I'm sooo over it

My kids are sick.  Again.  And although it's so not about me, I'm soooo over it.  I'm tired of worrying at night.  I'm tired of keepings lists of who got what medicine when, I'm tired of the top shelf of my fridge being consumed by white and pink medicines that smell like butterscotch and cotton candy.  I'm tired of kids staying home from school (read: with me ALL the time) and I'm tired of one sick kid holding the rest of us hostage at home.  Most of all, I'm tired of my babies feeling icky. 

I'm also just a tiny bit worried that Kaiser has me red-flagged as a Munchausen by proxy mom.  You know, those creepy moms on 20/20 you see who do weird shit to their kids on hidden camera in a doctor's office or something to make their kid sick?  Yeah, one of those.  The last month or more we've been at Kaiser at least once a week, if not more often.   I was there today with my latest sicky, this time the little girl.  She was in bed for the night at 5pm yesterday and by 9pm when I peeked in on her she was burning up.  Then this morning she started swatting what looked like imaginary flies off of her ears.  If you're a mom of a little one you know that's when you say, "Oh, crap.  Not her ears."  With Drew's history of ear issues I wasn't gonna let this go the day without her being seen.  Because it's a holiday the normal Kaiser offices were closed and it was the urgent care.  Were you there?  I didn't see you but I think you were the only person NOT there.  Long story short, Lauren was seen and her right ear is quite infected.  Gah.  She was fussy all day today which is the first time ever that she's been grumpy for more than minutes at a time.  That was the biggest indication that something was wrong.  Here she is, believe it-or-not, in a somewhat grumpy state.  You can see she's still smiling.  I don't mean to brag but even when sick, my kids still are pretty damn happy.  It's almost annoying, actually.  Makes me feel like a real bitch for being not happy when I have the slightest affliction.
  

101* fever and an ear infection

I hope my friends at Kaiser are ready to see me two more times this week.  Drew has her pre-op tomorrow and then her surgery on Wednesday for tubes.  Then I hope we can bid farewell to our Kaiser family for a long, long time.  And I hope to regain some normalcy back into our lives.  The gym misses me and the park misses the kids.    

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Love and chocolate

I appreciate the fact that I am in love and have someone who loves me everyday but especially on this, a holiday which is forced upon us and makes us eat chocolate and crap from our kids' school holiday parties.  On this holiday I am reminded how very much I do love my husband.  Nearly 8 years of wedded bliss.  And obviously lots of chocolate later.  Happy Valentine's Day to all.

Will.I.Am.

It must totally suck to be three years old.  I mean, he wants to do so much and be so independent but he's only capable of... well, you know.  Not a whole lot.  I mean, I think he is capable of more than Drew was at this age but still.  Drew was never a complete hot mess at age three so this is kinda new for me.  William is a three year old little boy who acts like a hormonal, emotional 14 year old girl.  Chris thinks he's bipolar.  He'll go from being full of joy to a puddle of tears before you can blink twice and that's no joke.  I just try and remind Chris that he is a sweet, sensitive boy whose brain is in 4th gear while his emotional capabilities are kind of stuck in 1st gear.  Anyway, I'm just glad I'm 34 and not 3.  Being 3 just seems like it sucks. 

 34 doesn't suck, though.  The best thing about being 34 is being a mama to a mama's boy.  Just sayin'.

   

Flashback Friday

We are family that is a lover of musicals.  Until the age of 3 Drew had never even seen an animated Disney movie.  We watched Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, and Music Man.  Those still are the kids' favorites although they've been exposed to the other stuff now.  This video was 2 years ago, just days before Drew's 3rd birthday.  We were on our way home from the mountains, a day trip to the snow.  I so clearly remember this moment.  I fell in love with her all over again.



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Amen

courtesy of Everything Fabulous

Amen.

Where did 5 years go?

Five years ago tonight I was in the hospital laboring with my first baby.  She was born at 4:00pm on February 10, 2005.  I was SHOCKED that she was a girl and I was SHOCKED that she wasn't 22 pounds.  I just knew I was carrying this enormous baby boy.  When she was born a she and at a tiny 7 pounds, 12 ounces I was stunned.  STUNNED.  Since that day she has stunned me a hundred times at least with things she knows and the things she has said.  Nothing, NOTHING stuns me more, however, than the fact that my baby girl is now five years old.

Drew blowing out her candles on her first birthday, with a little help.  I was 8 weeks pregnant with William here.

Drew, blowing the candles at her 5th birthday party.  No help needed.

Being measured on her 1st birthday

Being measured on her 5th birthday.  45.5 inches tall.

Drew and me on her 1st birthday.  She looks like Lauren in a wig!

Drew and me on her 5th birthday

Ms. Shy Thang

Ms. Thang

I can't stand it.  Happy birthday to my baby girl.

No more babies in this house

On Wednesday my first baby turns 5. When she started walking at 9 months I thought, "Welp, there is no more baby in the house, time for another!" Within a month I was pregnant with William. When William started walking at 12 months I thought, "Welp, there is no more baby in the house, time for another!" Within 8 months I was pregnant with Lauren. Now the little girl is just one big confidence boost from walking on her own and I'm terrified of being overwhelmed with the baby bug again really soon.


I need to stop thinking about the future so much and just enjoy today. There will be no more babies in this house and that's ok. Chapter 2 in our book has begun and I need to not dwell on the fact that Chapter 1 is over. Chapter 2 is gonna be just as fabulous.