One-Eyed, One-Hand Crying Little-People Feeder

I’m starting the year off with a bang. Friday night, I put my contacts in a case and discovered my saline bottle was empty. I grabbed an open bottle from under the sink thinking it was fairly fresh and squirted some in my case. Saturday morning, I discovered the painful way that the saline¬†expired¬†three years…

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Since I forgot to write down all the cute things the boys did and said, I’ll write a lame list of what I DO remember from the weekend. THE GOOD: I actually made it to the gym again! It was lonely, but I managed to find an elliptical with a TV and a good Kevin…

I Think We Have the Makings for a Banana Shake

Wondering where I’ve been? The entire month of April was composed of a delightful melody of stomach bugs and nasal congestion, accented with a staccato of coughing. For May, we’ve changed up the menu a bit to rashes. So far, 2/3 of my offspring have a full-body viral rash of some sort, and one also managed to get a Strep rash on his bum. Anyone for a play date?

They’ve also seemed particularly fixated on their boy parts lately [this serves as your warning].

Too Many Doostractions

To add to my “if I turn scientist” list of studies: Effect of offspring leg length on maternal response. I just randomly noticed that there is a particular age or size of child that completely changes my reaction to having toes in my face. Babies start off so small and squishy and I want to roll them into a little ball in my arms and chew on them. Their little legs are so stubby and their feet, so chubby, and so nibble-y and kissable. Then one day, somewhere between Elijah-size and Isaac-size, I get a foot in my face, and my gut reaction glowers get that clunky hoof off of me! They haven’t yet stopped being precious, but suddenly they’re more adorable from a distance.

Follow-Up CT Today (Updated)

UPDATE AT BOTTOM Today Elijah will have a CT Scan to follow up on some lesions in his lungs. They are probably scar tissue, but the doc is keeping an eye on them. Here is what we are looking at. Imagine you sliced the top of his body off at the shoulders and then looked…

If you start using the potty, I’ll laugh at your poo with you.

Scrubbing poo out of the carpet before breakfast is not the best marker of a good day. That’s OK. I’m keeping my eyes on the Prize.  We are planning our escape to an undisclosed location *.* at an undisclosed time. Having bumbled through the morning with my free-day-at-the-children’s-museum virus, I put the kids down for…

Oh The Places You’ll Go!

A couple nights ago, Ian was wrestling with Brian. At one point Ian’s hand lands on Brian’s backside and Ian stands, frozen. “Oh no Dad, you have poop!” he blurts as he squeezes something.  I glance over and giggle, “No, Ian, that’s just Daddy’s tail bone.” Brian points out that Ian has a tail bone,…