laughter and tons more hugs. This has been the best two days in a very long time!
What's even better is that we don't go home until the 22nd, so I have eight more days to be here.

Well, this was supposed to be a quick note....but I seem incapable of making a note quick. I have lots of pictures that I will be able to post tomorrow....and of course I will be taking tons more. So now I should make another attempt at going to bed.
Have a blessed beyond belief weekend.

Been Putting It Off

I've been putting it off, and I don't know why. Each time I sit down to blog, nothing comes to mind. So now I am going to make myself put down in writing what I should have done last week. As you know, Ethan turned six months old last Wednesday. Therefore it is time for the monthly picture comparison of the boys. Below you will find a picture of each of our three sons when they were six months old. Looking at these pictures, I would have to say that Ethan is showing more of an individual look now, although he still clearly looks like he belongs with the other two.

Joey, at six months. He was jabbering away at Mommy while I took his picture.
Nick, at six months. He was blossoming into a happy baby. (Those pajamas he's wearing; Ethan wears them now, but they are much smaller on Ethan!)

Ethan, at six months. I was lucky to get a smile out of him; he knew he was going to eat since he was being put in the highchair. Usually, when he is being prepared to be fed, the only thing on his mind is his food, and if it is not in his mouth as soon as he is buckled in, he is advising me of his displeasure.

Last Saturday, we got Ethan's six month pictures done at JC Penney. They turned out so adorable! I can't wait to get them back. They should be ready next Tuesday.

On Thursday, Ethan had his six month check up with his doctor. Dr. Bateman only works part time now, so the last time she saw Ethan was when he was two weeks old. Since then, the NP's were seeing him. It was nice to be seen by the doctor for a change. Ethan is growing well and looking healthy. She says he has got strong gums and jaw, as he was chomping on her finger anytime it got close enough to his mouth. He wants everything in his mouth these days. I think he may be teething; you can feel the bottom two front teeth under his gums, but they are not close enough to cut through. So it may take awhile still, but if they are moving even a little, they would be irritating him and making him want to chew on anything he can.

Dr. Bateman picked him up when she was done and declared him "solid." He weighed in at 19lbs 2oz. I think he may have lost some weight the week before since he was sick and had been throwing up and had diarrhea, but he is still a healthy weight and in the 75th percentile. He was measured as 28 inches long, which is only an inch more than last time, but still in the 95th percentile. His growth rate is slowing down, which is what all of our boys have done. They have all made the greatest gains in their first four months, and then slowed down after that. At least they're consistent! All in all, it was a good appointment. He only had two shots instead of three, and the oral rotovirus vaccine for the third and final time. He didn't like getting poked, but was quick to recover.

Joey is learning how to thumb wrestle. It happens to be the one sport in which I play rather well. He has a lot of fun, particularly with the opening declaration. His one weakness is that he likes to use his second hand to help him control his opponent. I end up having to hold both his hands so he only uses the one thumb. I try not to make it too easy on him, but I let him win the majority of the times; both to bolster his self-confidence, and because I have such an unfair advantage over him!

Nick is talking so much more and is doing really well with it. There are still many times when I can't figure out what he is trying to say, but through a process of elimination or pantomime, we usually come to the answer. I still translate most of his speech for Daddy....but that is to be expected.

I have got to hit the shower before going to bed, so I really must be going now. Be blessed and know that each one of you are missed, loved, and thought of all the time.

Another Week Begins

Happy Monday! (If that is not an oxymoron, I don't know what is) Today was a good day because all of my kids are finally feeling well again. This was the first day that Ethan woke up happy and more like himself than he has been in the last few days. He still does not have his appetite back, but he will get there.
It is hard to imagine, but Ethan will be six months old on Wednesday. He is such an amazing child. He is so sweet and loving. He has a joy of life that is wonderful to see. He has his check-up on Thursday, and I can't wait to see how much he has grown.

I'm not an artistic person. But I must say I was pretty proud of the Valentine's cards that the "boys" did for Tirzah. The boys did help, but I did the bee all by myself! (Aubrey, I will have you know that I made the wings and the antennae out of the scraps from cutting the bee out, instead of wasting more paper to make them!)

