Food, food, food...
Posted by Queen to my 3 Boys at 12/21/2008 07:36:00 AM
(Can you tell my little Dylan likes to pose? I am always hearing..."Take a picture like this, Mom...Okay, now like this...How 'bout like this?")
My cousin, Pamela, is in town for Christmas. She stopped by unannounced this morning. What happens when you come by unexpectedly during a lesson? You get put to work!
For another Mystery of History project on Egypt, go see my friend, Bobbie.
No pictures of the potluck - way too busy deciding how to fill my plate. *wink*
I have been trying all week to get video from my video camera tape onto my computer. I can get video from my memory stick onto my computer, but not from the tape. I tell ya...all this technology can sometimes drive a person crazy!
I have decided to settle (for now) for posting pictures of Dylan singing. He did a solo at the Sunday School Christmas concert. He sang Mary Did You Know.
It brings tears to this mama's eyes to see him growing up so quickly. I am just so proud of the little gentleman he's becoming.
Bobbie is my childhood friend. She was married 12 years ago to her polar opposite...
Kobe and I were feeding Cleo, when he started freaking out.
Kobe: "The other fish ate Cleo's food! The other fish ate Cleo's food!"
Me: "We don't have another fish, Kobe. Cleo at it."
Kobe: "No, that fish ate it! (Pointing)
I looked. It was Cleo's shadow he was seeing. I tried to explain it to him. How in the world do you explain shadows to a 2 year old?
I said that his shadow follows him wherever he goes. I also showed him his own shadow. He waved and the shadow waved.
I thought he understood.
He started saying, "Cleo's shadow ate his food!"
Good thing he hasn't watched Peter Pan. You know, where he comes back to the Nursery to find his shadow, chase it down and sew it back on. Then he would be confused!
Smile - 6 weeks
Rolled tummy to back - 13 weeks
Giggle - 14 weeks
Rolled back to tummy - 5 months
Crawling - 7 1/2 months
Pull up to sit - 8 months
Pull up to stand - 8 months
Moved into his own bedroom - 8 1/2 months
First steps - 10 1/2 months
19 lbs on his first birthday
The title of my last post should have been 'You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet'.
I thought Zane (11 months) was in 'the thick of it' when I was writing about him being sick.
That was on Sunday.
Tuesday night, the two of us had a sleepover in the hospital. He had a fever of almost 104, he was breathing rapidly and with difficulty, he was listless (completely limp, actually), he was dehydrated.
They let us out on Wednesday morning after saying that a chest xray showed no pneumonia.
I was in tears when I brought my limp baby back in on Thursday. They did bloodwork and sent us home.
On Friday, the doctor called and said that the radiologist had seen the xray and that he did have pneumonia. Gggrrrrr...
They put Zane on antibiotics and he started getting better right away.
My baby is now back to his bouncy self, but for a runny nose and a small cough. He weaned himself of nursing during this whole affair, but he's nearly a year old and that's okay with me. I am just so thankful to see my baby boy back to normal.
Posted by Queen to my 3 Boys at 11/20/2008 06:58:00 AM
Some days are better than others. This is an 'others' day. Actually, this in an 'others' week.
All three boys have been sick at some point this week. Dylan was coughing so badly on Thursday that he was vomiting. Zane is in the thick of it right now. Kobe is mostly better.
Dwayne had a hockey coaching thing to go to in the city this weekend. That left me by myself with 3 sick children.
This is happening at the same time that the two oldest are enjoying a fighting and teasing spree such as we have yet to experience. It is constant. Constant. Really.
They are wearing me down. I am tired. I am frustrated.
I don't care what the 'experts' say. I'm pretty sure they are doing this on purpose. I can imagine them huddled in a corner together, whispering, "I bet she runs away from home in 3 days." "I give 'er 2, tops."
When I took the children to church this morning, a subtle thought went through my head that told me I was crazy to attempt it, given the week we've had. I should have listened...I didn't. Zane coughed the whole time, I had to take Dylan out 3 times for a talking to, Kobe was whiny and fidgety - I didn't get a thing out of the service. We managed to accomplish one thing - disrupting everyone sitting anywhere near us.
Now, we are home and all in quiet time. I need it most of all. Sitting here, thinking about all of this, I started to calculate.
I will have these little guys living in my home for about 20 years from birth. Each year has 365 days. This means I've got 7300 days with them right here with me. That's 7300 days to love them, hug them, train them, discipline them.
Instead of feeling like they're wearing me down, I need to be thankful for those 7300 days. I need to use them and enjoy them.
I feel better now.
Posted by Queen to my 3 Boys at 10/31/2008 11:05:00 PM