February 24, 2010

On Your Mark, Get Set...



It is inevitable. Whenever it is time to walk out the door and leave the house, my boys always poop. It is as if some signal goes off in their head when they hear the words "go get in the car." It automatically triggers their bowels into action. And if by some twist of fate it doesn't happen when we are walking out the door, they save it for later. A pre-dinner activity. I imagine someday I will walk in and see them having a little pow wow in the corner. This is how their conversation might go...

Ethan: Ok, Ben. Let's pencil in our poop times today. How does 9am and 4pm sound?
Ben: Hmm, 4pm is not good for me. Let's push it back an hour and do 5pm - just when Mom is getting dinner ready. She'll love that.
Ethan: Great idea, Ben! You are new to this, but you have already learned so much. Well done. Now, when is a good time for tantrums?

February 17, 2010

Sleeping Patterns


Since he has been sick, Ethan will fall asleep just about anywhere...


I'm no Emeril, but come on. My cooking has never put anyone to sleep before.

City Center


The new City Center is amazing. I don't think I will ever be able to shop there, but it was fun to walk through.


(What is it with those looks?)



Anatomically Correct


While we were in Las Vegas we did manage to get out a couple times before Olivia got really sick. The first time we decided to meet Doug at Caesar's Palace where he was preparing for the hair show. I don't think casinos were designed to be stroller-friendly. It was impossible to navigate through there. After 30 minutes of unsuccessfully trying to find Doug, I stopped to call him in a shopping area. I pressed the numbers then looked up in frustration only to find a very large and very naked statue of The David. Just what I needed! I wrangled up the kids and moved to a different area, just hoping they didn't notice because I knew the kind of questions that would follow. We eventually found Doug, and the children seemed unaffected by our run-in with good old Dave... until three days later.

Doug had to pick something up at the front desk the morning we left. We pulled up to the front and Olivia replied, "I hope we don't have to go in there. I really don't want to walk around again. And I definitely don't want to have to see that man's bum and penis!" Nothing gets past her.

Las Vegas


Doug has been out of town for the last month. So we decided that we would go with him for one of his trips to Las Vegas. I had such high hopes. I had places to go, people to see, and things to eat. Admittedly I was most excited about the things to eat. Is that bad? Reno's restaurant options leave a little to be desired - literally. So I had my time in Las Vegas all planned out according to my food itinerary. Lunches at Chipotle, Panera, and Cafe Rio. Dinners at Lucille's, Cheesecake Factory, and CPK. It sounded wonderful. My mouth watered the entire drive there. Until...the cough started.

Shortly after we arrived Monday night Olivia started coughing. I dismissed it because the kids have all had a lingering cough since November. But in the wee hours of the morning her wheezing woke me up. For the next four days Olivia battled a cough, runny nose, fever, chills, fatigue, and loss of appetite. But it was the cough that worried me. Poor Olivia was so sick and so wiped out. Needless to say, my eating plans were quickly forgotten. As were all our other plans. We did manage to get pictures taken of the kids.

My friend Stacie takes the best pictures. I have been wanting to have her do pictures forever, and she is moving in June so I felt this urgency to get them done. So I dragged the kids out one day to have pictures done. Probably not the best idea. Olivia was fine at first, but she quickly lost her steam. The winds picked up, the temperatures dropped, and so did Olivia. Stacie did a great job thru it all, coaxing weak smiles out of Olivia. I feel major guilt for doing that to Olivia. Perhaps one day she will forgive me.

Much to my chagrin, Ethan started coughing Thursday. So we packed up and left Friday morning. Ethan and Olivia coughing and gagging - sharing the love and germs with baby brother in the back seat. They were put on breathing treatments Saturday. Now over a week later, Olivia is still coughing, but much better. Ethan is still pretty bad, and continuing treatments. And Ben, my little man, has it too. I feel so bad for all of them. When they cough it sounds like their lungs will fly out of their mouths. It just sounds painful. They have been sick since November. I am ready for winter to be over.

Not such a successful trip. But Daddy was a rockstar on stage at the hair show. He really is magic. Now if he could magically make us better!

Lessons in Decorating


The other morning when I went into Olivia's room I discovered that she hadn't just cleaned it. She had decorated it and thoughtfully placed her toys, instead of her normal throw-them-in-a-pile-and-call-it-clean routine.

These are her princess dolls on their "magic carpets"...

And these are her pets all fancy with a crown and bracelet...

Olivia offered her services to me too. I guess my room could use a little decorating.

Sleeping Buddy


This frog has been around a while. It was a good investment. As you can tell, it has been well loved. First, by Olivia...

And now by Ethan...

It's almost as if the frog is looking down on Ethan with a caring eye, trying to wrap his stubby arms around him. Perhaps Mr. Frog still has a few more years left in him to catch Ben in an impromptu slumber.