Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year.

Hi again. Less than four hours remain in 2009, and I am ready to see the year pass. I'm not saying it has not been a good one, but for some reason I am anticipating 2010 to be a significant one. I don't normally give too much thought to whether a new year will be spectacular or ordinary, or even plain bad, but this year I have an interesting feeling. Sort of a barely discernible humming inside that lifts my hopes ever so slightly. I have a lot on my mind this past couple of weeks, and I am hoping to change a few things this next year. I'm not making any resolutions to speak of. I am not deluded enough to think that will do anything for me. I just think things will be different. Haha. Maybe I won't have a baby this year. That could be the change I am anticipating.

Anyway, I am feeling slightly better today, though I had to go into town to get my eyes looked at because they are pretty bad again. I am on drops again and will need to see the specialist next week. Oh joy. I'm sure I'll have something to report about that when the time comes. Everyone else around here seems to be feeling fairly well, so that is a blessing. I have been very discouraged with the number of health issues that have arisen over the Christmas holidays, so I am worn out and desperately hoping for a reprieve. I have still barely eaten today, but I am not nauseated and I do not have a headache...both welcome changes. Tomorrow is Mike's birthday, so here's hoping I will feel even better by then.

Today, Jamie turned two. It is hard to believe. My little guy is already two. We didn't get much of a party in for him seeing I had to fly in to see the optometrist and we didn't want to invite anyone over anyway, just in case we spread our germs around. He enjoyed cake and ice cream anyway, and opened a couple of presents. Hopefully he won't be scarred for life having been somewhat ripped off of his second birthday.

So, I am finding my eyes a bit tired looking at the screen right now, so I will sign off here for the year. Here's wishing you all a Happy New Year, and I hope we will all flourish on our journeys through 2010!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Still sick.

I thought I better check in, seeing it has been three days since my last post. Sadly, I am still ill, though I have not done any more barfing since Boxing Day. Every time I see the Christmas tree I just want to take it down. Right now, our house is cluttered with new toys and baskets of laundry that I have been trying to catch up on. It is messy, but I am weak from not eating for most of the last five days and I have barely done any housework at all.

Tomorrow is Jamie's second birthday, and we have no plans for him whatsoever. I feel bad, but how can I invite people over for a birthday party when our house could be crawling with germs? Besides that, it is too late to plan a party for him now, so it won't be happening. Mike might be making a cake tonight, but we'll see. I suppose we may have a small birthday celebration with just our little family. The day after that is Mike's birthday. (I won't say which one.) Last year we had a big party for his birthday, but we won't be doing anything like that this year. At the rate I'm going, I may spend that day in bed.

I ate a little bit of supper tonight, and I don't feel as badly nauseated, so maybe that's a good sign. I have no idea what to expect this time around. On the positive sign, everyone else seems to be doing well. I'm not sure I'd say they are all completely back to normal, but certainly feeling mostly well. I am thankful for that.

Phew. This IS an exciting post, isn't it? I have more on my mind, but I think it might be best to leave it out of here for now. This may be my last post this year. Weird. Just in case, Happy New Year to everyone. I think 2010 is kind of a cool number. Hopefully it will be a good year. Maybe it will be the year of the horse! Bye for now.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

What goes down, must come up.

This Christmas keeps getting merrier and merrier. I have the stomach flu. Actually, we all do, except for possibly Micah. It's hard to tell with him because he always pukes. He seems happy, so that's good. On Christmas night, Cody barfed in his bed. Mike and I were up doing laundry and helping him out at 1:30 a.m. This has been the one thing I have dreaded with fear and trembling about being a parent. I know, it seems crazy, but as I have mentioned previously, I have a terrible fear of barfing. By 8:30 last night, I had broken my nearly six-year streak of not barfing. Just one more week would have put me at the six year mark. I have been terribly sick, but I am better today in that I am able to sit up, and to a small degree, walk around. Sadly, Mike got it this morning, so it has been very difficult to look after the boys. So far, no one has had it as bad as I did, which is good. More than once last night I slept on the bathroom floor because I could not stand up long enough to wash my hands and stumble back to bed. Mike had to give Micah a bottle because I could not feed him. This morning I was able to feed him laying in my bed. I am in the living room now, and just had a small amount of ginger ale, in hopes to quell my hunger pains. I have not eaten in two days other than a small portion of soup and (oops) a small portion of venatarta. Okay, so that was not the most brilliant move. Now I am terribly hungry but way too scared to eat. I'd rather experiment in the morning than now, because I do NOT want to be up in the night tonight.

