No Sleep...again

Well last night was another with no sleep. Zachy is just miserable when I lay him down. We had the dr check his ears and they are fine. He has had a cold, but it is clearing up. Maybe he doesn't want to sleep because of the new walking thing. Although he will sleep if someone is holding him. He just doesn't want to lay down. I know it sounds like he is spoiled, but he was a baby that had to be in his crib to sleep just a week ago. Not sure what is going on, but man I am tired.

I missed the Ash Wednesday service at church yesterday. Dinner was only suppose to take 40 minutes to cook, but after one hour and 15 minutes I took it out and we ate it anyway. By then it was to late to go to church, and I was too tired. So you would think I went to bed early. Oh no, I stay up until 10:30. "Doing something very important?" you ask. Nope, just knitting. I couldn't put it down. It was quiet, no kids, no husband, no TV, just me and my needles and yarn (and of course my ever present dog, Cassie).

My only girl, Cassie, is always next to me. She rarely leaves my side, only to go out and play with the kids. She is the best dog. My husband likes to complain about her, but she is so well behaved and is so good with the kids and other puppies. Plus, she has the sweetest face.


Cassie playing with my sisters new puppy, Daia.


Cassie just hanging out next to me, and Zachy.

Look who is walking now!

My little baby is now walking (sniff, sniff). I am so happy but yet I am so sad. He is only 10 1/2 months old. He won't crawl, he only scoots and walks. It is so funny. This is when I thank God that I am a stay at home mom. If my baby was taking his first steps in daycare, it would kill me. To me the thought of someone else enjoying my baby's firsts is sad. Even if they don't tell me and I think I was the first one to see it. I am utterly thankful that I am home with my kids. Although sometimes they do drive me nuts.

Should be doing housework...

Here I sit with the laptop in my lap. I should be putting clothes away and starting a load of laundry. I could be vacuuming, doing dishes or just picking up. But I am so tired and have a horrible cold. Zachy was up a lot last night because he is still sick. He has a snotty nose and must just feel yucky. He has whined all morning and can't decide what he wants. First he wants me to hold him and then be put down, then eat and not eat. Finally I put him down for a nap. Which of course he didn't want, but feel asleep after fussing for a few minutes.

It is so hard seeing your baby and children sick. I can't image how it must feel to have you little one struggling to live in the NICU. I am saddened by a cold, and it is just a cold. I feel for all little preemie babies and caner sick children and their families. I really feel the need to get out there and do more. I support the Relay for Life and I have been the neighborhood fundraiser for the mothers march, but I need to do more. Maybe I will look into the Walk for babies. The March of Dimes will be holding a walk on April 26th (I think). Would anyone be interested in making a team with me? I think the walk is 7 miles, which I can do myself but would be nice if some people joined me. I will look into it. Just give me a heads up if you would like to join me in supporting them. Thanks. I will keep you posted.

Here is a picture of my friends twins. They were born 8 1/2 weeks early. This picture was taken after weeks in the NICU and they started to get better. They were very sick little babies, and we are very thankful they are with us. They are now 2 years old and doing very well!

It is hard to look at these pictures now. Ryan Joseph was so very sick, they didn't not think he would make it. He was diagnosed with NEC. After a bit of research on it we came to realize just how sick he was. Bethany would forget to breath quite often, many times turning blue and having to be resuscitated a couple of times. How scary for parents. I thank God for the health children we have. Thank you, Alicia and Dave for allowing me to be a part of their life's.

Please Pray for Dylan

My sister-in-law Jodi's friend (Becky) had her baby boy yesterday. Dylan was born 6 weeks early and weighs a mere 3lbs 7oz. He is doing great from what I hear, breathing on his own with no oxygen and eating on his own. He will be in the NICU for about 2 weeks if all stays well. That is what I am asking from you...Please pray he continues to do so well, as we all know in the preemie world things can go from great to horrible in a blink of an eye. Please pray that he continues to do well and will be home in his mommy's arms soon.

All I can think of as I pray for Dylan and Becky is the March of Dimes and how much the work they do makes such a difference in premature birth. If it wasn't for the March of Dimes a lot of preemie babies would never have made it home. Thank you to all the people that donate to the March of Dimes and to all the people doing the great research for the March of dimes.

Not Me! Monday

Its that time again. "Not me!" Monday was created by Mckmama for a way to say the things we would normal never admit to. Stop by My Charming Kids to read other "not me's!" or post your own.

- It wasn't my cell phone that rang in the middle of church yesterday. I would never be so forgetful to not turn it off before entering church.

-It wasn't me that ate so much at my mother-in-laws birthday party that I felt sick to my stomach later that night. "Not Me!"

