What to do with ourselves?

This coming three day weekend might be the first three day weekend in 9 years where we are not traveling.

Y'know you're a mom when...

...you keep catching yourself walking down the hall in step with the Itsy Bitsy Spider song playing in your head.

Reunion and Rainy Day

This weekend we made the long drive to Ohio.  “Long drive?” you say.  It’s only 4 hours.  Yes…. four LONG hours that make us NEVER want to travel again.   But wait.  Come Sunday, we got to pack back up and make that long drive again.  Lucky us.  

Actually the weekend itself was pretty good.  Both boys got spoiled.  AJ via lots of cuddles and baby talk.  Andrew via new shoes and sugar.   Lots of sugar.  If Papa is good for one thing … it’s giving Andrew sugar.  I don’t think he could have gotten much more wound up Saturday evening.

On Saturday night, I had my 10-year high school reunion.  And my husband deserves a great big fat gold star for going with me.  I wasn’t really sure what to expect and ended up really enjoying myself.  I caught myself chatting it up all evening with my girlfriends from high school, which just left Marc kind of just hanging there.  There was another husband there that he did get to chat with for a while, but I know that it wasn’t an evening he wishes to relive anytime soon.  But he was sweet and let me stay as long as I wished and didn’t give me too hard of a time about it (it didn’t help that other wives came without their husbands).  

Sunday morning, Dad and Marc went fishing.  Then we all met up for an open house for my cousin in the Navy.  From there we headed back up to Michigan.

Over the weekend, Andrew developed a slight cough.  Nothing major, but we did give him cough medicine in the middle of the night last night when he was having trouble sleeping.  This morning he acted just fine and I didn’t give it another thought.   However, once we got to daycare, he wouldn’t let me go and actually cried when I left to the point where his teacher had to kindly pry him away so I could go (I hated it).  I got called into the downtown campus today, so I worked a longer day and the kids where in daycare even longer.  When I left at the end of the day, I found out I had a voicemail from daycare.  They had moved Andrew to Rainy Day less than an hour after I dropped him off.  He was coughing constantly (some sneezing, not eating and feeling crummy).  Great.   But this evening, he seemed fine.  We gave him some more cough medicine and sent him to bed early.  We will see what tomorrow brings.

This week is looking a little busy.  Lots to do.  Ok… time to go to bed.

You're lookin' at her.

While covering the phones today, the Culligan man came in and asked me, "Did that girl that works here have her baby, yet?"

I was that mom with the crying baby in a restaurant that I used to get frustrated with.

The week is almost over!   Monday, as soon as Marc got home we packed up a dinner (a pan of enchiladas) and took it to a family from church with a 3wk old baby boy.   Then we met up with some friends of ours who are building a home.  We got to go through the home and visit with them and Andrew got to run with their boy through the spacious empty rooms.    We then cheated and picked up Wendy's for our dinner since it was plenty late by that time to actually go home and make something.

 

Tuesday, we did have our own enchiladas for dinner and just worked around the house.  Wednesday, we were just at home, had leftover enchiladas and worked around the house... packing up for Thursday since I worked all day.  It's amazing how much stuff I need to pull together for myself and the kiddos on those days.   Last night, Ryan was in town and crashed at our place.  He also took us out to dinner, which was so very nice!  We went to Logan's which is a great place, but by the time we got there, and got seated and got our food, it was 8pm.  So I had one hungry toddler (who did very well considering) and a very cranky baby.    So I ended up walking with him in the lobby while the guys ate.  Then Marc held him while I ate a little bit, but I ended up taking most of my food home since it was really time to get the boys down.  Needless to say, I am having a mighty fine lunch today. 

 

Once we got home, and got the kids down, the three of us got sucked into watching 3 episodes of "The Office".  (I love that show).  So I didn't even start packing for today (daycare/work) or for this weekend in Ohio (my 10 year reunion and a family thing) until around 10.  So it was a late night.    Of course, Andrew decided that he would get up at 6:45 this morning, with AJ right on his heels.  But, I really needed to get up anyway since I still had packing to do and I came into work early today with the hopes of getting out early also.  However, only 4 requests have come in so far, which means it could be a light day (good thing), or they could all be waiting until later when I want to leave (bad thing).  So, my fingers are crossed.