This adorable little girl is Tirzah. (She has the hair I dream of having on a girl!) She is just a few months younger than Nick. Nick is her boyfriend, but Nick doesn't really know it. He's clueless, or in denial; typical male. They have a lot of fun together. I was glad I could watch her for Adam and Rachel as they each took a class with AKSOM, Alaska School Of Ministry. Adam took a class on Personal Evangelism and Rachel took a class on Eschatology; the study of end times.

Here is my little man, so tired of not feeling well. He fell asleep while bouncing, as did both his brothers before him. I find it so funny that each of the boys have had a different style of jumping in the bouncer. Joey was a straight bouncer. He bounced up and down, getting as high as he could; the normal bouncer, you could say. Nick took a different approach; he would bounce a few times to get it going, and then lift his feet and let it swing him back and forth. Ethan, is a child after my own heart. He will rock back and forth in it, rolling from the balls of his feet, to the top of his toes, while in a steady bouncing rhythm. It is the funniest thing to watch.

I am attempting to get to bed earlier tonight. It is a miracle that I have possession of the computer at this early hour. If Nick didn't have a movie to watch, I would probably be sitting in bed waiting for him to be done, until it is pointless to try to stay awake any longer. It will be nice to get my computer time in and still get to bed relatively early.

I hope your week is a great one; stay healthy and safe.

Pictures Of Love

Seeing as how this is Valentine's Day, I thought I would just show you some of my favorite pictures of love. They say a picture is worth a thousand words; so I will keep my big mouth shut and let the pictures do the talking.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Knock On Wood

Yesterday was one of the hardest days with the kids yet. After Nick woke up feeling as awful as he did, he started feeling well enough to throw a fit about EVERYTHING. He was not happy about anything. If Joey picked up a car to play with, Nick insisted that it was 'his'. Sure, this is normal toddler behavior, but the manner in which he insisted was very un-Bug like.
I gave him a popsicle after nap, and after taking a couple licks, he was screaming because he wanted the popsicle off the stick. Then he wanted the wrapper removed, but once removed, he was screaming because the popsicle was too cold, sticky, and drippy. Finally, by the time he was a quarter the way through it, having taken 15-20 minutes, he had been screaming the whole time, I took it away from him and threw it away. That most certainly did not make him happy, but I could not take anymore.
That was how Nick acted about everything yesterday. I had little sanity to begin with, but I was completely loco by the end of the day.

To make matters worse, Ethan got sick too. He had a couple of diarrhea blowouts in which his clothes were soiled up the back and down the legs. Then, he threw up twice. Not just spit up, but the whole body clenching, stomach emptying kind. Neither of the other boys ever threw up as babies, so this was my first experience with it. I felt so horrible for him. He went through four outfits, and two bedding sets (which turned into three loads of laundry for me!)

So far this morning, Bug seems to be back to normal. As soon as he woke up, he came into bed with us and started wiggling and giggling, absolutely normal Bug behavior. Ethan got a bottle in the middle of the night after having kept down the Pedialyte, and he has kept that down as well. He was just woken up by Bug, and he, too, seems to be feeling a bit better.

So pray with me that today will be the day that all three boys are back to healthy, happy, children and Mommy gets a bit of a break. I am still battling a bit of congestion, but nothing I can't handle. It sound as if all three boys are clamoring to be fed (imagine that) so I will say so long for now.

Have a great weekend and a Happy Valentine's Day tomorrow.

False Alarm

Well, I guess our recovery will take a little longer than I thought.
Nick started dry heaving again this morning. He also had a heart rate of 132 and I could feel his heart pumping while my fingers were practically hovering over his chest.
Since then, his heart rate has gone back down, and I can't feel it strongly anymore. But that sure scared me for a moment. He is back on a fluids only diet until further notice.

I, on the other hand, am feeling even better. I got a good night sleep (comparatively) and don't feel nauseated anymore. I never did throw up (thank the Lord) but the last couple days have made me feel as if I might throw up at anytime. I have hardly had anything to eat....in fact, the only thing I ate yesterday was a sandwich. Part of my problem could be that I have a rumbly in my tumbly.