Then there's Jamie. He barfed last night. Three times I heard him start crying and barfing and three times Mike had to run to his aid, from the living room where he wisely made his bed last night. I was unable to so much as sit up, so I could not help. Poor little Jamie was traumatized, I think. He has been fine all day, but I am scared to feed him too. He has barely eaten today too, but that has been my decision. I do not want him having a night like last night again. Especially now that Mike and I are both battling this. I guess we'll see what happens.

So, this has been a real downer of a Christmas for me. Admittedly, it could be worse. I know more than one person who have lost loved ones around this time of year, and that is infinitely worse than the stomach flu. However, for me this has been the most depressing and torturous Christmas ever. I just want to take my tree down because I don't want to look at it and remember how we missed Christmas this year. Now we just have to make it through this evening and get the boys to bed. Then there will only be Micah to take care of. Hopefully between the two of us we can handle that.

And speaking of Micah, he is now awake, so I will probably have to go get him. I may be back tomorrow, depending on whether things have gotten better or worse. Oh, and on a brief side note, Micah is now officially five months old, as of today. Bye for now.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas.

Phew. I have not posted in a long time. It has been a difficult week and I have not been well at all. Since Saturday I have been quite under the weather, and was improving some early in the week, but on Wednesday I started to go downhill again. Then yesterday I woke up and looked out the living room window at all the snow and I had stabbing pain in my left eye. Every time I looked into the brightness outside (it was cloudy out) it hurt significantly, and sure enough that eye is red again. have been extremely discouraged about the never-ending saga with my eyes, and a few other health issues sprinkled in there now and again to spice things up. I felt like giving up. I have taken Advil first thing in the morning every day for the last week.

This morning I woke up at 5 a.m. to a hungry baby, and at 5:15 a.m. Cody was up for the day. He attempted to wake Jamie, but Mike intervened very quickly and we brought him to our bed. Mike left him there with me and went to sleep on the couch. He was the lucky one. Cody talked for about an hour about how he did not want to be in our room. Then he left to use the bathroom and returned, asking me to please pray for his diarrhea. Oh boy. I must have drifted off some time close to 7 a.m., but the next thing I heard was a splattering sound in the hallway. I knew right away he had thrown up. Fear hit me right away, because as I have mentioned previously, I am terrified of barfing, or witnessing barfing, or smelling it, or cleaning it up...need I go on?? Somehow, in my mothering experiences, I have managed to avoid barf for three and a half years. Let me rephrase. I have dealt with more than my share of spit-up type barf, and while gross it is nowhere near the level of disgusting as regular barf. I don't like it, but it does not phase me. I called Mike for help and ushered Cody to the bathroom where he promptly finished what he started. Thankfully, it just looked like water so I was not grossed out. The fear did not leave though, as I couldn't help but wonder whether we would all be barfing before the holidays were over.

Without getting into any further details, I will say that there has not been any more barf, but his stomach is definitely still not right. He is not really eating either. That combined with my splitting headache, Mike's stomach ache and our exhaustion, has made it final. We are not going to my family's Christmas celebration today. That makes two years in a row that my side of the family has missed Christmas because of illness. Truly, it is depressing. I am very sad, but there is no point going when we all feel kind of crappy and when we might spread it to others, although my nephew also threw up this week, so I don't know.

No turkey dinner for us tonight. I will likely hit the sack soon for a nap. Hopefully that will make my head feel better. I am holding my breath and hoping that none of the rest of us will get this. I guess we'll see what happens. On the bright side, Cody is acting completely normal and is loving his new toys. he has been playing all day and does not really seem sick except that he won't really eat. I don't even mind the idea of having some fun family time at home, except that I don't feel like I can participate because of my headache. Maybe I'll try to have a nap and then we can play some Wii together or something.

I also must remember that the true meaning of Christmas is that we are celebrating the birth of Jesus. I know that historically speaking he was not actually born in December. I've heard it was more likely March, but no matter. This is when we celebrate his birthday, regardless. I was thinking of Mary the other day, and really pondering how she must have felt having to give birth in some stable, or stable like area, far away from her home. She was pretty young too, from what I've heard. I think the consensus is that she was in her early teens. Wow. I can't imagine. Now that I have been through child birth I have to say it is bad enough being in a vehicle on the highway when you're in labour. It must have really been horrible riding on a donkey. Okay, I know there is nothing to indicate that she was necessarily in labour on the donkey. I was just imagining what it would have been like. Not my cup of tea, I'll tell you that much.