 

Have a fabulous weekend!

 

Fastest START button pusher in the west!

My department surprised me today by all coming to the office (even my supervisor from downtown) to present me with a WOW (my company's form of recognition). It says:

Congratulations Kelli Dykstra
For setting a new record at the XXXXX Campus.
On August 14, she received requests for 27 chart copies.
The most ever received and completed in one day.
Kelli completed them all in a timely manner.
Nice Work Kelli.

And they all signed it. Even the head of the deparment. Plus I got a chocolate Wow. (It's like a large chocolate coin that says "Wow"). And everyone was saying how thankful they are I am here, and what would they do without me, blah, blah, blah... It was a nice surprise...I think I even blushed a little.

Fire Engine Number Four

Fire Engine Number Four was going around our neighborhood this morning, checking all the hydrants, hooking them up to thier hose and spraying water everywhere to clean the hydrant out.  Of course, Andrew, AJ and myself were right there on the sidewalk watching.  Andrew even followed them to the next hydrant to watch again.  The firemen were very nice and waved to him and even offered to let him sit in the engine.  To this offer, Andrew said yes, right up to the point of actually lifting him up to the door.  Then he refused.  Oh well.  It was interesting to watch.  

 

Later when we were back inside I asked Andrew what the firemen were doing outside fully expect an answer such as "spraying water", or "cleaning the hydrant" or even "riding the engine".  But instead he said that they were "keeping Andrew safe and keeping baby AJ safe and keeping Mommy safe" as he pointed to each of us.  Kinda surprised, I went along with it and we had a nice little talk about fire and how he should try to get to the mailbox if there were a fire, etc... 

 

Ironically enough, as we were heading to work/school this morning, we saw Fire Engine Number Four driving back to the FireHouse.  There, Andrew promptly told me that the the fireman where going back to take a nap because they were tired.

What it's all about

The New Cuts

HAPPY














SURPRISED















MAD

That guy that lives with his mom.

These past few days…. AJ has fallen in love with his Daddy.  Up until then, I’m not sure that he really knew him.  He was really little, then Marc was gone for while.   But now… those little eyes seek his daddy out and if Marc even looks in his direction, AJ lights up and smiles ear to ear.  And just between you and me… I think Daddy is in love with AJ, too.

Mama's got a brand new 'do'

It’s been a busy weekend. Friday night we found a new china buffet restaurant for dinner before running to Sam’s for much needed diapers, cheese and trail mix.

Saturday morning, Marc went golfing with Andy, so the boys and I met Kari to go garage sale-ing. And struck out. It was a tad foggy and little misty and nobody had sales out. So we came home mid morning, shortly before Marc made it home.

After naps we went to our friends house where we all got haircuts. Well, not AJ. I went for the ‘mom’ cut and went short. Much shorter than usual. But with it all falling out anyway, it might as well be shorter hairs I’m pulling out of the drain. Of course, Andrew looks adorable with his new ‘do’. I love it when his hair it nice and short. He looks so big and ornery.

Then last night we got together with the Kari ad Andy. We grilled hamburger/hotdogs and played cards once the kiddos were in bed.

This morning was church, which was A.W.E.S.O.M.E! Totally unbelievable. I could write an entire post about it. The worship was incredible, the message was amazing. I even had to hold back a chuckle when I was reminded that God known how many hairs are on our head. (I hope he tracks mine in pencil with a hefty eraser). Man, I didn’t want the service to end. Our pastor started a series, so I a bummed we are going to miss next week. But alas, we had to eventually rescue the teachers from our kiddos and head to the grocery store. By the time we finished up, it was almost naptime and we weren’t even home yet, so we just ran through “old McDonalds” for lunch. Not Marc or my self’s first choice, but we had a tickled toddler.

