Another one down...

Another victim of the stomach monster.  Poor baby.  Okay...enough already!  

Fun Friday

I guess the black cloud that had been over our house decided not to leave after all.  I woke up early Friday sick and I mean SICK.  Stomach bug sick.  Running fever sick.  Brad had to leave for a knee follow up appointment and then had to go into the office to work on a project that couldn't be done from home and then on to rehab.  He said if I absolutely needed him to let him know.  My kids are such rock stars, its not even funny.  Well, I did bribe them.  I said, mommy is VERY sick.  Please be good boys for me today and if you are daddy will reward you when you get home.  And they listened.  They played Wii together most of the entire day (no one even had to get stitches!) while I was either getting sick or laying in bed.  I managed to get up only a few times... to change a couple of Brady diapers and to throw chips on the table for their lunch.  Literally, that's what they ate for lunch.  It was all I could handle.  Mom of the year over here.  I couldn't even get up to put Brady down for a nap.  So, he just went with out.  I ended up calling Brad at some point and said if there is any way possible, please come home early.  By the time he made it home it was about five.  But the boys were such troopers.  My house wasn't too messy from their day of minimal supervision.  They had some food in their bellies.  They were happy and no one got hurt.  Victory!  Brad rewarded them by taking them to McDonald's to eat and play and so I could lay in silence.  What a friggin day.  But, at least I can say all of us are healthy at this exact minute.  Victory! 

Looking Up

 Things are looking up around here.  I got my stitches out today, Brady is eating more, Brad is getting more mobile and Blake looks really adorable in Brad's hat.

Sunshine after rain...Eventually

Could this face be any sweeter?  This was taken just a few hours before, what we believe was food poisoning set in.  Because you know, we didn't have enough on our plate (my plate) and this boy could totally afford to throw up all.night.long. because he's not trying to gain weight or anything.  OR the exact opposite.  I felt so bad for Brady.  It was horrible.  I ended up just laying on the floor of his room all night so any time I heard him whimper I could run him to the bathroom on time.  At least, my prayers were answered and by Friday morning he was at least able to hold down water and then shortly after hold down food. Although, the last few days he's barely eaten anything.  Not sure if its because his stomach still feels upset or if he's just scared to eat again (don't blame him).  But whatever it is, I'm going to admit....I'm kind of, how should I put it....FREAKING OUT.  So much time and effort to get this boy on the charts with his weight and I so desperately want him to stay there.  I know, I have to just weather the storm that we're in and remember to have faith, breathe (and sleep when possible).  

Shortly before Brad's dad passed away he made Brad a mixed tape.  I'm sorry, not a mixed tape, but a mixed CD?  That just sounds weird.  But, he made him a CD of songs that he loved and that were special to him and that he felt Brad would love to.  What a neat gift.  Especially now that he's no longer with us.  But, my point with this story is, there is a song on there that really speaks to me when I'm going through a period that I'm desperately seeking to find the light at the end of the tunnel.  It's a Dire Straights song and the main chorus goes, 

Why worry?

There should be laughter after pain

There should be sunshine after rain

These things have always been the same

So why worry now?

Kind of just a poetic way of saying, this too shall pass.  And the last few days this song has been on repeat.  Just FYI.  

And to end my ramblings, I have to give a shout out to our friends Kim and Tanner.  Kim knew with everything going on the last few weeks that I was so needing a break of my wife and mom duties in the kitchen and could really use some adult company as well (and wine) and they came over Friday night with dinner for all of us, lots of wine, fun, and oh yeah, they brought their sweetest ever corgi puppy that I swear could be Odie's baby.  If he was still alive.  And hadn't been fixed.  It was just what our little family needed and I'm so so so grateful for good friends like them.  

How My Four Year Old Beat Me Up

Ok, seriously not sure what is going on in my world lately.  But I'm pretty much ready for things to just be quiet and NORMAL and HOSPITAL, DOCTOR FREE.  
I was playing Wii sports with Blake this afternoon, our new favorite past time since it is one million degrees outside.  I had told him we were done because we had to drive daddy to physical therapy.  I thought (my mistake) that he actually listened and stopped playing.  I know, you're laughing at me being so naive right??  I bent down in front of where he was on the couch to pick something up off the floor and as my face was lifting up his hand was throwing forward and, WHAM, smacked in the orbital bone with a Wii remote.  Can you say, OUCH??!  Hands immediately cupped to face.  In horrible pain.  Then realized I was gushing blood.  YEA!  We cleaned up, put a bandaid on it and I  drove down the highway to take Brad to rehab, driving with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand holding an ice pack to my face.  Brad, my in house doctor, assured me no stitches, but I could feel the pain and looked at the open wound on my face and decided to consult the trainer at the gym.  He said, "I think that might be a three stitcher."  So, after rehab, I got Brad and the boys settled with food at McDonald's so they could keep occupied on the playground and I went next door to CareNow to get stitched up.  It's not fun until someone gets hurt...or something like that.  I told Brad, we are quite the family.  Walking out of McDonalds, with his giant brace and crutches and me with my bandaged face.  Ridiculous.  So, that my friends is how my four year old totally abused his momma.  
I'm totally accepting wine donations.