Thursday, February 26, 2009

He makes me laugh

I introduced Bear to lunchables the other day. I hated doing it, it is not far from eating fast food, but it was a meal he could eat in the car. I showed him the different kinds and even let him choose between ham and turkey. He chose his "wunchable" and we started walking down the aisle. I turned around to ask him to hurry up. Before I got a word out I caught the tail end of a conversation I wish that I had caught the beginning of.
He was holding his lunchable like it was gold and had his face about 3 inches from it.
"Now don't you worry cookies. We are going to be in the car in a minute and I am going to eat you up! Meat, cheese and crackers, I will eat you too. But I would like to eat the cookies first."

Then later in the car, he was showing me trucks that looked like Mack, the semi from Cars. After a while of not hearing anything from the back seat, I saw a truck that was red.
"Hey look! There is Mack!"
The very witty response from the backseat:
"That's no Mack! That's a Peterbuilt!"
I just about died laughing. Now if you have not seen the movie Cars, you won't get it. But if you have a kid under the age of 12, you probably know what I am talking about.

And the potty training thing is going awesome! He has not had an accident in a few days. Going through the night and through naptime dry. I am so glad that I waited. He just took right to it and is having no problems.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Jungle Playland

Yes it was that scary. You go like 60 miles per hour on that slide:

Aunt K demonstrating the zipline for Bear:

A day at the park.

This was before the stomach bug hit us

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Ok, I was horribly wrong about round one being over.

I spoke too soon, I jinxed myself. Thursday I was praying all day for Noah to go potty. The last wet diaper I remember was on Wed. Friday morning we woke up and I took him to the Urgent Care clinic. I told them what was going on and they said to go straight to the ER. They were going to have to give him an IV and catheterize him. (is that even a word?)
My heart sunk. I felt sick. I would of done anything to stop him from going through that. With this feeling of dread, I drove him across town to the ER. They checked them both in. Gave them both little gowns to wear. I had knots in my stomach. The Dr finally came in and told me what I knew was coming. An IV. But we would wait on the catheter. Thankfully my mom was with me and held Bug so that I could give him my full attention while they gave him the IV. They were good at it though, they wrapped him up in his blanket so that he could not get his other arm free. And we stuck the TV right in his face to try and distract him. He took it like a champ and only cried while they took blood and got it situatued in his arm. He was so dehydrated that he took a bag and a half of fluid before he peed. He laid there for over 4 hours. Everytime I asked him if he had to pee, he told me he wasn't ready yet. The Dr came in and said that we were going to have to catheretize. We got up and took a couple laps around the ER and even tried sticking his hand in warm water. He finally peed. After I made the "psssssss" sound I normally make when he pottys on the toilet. I was so happy I almost cried.
He is doing a lot better. He hasn't gotten sick since yesterday. He actually ate breakfast today. And asked if he could go potty on the toilet. YAY!
She is on the road to recovery too. Only a few incidents today.
And inspite of all of this, she has learned to crawl finally over the last couple days. She had the hands down. She could crawl with her hands, but she would crawl out until she was laying flat. Couldn't figure out how to move her legs. She would get up on her hands and feet and try crawling that way. Which is really funny. But she has finally figured out how important those knees are. Now I am not saying she is fast by any means. Each-and-every-movement-is-very-methodical-and-thought-out. With a very serious look on her face the entire time. Very much the opposite of her carefree big brother.

And last night for the first time in six days, I was not awoken by the sounds of wretching or a diaper being filled. Hallelujah!