During naptime I put groceries away and spent a good portion of the rest of the day in the kitchen. I made 4 pans of enchiladas, pulled lunch items together for this week, & divided food for the freezer from our trip to Sam’s. This evening, we all went for the walk and just hung out. I did a couple loads of laundry today as well, that I still need to fold yet.

This week is also looking like a busy one. I am working early tomorrow, all day Thursday and hopefully early (but early out) on Friday. Plus, we are taking dinner to a family tomorrow (enchiladas) and leaving for Ohio on Friday. Seems to me something else it going on too, but I don’t know off the top of my head. Of course, there is the usual to do, but I need to add packing to the list as well, which is always a two evening job.

Ok, enough boring you…have a great week.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Well, yesterday was my babywearing class.... which was somewhat dissapointing.    And not because the class was bad, but because there really was no class.  First of all, I was really the only one signed up for it since babywearing hasn't really caught on yet in our neck of the woods.  Then the facility where we were having the class didn't leave the key for the instructor, so we were stuck out on the lawn of the building.  Then, her sitter bailed on her (she brings her baby to demonstrate, but also brings a sitter to watch him while she teaching/helping others.)  We tried to go over a few things on the lawn, like a mini crash course and it started to rain.

 

All in all, it really wasn't a bad hour and I don't feel it was a waste of my time.  Did I learn anything?  Not really - other than there is a new baby carrier that I love.  But it was nice chatting with her.  She felt awful about the whole thing and offered to refund my $10.  I really don't feel like it was her fault all these things happened...or that she didn't have her stuff 'together'.    It truly was just a series of unfortunate events.  So... I am still interested in the class and think I will try again next time it is offered.

Comfort Him

My heart is breaking right now. The third week of July was the Ionia Free fair in Michigan. During that time an eight year old boy collapsed and died while riding a ride. He was with his father, who performed CPR on him immediately, but was still pronounced dead. You may have even heard about it since the news made it across the nation. Being a mother of boys or really just a mother, news like this truly gets to me as I easily, probably too easily, put myself in that parent's shoes. At the time, all that was known was the the boy had had a heart condition but was recently cleared to do any and all activities.

I just found out today that I know the father of that boy. Not well, mind you. But I know him. He comes into the office here at work on regular basis working for a company we work with. But he is not just any dad. This guy ADORED that kid. He is a single father and every time...and I mean EVERY TIME, I saw him he had new pictures to show me of his son, new stories to tell me. Now, I know that every father loves their children. But this guy LIVED for this boy. And to find out today, that it was his son that died, and knowing that he was the paramedic who tried to revive him...well, I am having trouble holding the tears back here in the office. From talking to this guy but never asking him, I believe he is a Christian.

He quotes in the paper,
"We're not real sure what happened," Roger Miller said. "He (Blake) has some heart murmurs, but he'd been clear from his cardiologist to do what a boy can do. Knowing now that he's in heaven looking down on me is a lot more comforting knowing where he's at," Roger told 24 Hour News 8. "But it doesn't ease the pain that he's not here to be hugged every night, and to kiss and to tell him how much I love him."

I haven't seen him in a while and obviously not since then. Not even sure if I will again. I don't how he is or what he has planned. But I pray for this man. Please do the same.

Hide & Seek according to Andrew...

Rule Number 1: Andrew will show you where to hide, then go and count and then come find you (right where he put you).

 

Rule Number 2: Andrew will count to 13 then randomly throw out other odd made up numbers that end in "'teen" until he feels he's been counting long enough.

 

Rule Number 3: On the odd occasion that he does allow you to be the 'seeker'.  As soon as you make the first, "where is Andrew?" comment, he jumps out from his hiding place with a huge grin and a "Here I am!".

 

Rule Number 4: When he is seeking Daddy, he feels he must hold Mommy's hand since Daddy likes to jump out and scare him. (Which Andrew loves)

Yet another benefit of breastfeeding...

...getting out of the MMR/Rubeola vaccine at work.  Woo Hoo!  'Cause that one HURTS!

Horrible week? What horrible week?

How can I remember anything horrible when my 2 year old comes inside from playing outside with his daddy, just to give me a "big big hug" before heading right back outside to play again.