Anyway, this is disjointed and not all that uplifting, so I am going to sign off here. Maybe Mike can help me make the bed so I can go sleep on it. I washed the sheets this morning in case of germs. Hopefully I will have a good report tomorrow. Merry Christmas, everyone.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Under the Weather

I'm not doing so great today. I took the last of my eye drops this morning and now I am on antibiotics for something else. I feel lousy, and just want to go to bed, but Mike needs me to be in charge of the boys because he has his final assignment due tomorrow and he still has quite a bit of work left to do on it. I am freezing cold, which is unusual for me, and I am discouraged. On the up side, it was a beautiful day today and I actually left the house. I had to, to go into town to a walk-in clinic.

I don't have much else to say today. Here's hoping I improve by the end of the day (though so far I am just getting worse) so I can finish shopping and baking on Monday. I will be doing venatarta. I know, I spelled it wrong, but that's just how I picture it spelled. The internet can't seem to agree on the correct spelling anyway, so I'll spell it my own way. You probably have never heard of it. It's a family tradition. It is Icelandic, even though we are not. It is a lot of work to make but it is worth the effort. That is on the agenda for early next week. I have one stocking stuffer left to buy and part of one gift and then we're done. I just can't wait to wrap the final gift so I can relax.

I know this has been a dull entry, but I must end it here. I just feel too gross to be doing this today.

Friday, December 18, 2009

I'm back again.

Phew. Long week. Had a bit of a break from this blog, but not intentionally. On Wednesday we went into town, but for the life of me I can't remember why. Oh yes, a banking appointment. At any rate, the boys all came with us and we did not get home until about 8 p.m. Ever since then, things have been unpleasant around here. Poor Cody. I think he just doesn't do well with late nights. Yeah, I know. That probably doesn't sound that late. My boys go to bed at 7 p.m. every night. If they stay up later, they still get up at the same time every morning, so late nights do not make for positive days afterwards. Yesterday was terrible. Right after I told my sister how level and rational I have been recently I turned into some kind of psycho mom, yelling and acting like a crazy person. The day was a total write-off. I had to invoke the cone of silence for a full half hour over lunch time. It seemed to confuse Cody. It probably confused all of my boys, but it seemed to snap Cody out of his terrible state.

Other than battling with kids all day every day, my computer cord broke so I could not get on here to update anything. I now have a brand new cord, so I'm back online. Amazing how lost I felt without my laptop. My battery had about 5 minutes left on it so I had to avoid it altogether.

Today, Mike finished work just before lunch time and he is now on holidays. Woo hoo!! He is still doing homework for the course he is in, but he'll be done that by the end of the weekend and then I will officially have back-up for a while. Good thing too, as I am not feeling so hot. I am almost 100% done my Christmas shopping. I think we just have one item left to pick up, and I do not look forward to doing so. I really do not enjoy shopping at the best of times, but in December it is about the last thing I want to do. I might see if Mike will do it. He doesn't seem to mind the crowds.

Anyway, super tired here and Micah is getting a bit impatient on the floor, so I will have to end this here. I have laundry to check anyway. I will probably post more often now that I have my laptop back!!!

Micah just wrapped himself up in a blanket on the floor. All I see are his legs sticking straight up. Silly baby. Goodnight.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Uh oh...yucky Monday?

Monday morning dawned early, but not bright for me this morning. Micah awoke at 5 a.m. and I got up to feed him. As I was almost done, I noticed a pain in my stomach, and it gave me an uneasy feeling. I wondered whether it would dissipate without any trouble, or whether I was going to be down and out with the stomach flu today. When I carried Micah back to his room to put him back to bed, I felt somewhat barfy. Oh great. For any of you who don't know me, I have barf issues. More specifically, I am terrified of throwing up. The last time I threw up was in January of 2004. Prior to that, I had not barfed in twelve years. That's right. Twelve years. So now, it has been almost six since my last incident, and it is my ever-present goal to beat my last record. Even when I have been pregnant, I have never thrown up, a fact for which I am eternally grateful. (I felt like it, but never did.)