I sent the boys downstairs a few minutes ago, so I better go catch up with them before the house is destroyed. Boys! It is amazing the amount of mischief and destruction they can accomplish in such a short time.

Recovering

We have all taken turns being sick over the last couple of weeks. This is why I have been absent from the blog. I have been exhausted, feel like I have been ran through the wringer. Joey and Daddy were sick last week, Nick and I are sick this week. Last night was the first time I got any sleep in the last three days.

On Monday night, Nick was throwing up between 11pm and 6am. After the first two times, he was only dry heaving, which hurts so bad. He would be crying, saying "I'm done" even while his body was still all clenched up. He didn't want to do any more. I felt so bad. My mom was the best when I was sick; she always knew how to make me feel better, and took such great care of me. She made it look so easy. I feel like I am bumbling around and not doing any good for my kids.

I was so tempted to call mom at 2:30am as I was sitting up blowing my nose for the millionth time. I wanted her to be here, so I figured that if she couldn't be here physically, she could at least be there over the phone. If I had to be up and miserable, somebody else should be up and miserable with me! But, alas, I had more common sense than that; besides, my husband was mumbling in his sleep that I should NOT call my mom in the middle of the night.

But we are now all on the mend. As long as I keep the Advil and Sudafed shoved down my throat, I can manage a semi-alive posture. The more sleep I get, the better I feel. The boys and I just got up from a two hour nap, so I am feeling pretty good right now. I have another hour before I can take more drugs. Ethan is playing nicely on the bed, waiting patiently for his mom to feed him. I think I will let him have bananas again; he loves bananas.

Hope everyone else is well and healthy. Have a great week.

"Grandpa Told Me"

Joey has been making me laugh all day. He has had a cold for the last few days, and this morning was feeling the worst yet. Shortly after coming downstairs, he coughed so hard he gagged and threw up. His throat was so soar he could hardly eat his breakfast. (No, that is not what is making me laugh.)

Today, his 'phrase' is "Grandpa told me." I can only guess that it is his way of thinking that I must give him what he wants if it was because "grandpa told me"! For example, "Grandpa told me that after I throw up I should do art because it will make me feel better." Therefore, I am required to get out his art supplies and let him make something. I have no problem letting him make art; I just found it hilarious that he needed to do it because "Grandpa told him." All day, he has been prefacing his comments with "grandpa told me." I can't even tell you the last time he spoke to one of his Grandpas. He's too funny.

Then, oh my goodness, I just about had a coughing fit myself laughing so hard at what he said before nap. He was changing into a Pull-Up and wanted to show me that he had kept his underwear clean and dry. Of course I told him how proud I was of him. And he said, "It's what I do all day. It's what I live for." Where did he hear that phrase? I was trying so hard not to laugh, so that he wouldn't think I was laughing AT him, but I couldn't quite contain myself. Every time I started laughing out loud, I had to cover it with a kiss and an "I love you." He was loved and kissed a LOT before finally getting him into bed.

On another note, Ethan rolled over from back to tummy for the first time yesterday! He has been rolling over from tummy to back since he was fifteen days old, but he finally mastered both ways. It's kind of funny watching him, because it is like watching it in slow motion. He gets his arm stuck under him and can't quite get all the way over, so he just sits there, as if suspended, until he can manage that final kick that gets him all the way on to his tummy and frees his arm.

It has been less than half an hour since I laid the boys down for a nap, and I think all three of them are asleep!! That doesn't happen often. So, I am going to take advantage of that and try to get some sleep myself. With the boys getting sick, I have been awakened at least once an hour all night long for the last few nights. I could use this hour or so to catch up.

Praise For The Lord

Joey had me laughing so hard this evening. I had to write down what he said so that I could try to relay it to you. He and Nick were at the top of the stairs, I was rocking Ethan. I hear Joey talking in what can only be described as a 'preacher' voice. So I listened real carefully to catch every word. It went something like this:
"Raise your hand and praise for the Lord of your God! He made us everyday, and He can fix our bodies when we die, because He died and was a baby before." I love it! Too funny.
Then he came downstairs and gave Ethan a kiss on the top of his head and said, "Ethan, I am going to keep you for the Lord." How precious is that?