How come...

...all my hair is falling out, yet my uni-brow is growing in just as strong as ever?

Daddy's home and did my hair!

Sad day in Dykstraland

Andrew’s favorite toy, his beloved big yellow dump truck bit the dust.  I bought this truck for him at a garage sale early last summer and he’s loved it ever since.  Best $3 ever spent.  It’s been to Ohio countless times and even made the Iowa trip.  It’s been around our block more times than I can count.  He runs behind it day in and day out.  I even went out and bought some super glue thinking maybe I could fix it.  No such luck, so now, it’s bwoken.

So… we are in the market for a new dump truck.  It is a toy worth replacing.  But we don’t want just any dump truck.  We need a big sturdy one that can handle the weight of an almost 2.5yr old leaning against it running behind it full speed in his Spiderman shoes.   No, not just any dump truck.  We need another big yellow dump truck.  

I jump on Little Tikes website, the creator of his dear truck.  Um…  they no longer make THAT truck.   So I search all over online and pretty much find out they don’t sell it anymore.  So now where?  E-bay baby.   I found a couple, so I watching them, waiting to pounce on the best deal.    So hopefully soon we will be receiving a new to us big yellow dump truck that will live it’s final days at the hands of a precarious preschooler.

I need a T-shirt that says: I survived the fishing trip of 2006.

Marc is home!  Marc is home!!

He got home around 10:30 this morning and within 30 minutes was in bed.  They decided to leave last night and drove through the night from Canada to Ohio where they got in around 7 this morning.  Then he drove back up here.  So, he is understandably tired.  Both boys are down for a nap, too…  so I have some much appreciated quiet time.

Let’s see.  Yesterday was craziness at work.  Busy busy.  Then I got to daycare to find out that AJ “needed extra attention”.  That boy seems to be struggling there lately.  Which is very frustrating for me.  I think I am in countdown mode now.  

Then last night, I wanted to have a fun night.  So after I picked up AJ, I went to pick up Andrew who of course was just getting ready to go play on the playground.  Since we had no plans, AJ and myself went out there with him and let him play a bit before heading home.  Once home, I fed AJ, changed the boys, packed a few things and we were off again.  We hit Wendy’s drive through and took our dinner to the airport observation area.  Andrew’s been asking to go for a while.  The weather was perfect, AJ fell asleep in the car, there was plenty of air activity, we took a ball… it was just really good night.

We then did a little grocery shopping.  That’s not exciting, but I did pick up a box of ice cream sandwiches that we got to eat outside when we got home.  Then both boys were in bed by 8:45 and I had the night to myself.  I didn’t do anything, but it was still nice.  And…  for the first time in a week… both boys slept well!!  Andrew slept in his own bed all night and AJ only got up twice.  Since I was in bed by 11pm, we were all happy campers this morning when we got up around 7:30.  Finally!

This morning, I did a lot of cleaning.  A lot.  Then when Marc got home and went to bed, the boys and I went for a walk to try to keep the house quiet until naptime.  The weather is beautiful here today.  Nice and warm, but cool enough to have the A/C off and the windows open…which in and of itself, makes everyone feel better.  

Well, this weekend is starting off so much better than last one.  And to top it off, it is Marc and my 6th anniversary.

A pilot even FOX wouldn't pick up

Extreme CombOver

A show about a young women with excessive hair loss. A woman who has resorted to combing her hair outside, using a lint roller on her sheets and pillow, and untangling her baby from strays in the morning. She notices thinning around her hairline. She dreads showers since she pulls out clumps at a times and has to clean out her drain at least 4 times per washing. Ponytails are her only hairstyle so she won't mistake a stray hair fallen on her arm for a big icky spider. The cause of this ghastly malady: an adorable 4 month old little boy who will love his mother unconditionally... even when she is bald.

Running on Fumes

Things are going ok here. Both boys still seem like they are in a funk. Neither one acts sick, but neither are acting their happy selves yet either or even sleeping well for that matter, yet. So we are all kind of running on fumes it seems. Plus I feel stressed due to some work/daycare things, too. I don't know why this week has been so hard (maybe still digging out from this weekend). I've done this 'single mom thing' for 4 weeks now, but man, this week is really stretching me. But we'll survive just fine.