So this morning I was faced with one of my biggest fears. I returned to my bed to attempt to ignore it, but it only got worse. I decided to loiter in the bathroom for a while, but that did not help either. So, I returned to bed once again and lay there in pain. I wondered how I would deal with my three crazies all day when I did not even want to move at all. Mike got them up and I stayed in bed, even after he left. They came in and had several fights on the bed which involved pushing, hitting, screaming...etc. It was so peaceful and enjoyable. Just the way you want to spend your day when you may have the stomach flu.

The good news is, I feel okay right now. I do feel hints of that same pain intermittently, but it is not constant, so I am not bedridden. I have mostly ignored my older boys today, and they have been pretty good. I have spent the morning in my room where I folded and put away two large baskets of laundry and made my bed, all while watching Micah bounce happily in the Jolly Jumper in my doorway. Once he started looking a little limp I took him out and put him to bed. He is still sleeping. I should probably prepare some kind of lunch for the boys while Micah is not needing me. Not sure what to give them because they both had sandwiches for breakfast. I'm not very imaginative with meal preparation.

Hm. I just heard Cody tell Jamie that Playdoh is not a good snack, and to just ask Mommy. I wonder what's going on out there. Should I check? Probably. Sigh. Still hearing big brother tell little brother "Don't eat it, kay Jamie? Don't put it in your mou--NO! Because you'll get sick from it, and I don't want you to get sick." I think he just confiscated it and put it away. He told Jamie that once he is bigger he can have it. He's quite the little Mr. Mom. I better go. Hopefully Monday remains uneventful and I don't wreck my streak of non-barfing.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Freaky Friday!

Today was an eventful day. Where to start? The morning went fairly well for the first couple of hours. I think it was just before lunch sometime when Cody announced that he had to go to the bathroom and ran to do just that. I didn't pay a whole bunch of attention because I was on the phone with my sister, but I knew he would be fine because he always goes on his own now. My attention was grabbed when I heard him shout, "Mom, there's something wrong with the toilet!" Uh oh. Those are words that should never be ignored. They also have the power to bring a shiver of dread down one's spine. I did not hang up the phone, but did manage to plunge the toilet while I continued chatting. I can't begin to say how relieved I was that it did not overflow when I gave it the first test flush. The water rose higher and higher, as did my blood pressure, I'm sure. But then it stopped and I was able to get everything fixed up.

Next I went to the kitchen and I don't really know what I was doing in there. The boys were coloring, and I was no longer on the phone, so I was likely doing dishes or some other cleaning. That's when my Angel Care monitor gave a loud beep. For anyone who does not know what the Angel Care monitor is, or does, it is not like a typical baby monitor. It has a unit that sits in the baby's room, which is typical, but it also has a special hard plastic sensor pad that goes underneath the mattress and senses motion. It is so sensitive that it detects the baby's breathing, so it is designed to alert the parents if the baby stops breathing for longer than 20 seconds. In truth, our alarm goes off on a daily basis because every time we pick Micah up out of the crib we forget to shut the darn thing off. It is kind of amusing, actually, and usually we are at the opposite end of the house when it gives its initial loud beep, followed a few seconds later by a very loud alarm from the parents' unit and also in the baby's room. The monitor also does the same warning beep when its batteries are running low, at which point you put it back on the charger for a few hours. Today, it gave the warning beep. My initial thought was that perhaps the battery needed charging, but I thought that was odd because I had just brought it off the charger. I thought maybe the charger was not working properly, but I peeked at the screen (yes, this monitor has a screen) and the battery symbol looked okay. Things were quiet for about five minutes after that, so I went on with whatever I was doing and ignored it. Then it gave another beep. Okay, the alarm also goes if the temperature in the room goes out of range, with a warning beep, and same if the monitor is out of range. I said out loud, "Why in the world does the monitor keep beeping?" and I walked over to look at it more closely. That's when the full alarm went off. I went flying into Micah's room and he was sleeping on his tummy with his face against the mattress. He had not so much as stirred despite the obnoxious sound coming from the monitor right beside his crib. I yelled, "Micah?" and picked him up quickly. His eyes opened but he was really limp and out of it. I was really freaked out. He was very tired, but seemed okay. I took him and fed him and he went right back to sleep. So I put him back in his crib.

