IB Profen Stings Your Eyes

I know.
Because I have had it spit at me.
And down my shirt, in my hair. I am hoping that there is light at the end of this germy tunnel.

I am now the proud mother of one painful, grueling, kidney stone. I truly believe my body ate 90% of it, because I am CERTAIN that as I lay in the ER, wiggling and swearing in pain, begging for someone to just DO ME IN, it was the size of a boiled egg, (maybe basketball)...but by the time I birthed it 5 days later, it has shrunk to the measly size of a bread crumb. I hope that someday if I again become pregnant, I can go through labor without pain meds as a sacrifice to the Kidney Gods...because THAT MEASLY BREAD CRUMB was way worse! (And my new found hate for Percocets!)
Then, the saga continues. Me, soar throat. Hadley, runny nose. Ok, we will make it through this. No. Driving to work on Monday with an more-than-usual ornery toddler "Mommy my be-wee hurts! Mommy I need you" Seconds later my car, my toddler and poor by standing Curious George Doll are soaked in puke. Next day, this is where it gets fun. Miss toddler awakes from nap with croupy cough and fever. Not a HUGE deal except for anyone trying to deliver medicine! So this I ask you...Anyone have any tricks for getting a 2 year old, fevering, determined little girl to take some medicine? I have tried: not making a big deal out of it, nice words, taking it myself, bribes, threats, force, being VERY excited about how yummy bubble gum medicine is, hiding it in drinks. GRRR! This is partly why Hadley was in the hospital last January because I had such a hard time getting her fever down and she became dehydrated. Yesterday my poor sister in law suffered a scratch above her eyebrow, my mom pitched in trying to give her Meltaway Tylenols, my husband soaked with spit, and I was almost bitten. She is better this morning, her fever is down. But I still get panicked when she starts with a fever, and even more so with my baby around!
Speaking of Baby:
This sweet, sweet Angel is 3 months old tomorrow. This saddens me, because she is one month older and closer to being a sassy 2 year old. But happy to see her grow and change, learn new tricks and light up my life. I am so happy with her in my life! Every time I walk into the room she smiles and wiggles from head to toe! She is such a good baby, I love every minute with her and miss her every minute I am gone. I love these girls so so much, even with body fluids all over me when I am just freshly showered, something that is a rarity now days!

I wrote on Facebook today "The only benefit of my toddler being sick, She tried to scream at me and nothing came out, only sweet voiceless air!" Im still giggling at her trying again and again, inches away from my face!

Thankful

I am sitting in a house that is about one more dirty diaper away from being condemned. We have no clean clothes to start our busy week out with, a sink full of stinky dirty dishes, and toys covering every inch of our floor.
But, I have a home.
And I have a family to fill it.
A toddler to serenade our days with giggles and tantrums, silly questions and crazy new words.
A baby to snuggle and love, who poops and cries, but also smiles with every part of her body and I am so in love with every inch of her.
A husband to nag at, cry to, tease and love, even when he belches, snores, and watches football all the time. And watch him with my girls, so patient, and come home to dinner after my long work days, and back scratches at night...best thing in the world.
And me, when I think I am really still 18, with a body I don't recognize (and rather loath), wrinkles starting under my eyes, and aches and pains! What? But I'm only 18 right? Maybe 22. But I do have this gap in my teeth that I love, because it comes from my mom. And all these freckles, even on my hands, because they come from my dad. An ability to shoot a gun, burp, and other things I shouldn't mention, that came from my brothers. A love for camping and outdoors that my grandfather and dad gave me. A dirty mind, I hate to admit, that I think my grandma blessed me with:) And even though I get caught up in THINGS, I have all these PEOPLE who I love.
Time is going by so fast with a new little one. We had a great weekend with some nieces and a nephew staying over, and Hadley is all about being like the big kids. We never knew she was such a rocker!

We played games all night, roasted marshmallows, hot chocolate, cooked big breakfasts, bowled, ate candy, then ate more.The baby wasn't starved for attention with Kyleigh around!There's that rocker face again.My new joy Wesley Ann is showing hints of giggling, so I spend many minutes a day making a ginormous fool out of myself for a little sample of her new laugh.



Picture overload!
Little Miss Sassy has been on a roll lately, being so grown up and repeating EVERYTHING we don't know we say. We were at dinner the other night and Curious George had accompanied us. Hadley "I got lots a milk in my boobs!" and lifts up her shirt and nurses George. Good thing she was on the INSIDE of the booth! And there is "when my daddy was a little girl", "my gramma will buy for me it" and "no Mom, I don't want my baby to come!"

My new recipe suggestion: Chocolate Triffle We made this recipe today for our first of 3 Thanksgiving dinners, and it was a big hit!