Ok, enough whining. Oh, but on a side note: Andrew did develop a light rash yesterday that the pediatrician said might happen. So I called them when I noticed it and they said that it just means that his temperature this weekend was something viral and that the rash is actually a good thing that the high fever was nothing more than a bug. Who knew rashes came after fevers? And who would have even considered a rash a good thing?

We did get out of the house a bit last night. We went to some friends for dinner. They had another couple over and grilled out. It was nice, though a bit tough to visit, since I had the 2 kids and they each had one. But the food was incredible!! I got a new marinade recipe. They used it on grilled chicken and it was unbelievable. Plus, they grilled peaches. I didn't even know you could do that. But it was very good.

Of course, since we were gone all evening (got home just in time for bedtime) and I was whipped by then, I didn't do much last night. Our house is showing that it's been a rough week. Needs a good cleaning. So, hopefully tonight & tomorrow, I will be able to get it straightened up. We might even do something easy for dinner tonight, like pizza or fast food (plus I have gone grocery shopping in a while). Now that I wrote it...I think pizza sounds great.

Out of the mouth of babes...

Kelli:  Andrew, is AJ a boy?

Andrew: Yes, he's a baby boy.

 

Kelli: Is Andrew a boy?

Andrew: Yes, I am a big boy.

 

Kelli: Is Mama a boy?

Andrew: No, Mama is a ghoul.

And the Stats are:

Height - 25.5 inches
Weight - 14lbs, 8oz.
Head Circumference - 16.5 inches

And the poor kid got 4 shots and 1 oral vaccination. What a trooper. He was pretty close to average in height/weight. And overall, he was doing and growing just fine and smiled through the entire exam up until the shots. He can officially start cereal anytime, but I don't think I will try this week. The dr said to offer it for breakfast and before bed...but I might try in the afternoons so that he can get it at daycare. I am struggling to keep up with his bottles while he's there. And once again today, his daycare worker said that I need to send MORE milk with him. Augh.

Things are going much better around here. It's still crazy, but not too bad. Andrew seems to be feeling better and went to his regular daycare class today. He is still more cranky and needy-ier than usual, and still sleeping in my bed come 2ish in the morning, but I think he is feeling better. I did have the dr check Andrew's ears and they looked fine, so she said it could have just been a bug he picked up.

Our morning was busy since we had the dr appt then I wanted to squeeze voting in before work, also. They gave Andrew an "I VOTED TODAY" sticker, so he was telling everyone this morning that he 'boated'.

We had some excitement last night. While on a walk, all of a sudden we heard sirens getting louder and louder and pretty soon 2 fire engines and a chief's truck pulled up to the house next to where we were (we had stopped and chatted with a neighbor). The firemen (& women) where all in their duds and whatnot. The house has a trash fire that ended up being nothing, but it was still very exciting...especially for Andrew. Plus, all us nosy neighbors came out to see and I got to meet more of them. The whole event set us back a bit and by the time we had tubs, it was getting past bedtime, but it was pretty cool.

Ok, well, thank you all for the prayers. Things really are going better... although I will be SO thankful when Marc walks through that door.

Already?

Yesterday, AJ turned officially 4 months old already.  He is cooing and squealing all the time…especially first thing in the morning…that is when is the most “chatty”.  He can also completely roll over from back to front.  I’ve only seen him roll to his left so far, but he can do it pretty quick.   His eyes are officially brown, now.  No question about it.  But they are his daddy’s and his Papa Dykstra’s eyes.  He also has a completely bald spot in the back of his head that is so defined it looks like I shaved it that way.  He goes in to the doctor’s tomorrow for his well-baby visit, so I should have stats for you then.  Where has the time gone?

 

Homestretch? Maybe?