Since then I have felt weird about the whole thing. The first tendency is to think the monitor just spazzed out, but the thing is, it was designed to warn if there was no motion for longer than 20 seconds. I know he was sleeping deeply, but the sensor is SO sensitive that it knows the difference between a sleeping baby in the crib and no baby at all in the crib. My thought is that he really did stop breathing for 20 seconds, because I think that happens to everyone now and again if I understand correctly. Or maybe not everyone, but lots of people. The scary thing is, had I not been using that type of alarm, would he have spontaneously started breathing again, or did my picking him up startle him into breathing? Either way, I am terribly thankful to be using this monitor. It is actually my sister-in-law's but she is letting us use it. I can't tell you what a load it takes off my mind, and Mike's too, knowing that it will send up a huge alarm if there is a problem. That was the worst part of my day. I'm so thankful my sweet baby is okay.

The next event occurred at lunch time. I took a box of crackers out of the pantry with the intention of having a few crackers and cheese for lunch while the boys ate. When I say "a few", I do mean it. This box of crackers had been mostly dumped on the floor before I even had a chance to have any, so I figured I could just finish the final few that were in the box. Unfortunately for me, I had left the box out on the counter when I ran to get Micah during the monitor incident. After that I had fed him, so I forgot about the crackers until I came back to eat them. Cody was in his room with the bag, which was almost 100% empty. Great. It wasn't until about 15 minutes later that Cody announced to me that Oreo was eating crackers. Oh boy. Sure enough, I peered down into Oreo's cage and he was happily consuming the Wheat Thins that the boys had so generously shared with him. (Oreo is a rabbit, for anyone who is unaware.) I took a deep breath and explained to Cody that rabbits don't eat people food and he is never to do that again. He agreed, but was so amused by the incident that I don't put much confidence in his ability to refrain the next time the temptation arises.

The afternoon was an event in cookie-icing. Yes, Cody and I iced half the cookies. From start to finish it took close to two hours. There were a lot of interruptions. We did green icing and pink icing. Tonight I intend to enlist Mike's help to do the other half in blue and yellow. Then we'll finally be done with the cookies. Well, not with the eating of the cookies! That part will be the best part!!!

So, that is the day I had today. The boys were fairly well-behaved, thankfully, and were it not for the monitor alarm going off it would have been a pretty good day all around. Now I need to join the rest of my family in the kitchen. I'm off for now!

Oh, and I also wanted to mention that there is a contest I found out about to win some cloth diapers. Haha. I had to enter, of course. They are from a store called Snugs Boutique. They have a few different diapers I'd be interested in trying out, and they are very inexpensive. These particular ones are pocket diapers. Here is the link to their site.

I can't comment on their blog for some reason, so it was probably pointless to mention this on here. I'll see if I can get it to work later. Bye for now. Again.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Domestic Diva

It is nearly midnight and I type this in Michael Jackson fashion, with one gloved hand. My eczema has flared up again recently and today I handled a lot of flour, so my hands got really dry and cracked. I had to put vaseline on one of them so now I'm wearing a glove. I look a bit ridiculous, but there is nobody here to see me, so who cares?

I had a busy day today, and I must say I was impressively domestic. Okay, maybe it wasn't that impressive, but true to my word, I did make a batch of sugar cookie dough last night and this afternoon I got up the nerve to bake the cookies. Sounds like no big deal but trust me, this is not a recipe for the faint of heart. All I did today for this batch was to roll the dough, cut the cookies, place them on pans and bake them, but it took over three hours. I haven't even iced them yet because it turns out we don't have the right sprinkles at home so we will have to buy some. Cody "helped", which was part of the reason it took a while, but these cookies are very time-consuming. I made 131 cookies. Crazy, eh? For me it is crazy. It will be worth it though, because these are the best cookies ever. Trust me. I might even post a picture of them once I get them iced and sprinkled.

Then this evening I got up the nerve to try a sewing project. Mike and I decided to try a gDiapers starter kit for Jamie. For anyone who doesn't know what gDiapers are, check them out at They are super cute, but they are very expensive if you go the disposable route. So, I made an insert to try out tonight. It is pink, which is odd seeing I don't have any girls, but that was all the fabric I had available, so that's how it's going to be. So be it. It is inside the diaper anyway where no one can see it. I will probably do a post some time about the gDiapers and how they are working for us. Here is the link to the site I used to make the insert, in case anyone else is interested in trying it. I hope that works. I am not good at posting links.