-I did not get mad a my husband because he chose NASCAR over going to the church welcome dinner with me and the kids. I understand him not wanting to attend church service but a dinner with a lot of people we already know, and being with his family. But really I don't understand how he can chose sports over us. Ok that was me, but I think I had the right to be angry about that.

-It was Not Me! that hasn't blogged in days. I have so many important things to say I could never go that long (yeah right).

-It was Not Me! that sent my days knitting instead of the house work. But if it was me, I made a beautiful hat for my sister-in-laws baby. Which I can't wait to meet.

-I was not the mom that jumped for joy that the kids went back to school today. What kind of mother would that be. Not me, I am the perfect loving mom.

-It was Not Me! that put my sons snow pants in the wash with tootsies rolls in the pocket. I would have checked all pockets before putting them in the washer and drier. I would have checked the jacket pockets also and the chap stick would not have gone though the wash. See what happens when I do the laundry, I should just give up. Heehee

What did you Not do this week.....

Its been a long time

I am so sorry it has been a long time since my last post. We have been very busy. The boys are on school break so we went sledding today at church hill. It was so much fun. I didn't think to grab my camera, but the boys were just flying down the hill, laughing all the way down. I have also been spending a lot of the time knitting. I just love to sit and knit so my hands have been too busy to type. We have been going to church and reading the bible (the children's read and learn bible). The boys went to the church school for the first time this past Sunday. They really had a good time and told me they want to go there again this Sunday. Griffin told me that Ryan cried a little when they first got to the classroom, but then he had a good time. Ryan has always had a hard time with separation. It has gotten a lot better.

Well I am really itching to knit. Hopefully I will post more tomorrow.

Is it time for bed????

I am so tired I can't believe I am still up. Zachy must not be feeling good again. He was crabby all day and would not nap. He was up last night 5 to 6 times, so not like him. Then Griffin came into our bed. He was glued to me the few times I was able to lay down in bed. Which lead to absolutely no sleep. Ryan on the other hand slept all night in his bed in his room. He has been in his room for a while now. It only took us 6 years to get him to sleep in his room, but hey he is there now. Griffin rarely comes into our room, mainly when something is really bothering him. Which reminds me...he said he felt like he was going to throw up before he went to bed. I hope he just had too much juice or something like that. I really don't want to be up in the middle of the night cleaning up puke. That would suck if both the little boys were coming down with the stomach bug.

"Not Me" Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I really don't have much to say. I think I was the perfect wife and mother this week....Ha Ha

I sure it was not me that screamed at the top of my lungs spoke calmly at a little demon child boy that was ramming my sweet innocent little Griffin with a chair while they were ice skating yesterday. It was not my husband that after I yelled at spoke to him went to find his parent to let them know what their problem child son was doing. I would never raise my voice to a child, let alone some one else's child. Not me!
It's not me that likes to think knows her boys would never misbehave like that in public. (actually my boys wouldn't try to hurt someone on purpose like that. And if they did, I would paddle their behind punish appropriately).

I did not get freaked out at the wii hunting game when the character was attacked by the bear. It is just a video game, get over it.

I would never finish my child's valentine cards for their classmates. When we do a craft project like that, they do it all themselves. I would never think they can't make it "right", so then do it myself. What kind of mother would I be. And it's "not me" to be so "snobby" that I think the cartoon character valentine cards from the store are tacky. Which leads us to make our own in the first place. "Not me" I am so not like that.

One more thing I did not do. It was Not me that ate to many salt and vinegar chips that my tongue was raw. That would be absurd!

How was your week?

Knitting night

I had a wonderful time with my Knit and Bitch group of ladies. We are really a fun group of women who help each other with our knitting and we also talk about everything in our lives. From husbands, kids and sex to religion, cars, and food. It is so nice to sit around with women and share. I feel very blessed to have all these women in my life.
Now off to do some laundry, then running around for the kids.
Thank God it is Friday!!

I have a question...

Why would a 6 year old waste time and energy sneaking dirty underwear around so he can keep wearing them?

This aren't the dirty undies, I just like this pic. Check out the shoes...HeeHe

I am starting to think I have the stinky kid in school. Sometimes it is so hard to get him to take a shower and then we have to make sure he uses soap and shampoo. We also have to make sure he puts clean clothes on after his shower. For so reason I just believed he was putting his dirty undies in the laundry basket with his clothes. But the last couple of nights I noticed the same dinosaur undies on the night stand (next day clothes get put on the night stand for morning). I know he has a couple of the same undies so I didn't think much of it other than to make sure I checked into it. Well tonight, I made sure to say "get clean undies and socks". The two older boys get their stuff ready for morning, while I fix the beds and other nightly things. As I am walking out of the room I notice the dinosaur undies again. I take a closer look and there is a poop stain! YUCK! Now I know they are dirty!! So I ask "how many days have you wore this undies?" or course I get the "Well, well, I, I". I call him on the dirty undies and point out the poop stain so I know they are dirty. I drop them in the dirty laundry basket and say "New undies every day!!" I shouldn't have to tell him to change his undies. And then I wonder why was he wasting time and energy sneaking the dirty undies around. Just change them!! Man little boys are gross.