Well yesterday was going much better in the morning.  In fact, during the morning, Andrew was about 90% back to his usually silly self, running, talking, jumping, laughing.  AJ was still stuffy, but didn’t seem as cranky (although I still can’t get him to sleep more than 30 minutes for nap).  We all got better sleep that night.  It was still pretty rough for a while.  Andrews temp spiked again enough for me to pull out our pediatrician’s book to find out when to call.   Around 2am, both boys were in bed with me and we all finally slept.

 

However, Andrew only took a little over an hour nap yesterday.  Then we decided to go for a walk since it was actually a really nice temperature with a nice breeze.  I took AJ in the stroller and Andrew pushed his trusty mower.   Well, I knew something was up when he didn’t want to push anymore and just ride in the stroller.   We really weren’t ready to go back into the house, so we walked home, I put AJ in the sling and Andrew rode in the stroller the rest of the walk (a nice workout for me).  Sure enough as soon as we got home he asked for blanket, which is a sure fire sign his fever was back.   Within minutes he was curled up with Veggie Tales, his paci, his B’s, his constant whiny “Mommy”, and his 104 temp.  My poor boy.

 

Last night was supposed to be an exciting night.  It’s Blues Clues 10^th Anniversary so there was an hour-long prime time special on that I knew Andrew would absolutely love.  But it didn’t start until 8pm and Andrew really need to sleep.  So I put him down at 8pm and taped it for him. 

 

Last night was a little rough again as both boys ended up in my bed and Andrew woke up about every 30 minutes whining “Mommy”.  He was burning up and it broke my heart.  If I didn’t have AJ with me, we might have made the trip to the med center.   However, in the middle of the night, the fever seemed to break and he slept in this morning until 8:30am.

 

This morning seemed much better.  He was still not back to busy Andrew, but not so hot and not to fussy and lethargic.  He still didn’t eat anything this morning and I took him to Rainy Day daycare instead of his regular class.  I am hoping that I can get out of here early today to pick the boys up.   I am taking the boys to the Dr tomorrow (AJ’s well baby visit), so I will have them check both their ears while there.  So, maybe, just maybe, we are nearing the end of this stinky stretch.  Thanks for the prayers.

Can't. Post. Now. Two. Sick. Kids. Hubby. Gone. All. Week. Losing. My. Mind. Seriously.

“This afternoon will be better, I can feel it.”

HA!

What an all out crummy one. I was counting down until bedtime at two in the afternoon. AJ turned into this collicky thing that I had to keep in my sling the entire rest of the day (mind you….it HAD to be in the sling…he didn’t even want me to just hold him). He hardly ate and would scream whenever I tried to feed him. He finally ate shortly before he went to bed at 7ish and has been sleeping since (after again, some bouncing….don’t judge me).

Now, let’s get to Andrew. Not only was he miserable all day, but I fried his brain too. I let that kid watch TV all stinking day. He was so hot and felt so crummy that he would just sit on the couch with his B’s, paci and blanket. At times I could hardly tell he was awake. We did go back out for another walk later in the afternoon, merely because I might have lost my mind if we didn’t. But Andrew rode in the wagon and AJ was in my wrap.

Around 6 Andrew was really burning up, so I gave him another dose of Tylenol… that he threw up all over the carpet mere seconds later. But, he didn’t eat anything today, so whatever he threw up (and plenty of it) must have been from last night. Man, it was so disgusting. Of course, cleaning it up meant putting AJ down which meant mopping up stinky pink chunks off the carpet while AJ is screaming. I use carpet cleaner and everything and I don’t think the stain is coming out. So once again, I made us get out of the house to escape the smell of the puke and carpet chemicals. We just sat in the front yard (well, I walked AJ who was very worked up by this point) and Andrew, who actually seemed to get some life and appetite back once he tossed his cookies, ate a few graham crackers with some water.

Both boys got a tub tonight and now, for now, they are both sleeping. And with no vain in my voice, THANK GOD! I pray that they sleep well tonight or at least much better than last night. I did give Andrew some more Tylenol before bed as his fever was jumping up again… so here is hoping it stays down and does it’s job.

So, to treat myself for my miserable day (there, I said it…miserable), I am cooking this recipe. I shouldn’t “reward” my day with junk food, but man, this sounds good. Chocolate….take me away!