Sick. I was hoping to post this tonight but I see it is one minute after midnight, so it will show as Friday morning. Maybe not, depending on what time zone this is based in. Okay, I better sign off for now. Very tired and not too brilliant to be up still. Mike is out playing hockey, so I'm holding down the fort. All three boys are sleeping, thankfully. Hopefully Micah will sleep through the night tonight. He often does, but not always. He is my most unpredictable child so far. Anyway, I'm off to bed. Goodnight.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Hoping for a quiet Tuesday.

Here is attempt number one at blogging today. Micah is happily playing in his play pen. Jamie is wandering around throwing a ball and Cody has been sent to bed. They had a late night last night and the night before, which has been very stressful for me because I am very uptight about things like that. However, this is the reason why. Cody is a bag today, even though he slept in until 7:30 this morning. Yes, that is a MAJOR sleep-in for him. I can only imagine how the rest of the day will go. I hope it is better than the first couple of hours. I am not mad at Cody. I actually feel sorry for him. He doesn't understand that the reason he is having a hard time making good choices today is because he is extremely overtired. Micah didn't have the greatest night last night either, though I suppose it was not bad compared to most babies his age. He ate at 10:30 p.m. and then woke up already at 12:30 a.m. to eat. I was discouraged that he didn't even last three hours. However, after that he did not wake up again until 7:30 a.m. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for myself. I was having nightmares and actually woke up yelling some time in the night. Where did that come from?!

I just looked at Jamie who dangled a blue Christmas tree ball from his fingers and then winged it into the air. It went in a graceful arc over his head and landed on the couch behind him. He has just gone over to the tree to fetch another blue ball. He is holding two now. They look like giant earrings. Jamie is obsessed with any type of ball. A few days ago I emerged from my room first thing in the morning and he was standing in the kitchen holding a large onion. He loudly proclaimed, "Ball!" and then proceeded to spike it on the floor like a triumphant football player. I couldn't help but smile, but I was also thankful it hadn't been an apple or it surely would have bruised. It turns out onions bruise too. Who knew? A few people pointed out to me that it was a good thing it hadn't been an egg. I never even thought of an egg. Neither of my boys have broken an egg yet. Cody cracks them for me when I am baking, but has never broken one so far.

Speaking of baking, I have a strong urge to do Christmas baking now that the snow has come in full force and our Christmas tree is up. (Yes, we put it up on Saturday with the boys.) I have not been able to yet because we have been out and because I want the kitchen more organized first. I did manage to make a brownie a few nights ago and it is in the freezer tempting me. Just wait til I make the sugar cookies. I'm sure there will be a post about it because it is a lot of work. It usually takes me three or four hours, and that's on the second day. The first day is making the dough, which is actually quite easy. I might do that tonight, depending on how everyone does here.

Anyway, I'm sure I'm missing a thousand good stories of Jamie's antics, but I must sign off for now. I will try to be more faithful to post in here this week!

Monday, December 7, 2009

I'm behind!

Wow, I am really slacking off here. I have not done a post in here for quite some time. In truth, I have been exhausted and very busy. I have barely had a chance to check my emails on a daily basis, so my blog went by the wayside. This will be short too because I am in bed and just waiting for Mike to finish whatever he is trying to accomplish on his computer. Oh. Nevermind. He's here now, so this post will be done. I will try to do one tomorrow. I have lots of good material courtesy of Jamie.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Morning snacks anyone?

A few days ago I decided to leave a muffin out for Cody on the table overnight so that when he awoke he would not feel the need to raid the pantry. I told him my plan, and he made sure I wrapped it so it wouldn't get "old". He quickly embraced the concept. In fact, he approved to such an extent that yesterday he gave me a lecture for not leaving any food out for him. Later, he told Mike that he had raided the pantry because I had not left him anything at the table. So, last night we diligently made a peanut butter and jam sandwich on fresh bread, cut it, placed it on a plate, covered it with plastic wrap and left it at his spot at the table. I then put his sippy cup in the fridge full of water. (Yes, he still uses sippy cups in situations where I am concerned about spillage.)

When he gingerly opened our bedroom door at 6:45 this morning, I whispered his name loudly so I could tell him about the snack we had prepared for him. I was already awake because MIcah had gotten me up an hour earlier and I had not been able to fall back asleep as of yet. However, Cody closed the door again and disappeared. Given my strong desire to stay in bed, I did not pursue him and simply hoped he would catch on when he saw the sandwich at the table. Much later, after Mike left for work, Cody came in my room and told me about the sandwich I had left him. I was happy he had found it and I happily acknowledged that yes, I had left a sandwich for him. He proceeded to point out that I had not cut off the crusts. Okay. I guess the food critic was not completely satisfied with our exemplary parental efforts. Fine. I pictured the crusts strewn about on the plate and the table, a culinary crime scene. I was okay with that. At least he had not taken out the brown sugar or the syrup again like yesterday.

