Quiet

Henry finally went down for a nap. If he could talk, I'm sure he would say his favorite quote is, "sleep is for the weak." Addison's been napping for almost three hours. What a difference these two kids are. Henry loves anything with meat. Addison would no sooner eat meat than I would eat asparagus. Addison loves cheese. Henry throws anything containing cheese on the floor. I marvel at their differences, their similarities, and their own little personalities. How could God bless us with two extraordinary children? He is so good to us.
I really should be packing up the house as the two sleep. The problem is, where do I begin? How do I pick things to pack that we can't live without for a week? What if I need that extra towel? What if Henry pees out of his diaper and I need an extra set of sheets? I am a last minute person. I thrive under pressure. I would much prefer to be in panic mode and just pack up the house next Friday.
It is hard to believe that in a week we will finally be moved. It has been a long time coming. We knew God would come through for us and that He had a place for us to live. Now I'm ready to be there and be done with moving.

Why We Don't Need to Spank

I think time out is quite effective.

Sickies

I'm listening to my little guy cough in his sleep as I write this. I hate it when they cough in their sleep. I feel so helpless and I can't help but hold my breath as I wait for the cry that will eventually follow. So far, no cry yet. Addison is sick too. Not horribly sick, more like whiny, runny nose sick. Now Andy and I are following their lead. My ears and head started throbbing earlier today. Just when I thought we were in the clear. 

Last night, Henry bear woke up having a really hard time breathing. It really freaked me out. Andy said we should take him in, which made me freak out even more. He is usually the collected one, thinking I'm crazy when I suggest taking the kids in to the doctor. 

Once I got to the er, Henry was smiling to the nurses and gibbering to them. 

Great, Henry. Can you just pretend to be sick? I felt so stupid. 

After a flu test, x-ray, breathing treatment, and lots of waiting we were told it is just a respiratory virus, croup. 

Oh, poor little Henry Bear. 

Too Cool

We saw them in the parking lot. 

They strolled out of their mom's mini-van, wearing their skinny jeans and cool sunglasses. They were hot, and they knew it. 

As they sauntered into Old Navy, I clumsily tried to get the two kid stroller up that ridiculously high curb.  As we entered the store, Addison was yelling something as Henry was crying to be held. Yes, the entire store knew we had arrived. 

Skipping over the new and full price sections, we headed straight to the clearance section. First, the kids stuff and then I decided to splurge and look at the girl's section. As Andy waited with the kids near the front, I skimmed the racks as fast as possible. 

That is when I noticed. The very shirt I was wearing was on clearance for $6. Oh my gosh, I was wearing a shirt from the clearance section. 

As I made this discovery, I made eye contact with one of the teenage girls (you know, the ones that were in their mom's mini-van). I glanced at what she had in her hands as she looked at me. She realized she had the shirt in her hands. I tried to be casual and walk past her. As I looked back, I saw cool girl quickly put the shirt back. 

Crap. I thought I looked good in that shirt. 

Pat his booty

Henry likes his booty to be patted while he goes to sleep. Actually, he loves it. 

As I am rocking him, if I am not patting him, he starts patting it himself. I'm not kidding. He pats and pats his booty until I take over, which at that point he promptly takes that hand and covers his eyes. 

Occasionally, I won't take over and he will abruptly grab my hand and use my hand to pat. I can just picture what he is thinking. "Oh, man, she forgot how to do it again. Okay, I guess I will teach her. Gees." 

So to Henry's future wife, if he can't sleep and just keeps talking to you as you are laying in bed counting the hours before you have to wake up again, just pat his butt. He will be out in seconds! 

 

Imaginary Friends

These days have been filled with imaginary friends. It is so cute to listen to the conversations that Addison and her friends have. The newest addition to her circle of friends is Barbie. This morning she said that Isa (her very best friend) and Barbie were still sleeping. She proceeded to go upstairs to wake the sleepy heads. She came downstairs about two minutes later, dismayed that she "couldn't find Barbie or Isa. Help me find them daddy." Daddy, kindly responded, "I don't know how to search for invisible friends."  

Well I'm happy to note that Addison finally did find Barbie and Isa. Also, Barbie successfully went "poopy on the potty." Which Addison is, "so proud of you Barbie, you are such a big girl." 

Headache

"Mommy," Addison said in the car today. "I have a tummy ache in my head."