A Different Kind of Sickness

For those of you that have read my blog within the past few days, know that K got sick Wednesday night, told me about it Thursday, and got sick again later that afternoon. When I called the nurse to ask her thoughts on it, she suggested that he probably had a bug and not to give him any stomach medicine because we wanted him to get diarrhea because that meant his body was getting rid of whatever virus he had. Well, he got diarrhea, but never really complained and it only lasted a short time. That seemed pretty harmless and was easy.

The next day, Friday, I decided to get up early so I can have my quiet time before the kids woke up. It was nice, until I got sick. It hit me so quick that I wasn't able to make it to the bathroom, but headed straight for the kitchen sink. Good thing I had put the dishes in the dishwasher that night. Since I didn't really have time to be sick because I had to be somewhere in a matter of hours, I did my thing, got ready, got the kids up and ready, and left. I felt fine the rest of the day and had normal energy.

Saturday was a good relaxing day.

Then there was Sunday. As usual, the kids and I went to church. Ms. Alex picked K up from church early and took him to a friend's house where they spent the afternoon watching the Saints game and playing with friends and then went to a church Christmas program in the evening. From what Alex and K said, K had a blast and was so worn out that he fell asleep during the program and only woke up to eat before going back to sleep and sleeping until the next morning. L was already asleep when K got home so, M and I had a nice and quiet evening until about 11:30 when we finally decided to go to bed. On the way to bed, I decided to take a peek at the kids and I'm glad I did. Much to my dismay, L was sleeping in her own vomit. GROSS! Had we not checked on her, she might have slept through the night. My darling husband, who I am so grateful for, helped me clean everything up. After we cleaned her up and changed her sheets, she went right back to sleep as though nothing had happened. Then, as soon as I fell asleep, I heard L crying. M and I agreed that the wash machine had woke her up since her crying and the spin cycle started about the same time. I got up to check on her and try to comfort her back to sleep when I realized it wasn't the spin cycle that had awaken her. She had thrown up again. Here it was midnight, M had to be up in 4 hours to get ready for work and yet he was gracious enough to help me clean up the mess, comfort our daughter back to sleep, and start another load of laundry, without complaining. I was fortunate enough that I was able to rock our darling daughter back to sleep (even though I didn't need to).

The next day, aside from the few extreme dirty diapers L had, all was well again. Everyone had their energy back and things were back to "normal", just in time for me to back 7 dozen cookies for 2 different cookie exchanges I had in the evening. Motherhood.... I wouldn't trade it for anything.

L's First Hair Cut

M has been suggesting for some time that I need to trim L's hair because it was always hanging in her face. I tried to keep bows and rubber bands in it, but her hair is so fine that they never stayed in long. The other day, a friend of mine told me I needed to bring L over to her house so she could cut her bangs for me. I was trying to let her hair grow out, but poor thing could never see. I wish I had an official before picture because it was getting pretty bad and although these pics didn't turn out too good, you get the idea. I took these while she was trying to eat and nothing should ever come between my baby girl and her food. I don't know what I was thinking.

She got a little upset with me because I was taking her pictures and not feeding her.

Just Another Day

I have to say that Thursday started out as any other day, but seemed to grow more interesting by the moment. After the kids ate breakfast, we went outside to play in the cold. They were all bundled up in their jackets and I was in a sweater. I stayed in the garage and watched them play as their noses and checks turned red. They were having so much fun, but about 45 minutes was about all I could take of being outside in the wind guarded garage, so we went inside.

After being inside for about an hour and the kids having been awake for about 2-2.5 hours, K proceeded to tell me that he threw up last night. Yep, my 4 year old woke up in the middle of the night to throw up and I didn't know anything about it until the next morning. Apparently, he had woken up, went into the living room, threw up in our fireplace bucket (the one that we use to empty out the ashes), and threw up. The evidence was still there. I was a little saddened by the fact that he didn't feel the need to wake me up or tell me when it happened so I could comfort him and lay with him until he went back to sleep. My boy is growing up.

At some point shortly thereafter, as I was checking my e-mail, K let me know that his sister had climbed on top of the stove. I'm such a good mom! At least it wasn't hot.

Then, we did a little school. K is breezing through his schoolwork, but he enjoys it. As of now, we've done 6 weeks of school (no more than 30 minutes a day) in 13 days. Of course, it's the beginning of a kindergarten curriculum and so it's just review, but it's preparing him for the more detailed lessons of reading. He likes it.

A little after lunch, I got a text message from a friend offering to give me a breast pump. We arranged for me to pick it up before I went to my 2:15 Dr. appt. A few minutes before we were about to leave, K informed me that he wanted to stay home because his stomach was hurting. Since his daddy was at work and he's only 4 that really wasn't an option. So, we got ready to leave. As we were walking toward the door, K threw up, not just a little this time and not in a bucket, but all over the kitchen floor near the entrance way, in front of his sister, and all over himself. Nice! Needless to say, I called the Dr. to reschedule my appt. After I realized he was done, I took him to the bathroom to give him a bath. When I realized his sister didn't follow us, I ran back into the kitchen to find her standing next to the vomit about to clean up the mess with her white blanket that she sleeps with. JOY! I caught her as she was leaning down to "mop" it up. It was such a nice and thoughtful gesture, but had the potential for an even bigger mess. While K took his bath and L played in and around the bathtub, creating a mess in the bathroom, I cleaned up the kitchen.

After K finished his bath, he said he felt fine and continued to play when he got the wonderful idea to clean the living room for me. YEAH!?! He did a very good job and even got his sister involved. I have such wonderful kids.

In the midst of cleaning, L decided to try to eat one of our VCR cases and ended up cutting her lip (or tongue) and of course it started bleeding. At this point, I had one kid that had thrown up a couple of times, vomit that I had cleaned up, a missed Dr. appt, and a young one with another busted lip, almost as bad as the one she had earlier in the week (might have been the previous day. *smile*

It wasn't even 3 o'clock! After her lip stopped bleeding, we all took a nap in hopes of waking up to a more calm and relaxing afternoon. K ended up sleeping 3 hours and I only slept for about an hour because L woke up earlier than expected.

Just another day!

Like Brother, Like Sister

I guess after watching her brother do it so often, she decided she could.... and she did! It looks like I'm going to have two athletic kids. I'm curious to see if the third will be musical or athletic. Although L loves to dance, it's not too often that she's not climbing over the couch, trying to climb on the couch or desks, or doing flips (now that she knows how). It's easy to say that I have two VERY high energy kids and I love it!

Christmas Lights

The other day, I awoke from my nap to a very quiet house. I figured L was still taking her nap, but I wasn't sure where M and K were, so I went outside to look and this is what I found...
Yep, that's my 4 yo and my husband on the roof of our house hanging lights. At one point M actually thought someone had called the cops on us for child endangerment, but they were going to a neighbor's house. LOL!

Look Mom! No Hands!

On our way home from gymnastics, K informed me that he did a flip without any hand and he was going to show me when we got home. He did. He didn't do it just once, but several times. I have to say that it took him a while to warm up to being in gymnastics, but he really enjoys it now and he's becoming more confident overall. Although I plan on keeping him in gymnastics for a while, I'm considering letting him try baseball too. That boy has a pretty good swing!

Bath Time