When I emerged into the kitchen shortly thereafter, I saw the sandwich. Untouched. Unwrapped. Immediately I turned to Cody and said, "You didn't eat your sandwich!" It was then that I noticed his face was covered in chocolate. I asked him, "What DID you eat?" He said, "Chocolate chips." Obviously. I asked him why he ate chocolate chips and not is sandwich. He told me he was hungry for chocolate chips. Then he said he just wanted to eat something unhealthy. Yes, he actually said that.

We are now all in the living room, and it is fairly peaceful in here. Cody has built a tiny train track in a circle that is about a foot in diameter and one of his trains is circling it repeatedly. Jamie is laying under the table beside Cricket, sucking his thumb. Micah is in his swing, watching his brothers in wide-eyed wonder and amusement. And I am sitting in a chair enjoying the calm of the moment. I hope the rest of the day goes this well. I have to go to town tonight to have my eyes looked at again. I will probably leave as soon as Mike gets home and hopefully finish my Christmas shopping for him at the same time. We'll see. I'm not sure what I'm doing yet and I am not a spontaneous Christmas shopper. If I have a solid plan in place by the end of the afternoon I will go. If not, I will simply go to my appointment and do my shopping another day. Perhaps on the weekend? I really am not fond of Christmas shopping...especially in December when the rush really hits. That's why I want to get done as soon as possible. I do not look forward to driving in now that winter has hit with a vengeance. It is not extremely cold yet, but the roads are not good in these parts and I am a chicken about winter roads. I am doubly chicken about winter roads in the dark, and that is what I will be navigating this evening. Hopefully it will go well. I will be leaving Micah behind now that he takes a bottle. I'll miss the little guy, but I'll feel better not having him along when the roads may be dicy.

So, I guess I should go. I had an unproductive day yesterday and I should make an extra effort today to make up for it. I'm off for now.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Winter is here.

We're back. Right now I wish I wasn't. Today is the first day in December, and looking out the window it really shows! Yesterday there was not a single flake of snow on the ground. Today we are looking out at a winter wonderland. The tree branches are all burdened with two or three inches of snow and the ground is a thick white blanket. A light white powder continues to fall softly from the sky with not a breath of wind to blow it sideways. Truly it is a beautiful sight, but it also means highway conditions will be an ever-present concern from now until late March or so. As usual, I am kicking myself for not having finished my Christmas shopping in November as I had originally planned. It is harder than it seems to follow a plan like that when there are three young boys in the equation.

Today I need to go into town to have my eyes looked at again. My right eye seems okay now and I am on drops until tomorrow, but now the other eye is really red and somewhat light sensitive and I feel like it is starting all over again. I am terribly discouraged about it and I'm tired of seeing doctors...especially eye doctors. I don't really want to venture in today with my boys in the van because conditions are less than ideal on the roads, but if I don't, will my eye get worse? I'm so tired of this. Today I am discouraged and irritable, and all I want to do is crawl into bed and go to sleep. I don't feel like dealing with grouchy boys, but that's what I've got. We didn't get home from our weekend until 12:30 a.m. which was altogether way too late for me. I was stressed out and upset and felt like making that the last time I attend, but I'm sure the boys will want to be part of it in the future. Mike too, for that matter. I just don't know why it has to be so late on a Sunday. If I had known I probably would have opted out.

Anyway, I probably shouldn't post much more right now. I'm just in too terrible a mood to be allowed to share my thoughts publicly. Hopefully things will improve later today. Maybe we should put our tree up tonight. Then again, maybe best to save that until I'm in a decent mood. I don't know. The boys are eating lunch now. As soon as they're done I'm putting Jamie to bed and I'm kicking Cody outside. He can try his new boots on. I think he'll like it, actually. Maybe he'll have so much fun he'll stay out for a while. I'd love to do some Christmas baking, but it's too messy in here and I'm too tired. If I don't bum around, I will have to spend my energy cleaning, not baking. Not yet.

So, I'm off for now. Hopefully I'll have something more positive to report tomorrow.