On a better note... Zachy must be feeling better. He has been practicing his walking. Sniff sniff. But I think the oral steroid is making him jittery, and he really doesn't like that feeling. About an hour after his morning dose he was really crabby, and very unsettled. He just didn't know what he wanted. But as the day went by he seemed to settle down. Griffin is doing well. His cough has calmed down. But I forgot to give him his inhalers before bed. Nice mom, poor guy.

Tomorrow is my knitting night. I can't wait. Hopefully the boys won't be too sick for me to go. Zachy especially just wants mommy when he is sick. Anyway I need to go to bed. Who knows if we will be up all night.

Until tomorrow, God bless.

Croup

Zachy has Croup again. We went to the dr yesterday after not getting any sleep on Monday night. He had that horrible cough and couldn't breath. That is just so scary to me. The dr gave us oral steroids. Which I hate having to give the kids stuff like that but he felt so much better. I put him to bed at 6:30 last night. He got up 5 or 6 times until 11:00, and then slept until 7:00 this morning. The steroid must be doing its job. We all needed the sleep, it was so nice.

Then this morning Griffin was coughing. He is my little asthma boy. Every time he gets sick it ends up in his lungs. We started his inhaler in hopes that we don't end up on liquid steroids. He really is a baby when he is sick. Whiny and sensitive on good days. Sick days leave me pulling my hair out.

Poor Ryan, he coughs and has a running nose but I never really notice because he just goes about his day. Doesn't really complain about being sick. On the other hand, he drives me nuts with his know it all attitude. I really didn't think I would be dealing with that until they were teens, but at 6, he knows everything (a little like his Dad, hmmmm).

Keep your fingers crossed and say a little prayer that Griffin won't get any worse. That his inhaler does its job and we aren't up all night with him.

Poor Babies

As today progressed the day became a little hard to deal with.

Becca was here, her first day back in two weeks. She has been home with her mom ever since her Dad passed away unexpectedly. It was hard with her today, she just wanted to go home. I understand why she was difficult. Her whole world has been turned upside down. Poor little thing.

Then Zachy has come down with another cold. He is a little grumpy, snotty and drooling.



See the drool all over my ottoman:



The poor baby didn't sleep at all last night, and only took two 20 minute naps today. Normal he naps for 2 hours twice a day. So, as you can probably image he was a gem (Yeah right). It is still a little scary when he gets sick. He had (or still has) a floppy airway. I can't remember how to spell the medical term, but when he gets all congested he can't breath. I thought he had out grown it but the last time he was sick the Dr. could hear it. Although it is much better than when he was little.

Ryan then can home after school. He had a band aid on his thumb. From what he said he cut his finger on some ice on the playground. It was a pretty good cut. Then he went out to sled with Griffin, and he slipped on the ice, which ripped the skin off his pinkie finger. I am starting to think that Ryan and ice really don't mix. But he really wants to play hockey. ummmm.
To be perfectly honest, I am really surprised that something didn't happen to Griffin. He is usually my klutz.
Hopefully we all get so sleep tonight. Tomorrow is another day.

"Not Me!" Monday

This is a little fun we have on Monday's. Where we can be honest with ourselves and others without really admitting to it. Join us over at McMamma's and join in the fun.

I am not sure I have too much to confess. It was a pretty quiet week. I am also to tired to remember this past week. I think I will have to start writing down the Not Me's.

One thing is for sure, my baby Zachy did not take his first step on his own yesterday. I wouldn't be so say because that means he is growing. Not me, I wouldn't be sad. Near tears almost.

My perfect Griffin didn't "whisper" soooo loud in church during silent prayer, that I am sure the whole congregation heard him say "Mom, help me!" Not my perfect child, never!

I am not sitting here typing my Not me's instead of feeding Zachy his breakfast. Not me! That would mean I am not a perfect mom. Which I am.

It wasn't me that told my 6 year old Ryan, to "suck it up" when he wouldn't stop complaining that he didn't want to go to church. In my defense (not that I need it because I would never say that), I was sick of telling him over and over why he had to go. Again, that would make me an imperfect mother. Not Me!

Overall it was a pretty quiet week. I am sure I have not forgotten a lot, Not Me! I don't forget!

What did you do this week. I mean didn't do... Join us in the fun Not me monday's