Clarification...

When I said, "I want to be a stay at home mom," I meant that I want to be a mom whose only job is to raise her little boys and attempt to take care of her home. I did NOT mean that I actually wanted to stay at home all of the time. Seth's illness turned out to not be a fluke, but rather a very bizarre illness indeed. The pediatrician's office assured me all was fine, via phone of course, and not looking at my fair skinned little skinny guy wasting away to paler and skinnier! He would get sick very sporadically - 16 hours was the closest and about 52 hours was the farthest. His menagerie of stuffed friends were quarantined (yes, they ALL sleep in his bed) and some of our furniture was covered in sheets. Anyway, and all that to say, we were more or less homebound last week and I, for one, was ready to break free! Even a trip to Kohl's where I crammed the two boys and the double stroller and me into a tiny dressing room seemed like a treat!

Silver linings...

I'll start by saying this post contains no photos. Read on - you don't want them anyway!


Luke got me up about 4:30 this morning and then again around 6:30. I was hopeful he just wanted some love, but he apparently wanted a full blown meal each time. We suspect his crying the second time was what woke Seth. Although at night, Seth goes down first and Luke generally has some sort of loud fit that Seth sleeps right through. Anyway, I was in Luke's room so Seth ended up in bed with Daddy, sound asleep for close to an hour. The rest of our morning progressed pretty much as usual. Seth has decided he prefers to eat at his "little table" (a cute little Seth-sized card table; it is in the kitchen so I don't really mind). He did trip or something once and was dramatically lying in the floor crying. I went to pick him up but he stopped me and said, "No, I want to cry for Daddy." Okay, cry away but he's at work.


Once Luke got up again we headed to Sam's Club for baby wipes and decaf tea bags, and Wal-mart for some groceries. We got home and both boys decided meltdowns were in order. Seth didn't even want to finish his lunch - odd as there were strawberries left on his plate. I finally asked him if he wanted to play while I fed Luke or if he wanted to go to bed. He responded, "I need to go take a nap." I could not disagree so I took him up and tucked him into bed. Not two hours later he was crying. I went to investigate, and try to convince him that he could still use a bit more sleep. He said the trash truck woke him. I explained it was the mail truck and long gone and nothing to see. We compromised and he said he would sleep more but in Mommy and Daddy's bed. This is NOT the norm, but thought maybe I could sneak in a nap too. Oh, was I wrong!!


We got to the bedroom and I sat down on the bed and went to pick him up and thought, what is that boy doing now? Unfortunately, getting sick on my bed, my carpet, me, etc. He doesn't get sick often so he was scared and crying, of course for Daddy, and was just a mess. I think I panicked a little and called Dave and he was able to come home. Which was a huge help so Daddy could try to contain Seth while I did laundry and attempted to clean carpet. Thank you honey!


ALL this to say, as I sat on the floor, on a towel, now back in my jammies, holding my pukey little two year old, it occurred to me - what if he had been at daycare? Who would've cleaned up my baby without being upset with him? How much more scared would he have been getting sick in front of a room full of his peers rather than in front of "just Mommy?" How long would it have taken to track one of us down to leave work and come get him? I was so thankful that I could just sit there in the floor and hold my sickly little guy. Thank you again honey!!


The other silver lining - it was apparently a fluke. He had a light dinner and then went outside with Daddy (carpet preservation) but has been mostly fine since. A little whiny, but he was probably a little hungry too.



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Okay, just one photo - but if you sat through all that story, you deserve one! On a completely unrelated note, Luke found his toes, and he seems to think they are quite fun to play with!

Summ, Summ, Summertime...

Seth loves the great outdoors. Mommy does not. Luke shows no great emotion either way. So, we compromise. Monday we didn't do much, Tuesday we went grocery shopping and visited Grampy at work (Seth did NOT want to leave), Wednesday we went to the zoo, Thursday we stayed home and played outside, Friday we went to the library.

Luke does seem to enjoy the change of scenery.

Seth seems to have momentarily forgotten about not wanting to have his picture taken!

Hamming it up. Actually, I think he was trying to drink the dirty water out of his pool, but it looks a little like he's blowing kisses.

Kicking back from mowing the pool??

This one is for Grammy - two of her favorite guys checking out the giraffes.

Obsession and regression...

First, the obsession, and perhaps an explanation as to why it's been so long (that is, if anyone is still even bothering to check for new posts!). My honey found some great deals on pictures on one of those on-line ordering sites. Problem: the deals were about to expire. Solution: obsessively, compulsively sort, edit, crop, and order all those pictures I have failed to print. Confession: I was printing as far back as Seth's first birthday (he was two in April!). But I couldn't let a good deal go by, and I do feel better that I have accomplished this task. Or I did feel better until Dave pointed out that now I will just have mounds of pictures that aren't scrapbooked!



Now for the regression, my sweet Little Luke has decided he misses me. Mostly in the wee early hours of the morning. I love my Little Lukey. But the only part of him I truly care to see at 1:00AM is the back of his beautiful, sleeping eyelids! He was spoiling me by sleeping 6 or 7 hours at night. He has now mastered baby cereal and has sampled green beans, peas, and squash. The non-sleeping began around the squash. So, I've decided maybe no more squash for awhile!