Nothing Like a Couple of Sick Kiddos

I've neglected this little blog of mine and I don't even have an excuse, other than I've actually been busy lately.  And having some naps.  What can I say?  I'm a sucka for sleep.  And I really don't see that changing anytime soon.

Last week Ryder took a midnight trip to the ER with what we thought was an asthma attack.  Turned out to be croup, which we've never had before.  Happy to report he's doing much, much better and is back to his old self.  Here's a look at him at the hospital:

Hello ladies. 

I have it on good authority he was flirting the entire time he was there and that all the ladies loved him.  I think we're in trouble with this one. 

Saturday night Emmerson fell asleep in the chair and Zach took her upstairs to bed around 10:45.  All of a sudden he's yelling, "MOM!  MOM!  We're puking!!!"  And just like that, she's thrown up all over herself, and her bed.  We get her in the bath, the bedding stripped down and put her into our bed, with a puke bowl, and she does it again.  All over our bed.  Repeat the above steps.  Change sheets.  Repeat puking all over the bed.  The bath.  Changing the sheets.  Now, you may be thinking that we are not quick studies and that surely we could figure out something other than letting her puke in our bed.  Twice.  But no.  Needless to say, she did learn to actually hit the bowl and we stayed clean the rest of the night.  Which is a really good thing considering she was sick about every 15 minutes, until 5am.  While I sprung into action (I've got reflexes like a cat, even while pregnant.) every 15 minutes, the husband sawed logs on the couch.  The whole night.  She was fine about noonish on Sunday and as to date, no one has since been sick. 

In other news, Ryder has become obsessed with his Jayhawk jammies (no comments necessary about the game, folks.  We're fans.  Win or lose.) 

 

Typically he doesn't wear the ruby red slippers but they did add a little something special, don't you agree?  I won't let him wear the jammies, or the shoes, when we go out so he puts the jammies on as soon as we get home.  Thankfully this obsession does not include the shoes.  They were a one time gig for him.  I'm hoping his fashion sense gets a little more trendy the older he gets. 

And finally, we've acutally had some nice weather, after our snow storm on Saturday.  So here are some pictures of the kiddos playing outside yesterday.  Enjoy!

 

Note Emmerson's fashion statement with the boots.  Sassy.

It's 12:15am

It's 12:15am and Zach is at the hospital with Ryder Grey who woke up having an asthma attack.  Tried to get it under control here which clearly didn't happen, hence the trip to the ER.  That damn RSV when he was only a month and a half old really jacked up his little lungs.  My poor little dude.  Here's to getting it under control ASAP at the hospital.

Nothing Says Party Like Elmo

I am happy to report that Grey Day was feeling much better by Saturday.  The great news is Zach stayed out of trouble because of his quick recovery.  I was prepared to welcome him home with a karate chop but it turned out unnecessary.  I'm sure he has no idea how lucky he is. 

Since everyone was healthy as a horse on Saturday, we had a rockin' morning at Sesame Street Live.  And I'd like to let you all know those people are EVIL.  Sesame Street crap EVERYWHERE.  Overpriced Sesame Street crap, at that.  The $15 ballerina doll, that I refused to buy, sent Emmerson (aka Cheech) into orbit which was especially fun to deal with.  Her brother, Ryder Grey (aka Chong) is every bit boy and thought it was more fun to try to run away from me than to watch the show.  His shining moment?  Refusing to share the ginormous popcorn we got with anyone and SCREAMING when anyone tried to get their hands in there.  Such a little shit.  All the while, Caitlin sat there like a big girl, watching the show, never begging or melting down for anything.  I'm certain my children are a direct reflection of the child my husband was. 

Before the show.  When I thought things were going to be easy.

Aimee & Caitlin (Who's behavior was ridiculously perfect.  Show-off.)

My Rockin' Friday.

When I woke up this morning I was certain this Friday was totally going to kick ass.  I made my grocery list last night so we could drop Aidan off at school and get our weekly grocery store trip out of the way first thing.  I was prepared.  So that's what we did.  Dropped off Aidan, went to the store.  And the rest of the morning was good.  The weather was even nice enough that I opened up the house.  Hello spring.  Welcome back. 

It was right before lunch that our day took a turn.  It had to do with Ryder's diaper.  And what was in it.  I'll put it this way - It had to hurt him since it hurt my nose.  It was the beginning of the end for us.  About 8 more of those diapers followed, as well as an incident that involved curdled milk on the bathroom floor.  I still haven't been able to get the puke smell out of the bathroom.  It's horrible.  What does it take? 

Have I mentioned that Zach conveniently took Aidan to a wrestling tournament.  Out of town.  So here I am, praying that Em and I don't get this.  And that Ryder will sleep through the night.  And wake up feeling fine.  I mean, we have tickets to see Seseame Street Live tomorrow.  Who wants to miss that, right? 