How many more days until Marc comes home?

I did it. I’m not proud of it, but I did it today. I resorted to bouncing AJ on the ball. It’s been a rough one today. Neither boy slept well last night, which means I didn’t sleep well last night. Andrew was running a fever and very upset and AJ was all stuffed up and having difficulty breathing/eating (plus his new rolling over trick wakes him up as well). So needless to say we are all tired and grumpy today.

For those of you who don’t know, I spent hours and hours and hours bouncing Andrew on a yoga ball when he was a baby as it was the ONLY way to keep him happy or get him to sleep. I told myself I did not want to start that with this baby. But, with either child, sometimes you gotta do whatcha gotta do to keep it together. So a’ bouncing we did go. And it worked.

I have one boy still running a fever, lethargic, with no appetite, whiny and only wants to sit with B’s, and his paci wrapped in a blanket watching Veggie Tales. I have another boy, who spits up everything I feed him and needs to be held almost non-stop and screams when trying to put him down. I don’t think he is feeling real great either today. I think he has a lot of drainage down his throat, which is causing him to spit everything up and not eat well and possibly causing a tummy ache judging by his body stiffening during the screaming.

Andrew is down for his second nap of the day. He hasn’t taken two naps for over a year now. And it is so beautiful outside and not terribly hot. We did get outside this morning for a 20-minute walk, but haven’t done much since. I did organize the front closet during the first naptime, but haven’t had a chance to put stuff back away that I pull out. I should be napping myself so my fuse doesn’t get shorter, but I needed a little down time before I try to sleep.

Ok, this post makes it sound like my world it crashing in. It’s really not, we are doing ok actually, I just happened to post right after trying to get both boys down (oh and fix a running toilet). This afternoon will be better, I can feel it.

I hope I get an "A"!

I did it. Call me crunchy, roll your eyes.... but this mama's gone even deeping into granola-hood. I signed up for a class on babywearing. I just found out this afternoon that there are classes locally that will teach you how to wear your baby. Now, after reading the class desciptions, I signed up for the advanced class since I kinda self taught myself all the basic stuff from the web. I got the sling and I got the wrap and I use them both so very much (in fact, it's a bummer I didn't find out about them until my second child). Now, hopefully I can use them in newer, cooler, even more useful ways... like carrying on my back. I am very excited about it. I will have to work something out with what to do with Andrew (I am assuming I take AJ with me, I have an e-mail in to confirm that, though) as the class starts at 6pm and Marc won't get home until 6pm or a little after. But I'll figure something out.

AND - get this, there is a group of babywearing mamas that meet twice a month RIGHT NEAR MY HOUSE and at a time that would work with my work schedule. It sounds like just a nice social thing, bring the kids, let them play, the moms chat, etc... I can't make the next meeting, but will definatly consider checking it out after that! And here I thought I was the only one who garage sales with 5 yards of fabric wrapped around me and two little feet sticking out.

Fishing Widow

I am SO ready for the weekend. I think because Marc came home a day early this week and then had today off, I've been off a day all week. So it seems to be dragging. He leaves for Canada today and will be gone for a full 8 days. Eight days of just me and the kiddos.

It's getting harder and harder for me to go to work each day, but today was especially rough. It's beautiful outside (not too hot finally), & Marc was home getting ready to leave. At least with him being gone so much lately, this coming week won't be so intimidating. Before I probably would have taken days off and headed to Ohio or at least went down on the weekends. But now, we are sticking it out at home. Not sure what we are going to do yet. I need to think of something fun since it feels like we've been couped up lately due to the heat.

For me, the weekend is now here, so I am signing off to go pick up my kiddos. Have a great one!

Singing the Blues...

Watch out Joe.... here is your next sidekick.



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I love it when... (part II)

…I am riding on the shuttle bus to work with AJ in my sling on my lap and all of a sudden my leg gets warm and wet.

I love it when...

...I am in the middle of pumping at work, pretty much fully exposed, with an array of pump parts in use and the fire alarm goes off.