We brought out the bouncer for Ethan and put the swing away. He has finally grown too big for the swing. He took to the bouncer like a duck to water. He loves it. The first time I put him in it, he was bouncing and laughing as if he had been doing it all his life. (Which is a significant amount of time!)
So, this first picture is of him checking it out, seeing how he was going to like it.
And in less than a minute, he was bouncing and laughing and having the time of his life. Joey and Nick were loving watching him, too.
I suppose my time is up. It is after one in the morning and I could get woken up in the next five hours, so I better get as much sleep as I can in the meantime.
Have a fantabulous weekend.

Peas, Peas, Peas

Ethan was so funny; he did not seem to care for the peas I put in his cereal yesterday. Poor Ethan, Mommy wouldn't give up. Yes, I made him eat as much as he could handle for the first try. Sometimes it is hard to remember that babies don't start out with a well-rounded palette. They have to learn each new taste. So here are a series of pictures that show that things did not get better as they went along. (Mom, I will warn you now; the last picture might be hard to handle. But if you just read the captions you will find some humor in it and know that it really does complete the sequence. Also, please know that Ethan is showing no sign of emotional scarring and has since been laughing and smiling all day.)

First, a pondering; 'what could this be that Mom put in my mouth?'

Next came a bit of concern; 'I'm not sure I'm going to like this.'
Then comes the grimace; ' I know I'm not going to like this!'

Then the gag; 'I don't think I can keep this down.'

And then Daddy came downstairs to ask if he thought they were yummy peas. "NO! Why, oh why, is Mommy torturing me so?'

At this point, I knew it was helpless. He couldn't stand anymore. I had to rescue him (and my own mamma's heart that couldn't take those tears.) I want to point out the bottom lip. My two older boys know how to pout, another trait they inherited from their Daddy, I am sure. But Ethan! His lip can stick out further than either of the other boys' and is the precursor to the wail. When that lip comes out, I know that my mamma's heart is going to be twanged with an echoing hurt.

Hoping not to have a repeat performance, but knowing that he needed to expose himself further to the deliciousness of the pea, I gave him peas in his cereal again tonight. After the first couple bites, he managed to stop grimacing and even finished the entire amount, which he didn't do yesterday. All in all, I think he did very well. I am please at this new sucess.

Five Months Old

I only have a moment; it is time to get dinner ready and I have left Nick downstairs with all three kids and dinner responsibility. So I must do this quickly so I can go help.
Today is January 18, 2009......Ethan is five months old today. I tell you, this kid is growing up too fast. I was talking with my brother Mark a bit ago, and we agreed that the easier the baby is, the quicker the time flies. (Especially in the sleeping through the night area.) I must say that Ethan is probably our easier baby so far.
So, on to the comparison pictures.

This is our Chubba-Bubba at five months old. He was always a happy baby, but I think that by this age I had already taken so many pictures of him, that when he saw the camera come out, he was more exasperated than anything!

Our precious Nick, finally growing out of his colick and smiling a bunch more. He is amazingly sweet now, that it is hard to know that I remember a time when I didn't think he was so sweet. I think you have to see him, to be around him for just a little while to really know what I mean about him being so sweet. It is not something easily put into words.

And here is my Ethan angel. Nobody at church, could believe that he was already five months old, at the same time wondering if he really wasn't a bit older with how big he is. This picture cracks me up: it shows his chubby cheeks, his wide mouth (must have got the big mouth from his Daddy; we all know that my mouth is always meek and mild!), and his joy of life. Of course, he had just gotten out of the bathtub, dressed for church, and just before I captured the picture, he spit up all over his clothes. Thankfully, this sweatshirt was relatively easy to wipe off without smearing and he was able to stay in these clothes for church.

Okay, I have taken up too much time already. Nick has asked for me once, so I really must run. I have some more pictures to post of Ethan eating peas for the first time. Let's just say he didn't care for them as much.