Want to Know What I Did Last Night?

2:41am:  Wake up to Ryder yelling, "MamAAAA!  I need chuuuu."
2:43am:  Wonder why the boy who was sleeping through the night is on night 2 of waking up at this time.
2:44am:  Ryder yells, "MaMAAAAAAAAAA!  I need chuuu."
2:44am:  Get out of bed and head to the bathroom because, of course, now I have to pee.  Immediately.  Emergency.
2:45am:  I'm not moving fast enough.  Ryder yells that he needs mikly.
2:45am:  Head to the kitchen to get said milk.  Whatever it takes to get him back to sleep.  You want some candy?  Have it kid.  Just go back to sleep.
2:46am:  Milk delivery.  Peek in Emmerson's room to make sure she's gone to bed.  Find this:

Take about 10 deep breaths and tell myself that if she wants to remove ALL of her clothes from her dresser she can pick them up in the morning. 

2:47am:  Ryder now wants to go downstairs.  I'm not amused.  Compromise by having a little rocky.  Tell myself it's aonther way to bond with my little man face.
2:51am:  Ryder says, "I go sleep mama."  THANK GOD!!!
2:51am:  Back in bed.  Oddly enough, feel wide awake.  Wonder if this is a joke. 
2:55am:  Husband is snoring peacefully beside me.  I find this rather annoying.
2:56am:  Nudge husband.  Maybe if he stops snoring I'll go back to sleep.
2:59am:  Still wide awake.  Thinking that perhaps I will have a nap tomorrow since I'm clearly not getting enough sleep.  Why should I give up these naps anyhow? 
3:04am:  Start a checklist in head of things to get done around the house.  On the list so far:  clean flower beds, wanescoating in baby's room, 2 new twin beds for Cheech & Chong, new shoes for the boys and figure out a way to get kids to SLEEP.
3:07am:  Mind wanders back to Ememrson and why in the hell she just.  won't.  go.  to.  sleep.  What have I ever done to her?  Wonder why she clearly hates me.  I mean, she's only 3.  What in the hell has been so rough in her life?  Not enough My Little Pony's or what?
3:11am:  Look at clock and instantly feel pissed that I'm still awake.  Husband is still snoring.  Ryder is back to sleep.  I'm still awake.  This sucks.
3:15am:  Puppy starts scratching in kennel.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME???  Shut up puppy.  Or you'll sleep outside tomorrow.
3:18am:  Puppy finally shuts up.  Guess who's still awake?  Yeah, me.
3:25am:  Starting to feel sleepy again.  Yippee!  I might be able to go back to sleep.  Begin to beg for sleep...
4am:  Zach's alarm goes off.  He has a 5:30 flight to catch.  He turns it off and keeps snoring.
4:10am:  Nudge Zach and tell him he better get up or he'll miss the damn flight.
4:45am:  Kiss from hubby.  He's out.  Bet he sleeps on the plain.  Jackass.  Everyone sleeps but me.
7:15am:  Ryder is yelling, "MamAAAA!!!  I need chuuu!"  Wonder if I will ever get a full nights sleep again...already planning a nap for the day.

Wiening Myself off the Naps. It Ain't Easy.

So I'm on day 2 of no naps.  This is NOT as easy as one would think it should be.  Seriously.  I'm hopeful that after a week without my beloved naps that A.  My house will be rockin' clean and B.  I'll be able to stay up later than 8pm.  These are my hopes.  I figure if I'm going to give them up then at least I'll be productive again.  You know, doing things like laundry, cleaning floors, finishing the painting I started about a month ago and never got back to.  Those things that I put off when I would much rather sleep.  You may think I'm joking but I'm pregnant, have 3 kids, 3 dogs and do consider sleeping a dear hobby of mine.  It's something I excel at.  But this week I am saying so long daily naps.  Hello productivity.

Emmerson has decided, again, that going to bed at night is for the birds.  Last night she came downstairs at 10:30, bright eyed and bushy tailed, telling me she couldn't sleep.  It's like a joke.  A bad one.  An annoying one.  Why hasn't she inherited my love of sleep?  She loves shoes as much as I do, why not the sleep?  What is wrong with that girl??? 

So I forgot to tell you all that when my husband and I went to the George concert we had dinner at the Old Mill Tasty Shop beforehand.  And we found some killer parking (for only $6 bucks.  SCORE!) right across the street from the Old Mill.  We get inside and he realizes he doesn't have his keys.  This is not unusual since he looks them in his truck about every 2 weeks but rather...a bit annoying.  I wait in line while he runs to check.  When he gets back I'm all like, "So, were they in there???"  He replies, "Well yes.  In the ignition.  And it was running."  WHAT THE????  "How in the hell did you get out of the truck and LEAVE IT RUNNING?"  And you know what he comes back with?  "How did YOU not notice?"  No answer for that one.  And that's not the point.  The point is, he did.