Saturday, May 26, 2012

It gets better?

At 1:57 a.m., I was startled awake by the sudden shifting of the mattress. Robbie was at the kids' bedroom door before I even heard Titus crying (thanks to my ear infection). "Is this puke?" I heard. Oh nooooo. I jumped out of bed and ran to their room. Yep. It was puke.

In a sleepy haze, I carried my crying son to the bathroom while Robbie stripped the linens off the bottom bunk. I stripped the clothes off Titus and stared at him trying to formulate a plan. I hate the helplessness that comes when your child is sick and doesn't understand what is going on. I decided to cover the couch with towels and have him sleep there.

The next two hours consisted of more puking, cleaning, laundry, and crying. Just when I thought things might be settling down, I heard Selah cough. Oh nooooo! Yep, she had to puke. So, we covered the love seat with towels and settled her in there.

For three more hours, I stroked clammy foreheads, emptied puke buckets, comforted distraught children, Lysoled everything in sight, and did laundry. All the while, I walked around thinking, "REALLY?! OMG?! CAN THIS BE HAPPENING?!" And yet, I was at peace. This is my job. To take care of my children.

Finally at 7 a.m., the vomiting stopped. Selah fell asleep, Titus started running around like a crazy person (why don't kids know how to properly be sick), and I crashed on the recliner. We had survived.

A pic of flowers instead of puke. You're welcome.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Cutest Baby

Cute baby contests annoy me. Yet, my husband convinced me to enter Hannah into a local radio station's cute baby contest, mostly because I thought his belief in her ability to win was so sweet. And so, I have annoyed my Facebook friends with almost daily reminders to vote for our adorable little pea. :) (Today is the last day to vote, by the way!)

I am not expecting her to win, because really it is just who can gather the most votes, but I do know that in our house, Hannah is currently the cutest baby! Everyday she gets smothered in love. Sometimes literally, thanks to Titus.

I love watching the three of them play together. Hannah loves to get right in on the action. Moments after this picture was taken, I had to leave them briefly unsupervised. I came back about 90 seconds later to find Hannah being baptized (not by immersion) by both Selah and Titus. Sigh.

No wonder she gets this look on her face sometimes.

Also, I wanted to let you know that while my blog posting is fairly sporadic, my instagram posting is much more frequent. If you don't have a smartphone, I believe you can follow my photo stream here. If you have a smartphone, and don't have instagram, you should get it! It is so fun!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012


Things never go as planned. I should be learning this by now, but still it hits me upside the head every time it happens. 

I was going to clean my house this week. 

I was going to potty train the middle pea. 

Monday, I woke up with a nasty flu virus. So, I have laid on the couch in a sweaty, feverish blob as much as possible while still trying to meet my little peas' needs. 

We are working through it. I have learned that Selah is a good nurse. It is a blessing and affirmation to see the care I show them reflected back to me.