Monday, November 24, 2008

Back to Normal

Things are finally starting to return to normal around here. As normal as things ever get, anyway. For those that may not know, Grayson spent four days in the hospital the week before Thanksgiving. There are no words to adequately express the amount of stress that can put on a mom. He had a bout with viral pneumonia, but appears to be on the upswing now. Mind you, I have not allowed him to leave the house, sans a couple of hours on Thanksgiving, since we got home a week ago Sunday. Cautious? Yes. Overprotective? Maybe.

Bless his heart, he had to spend three of the four days he was there confined to an oxygen tent. Not fun for an active 13 month old. Not too fun for his momma either.

We, of course, had to document this fiasco for posterity...
Grayson in a hospital gown in the tent, just chilling.
Me in the tent with him. Oh, the things we'll do for our kids...
He obviously never lost his sense of humor. He gets that from me.

Sunday, November 23, 2008


My first blog meme!! That's just a survey for all you myspace peeps. How exciting! By the way, I will be posting about our stressful week later, when I can once again complete a sentence.

Tagged by Julie

The rules? Answer the following questions in one word and then pass it on to seven others.

Where is your cell phone? kitchen
Where is your significant other? asleep
Your hair color? brown
Your mother? good
Your father? loved
Your favorite thing? kids
Your dream last night? none
Your dream/goal? happiness
The room you’re in? den
Your hobby? scrapbooking
Your fear? mice
Where do you want to be in 6 years? here
Where were you last night? hospital
What you’re not? energetic
One of your wish-list items? money
Where you grew up? here
Last thing you did? type
What are you wearing? clothes
Your TV? on
Your pet? outside
Your computer? laptop

Your mood? exhausted

Missing someone? nope

Your car? Freestyle
Something you’re not wearing? socks
Favorite store? TJMaxx
Your summer? hot
Love someone? several
Your favorite color? blue
When is the last time you laughed? today
Last time you cried? yesterday

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The "Iwannas"

So, my daughter has a serious case of the "Iwannas". As in, every toy commercial that comes on television, she says "I want that". I'm thisclose to banning Nickelodeon in our house until after the holidays.

Am I the only one going through this? I realize, of course, that is the point of advertising toys on Nick. Toy manufacturers want kids to see their commercials and beg, and I do mean beg, their parents to buy them. Or ask Santa for them. And naturally, Abby falls for it every time. Darn that 4 year old mentality!

What's even worse is that our Christmas list has been finalized for weeks. I've already bought everything the kids are getting, so the gameplan cannot change now. The play's been called and the ball's been snapped. My Christmas shopping is D-O-N-E, done. She can't be changing her mind this late in the game.

I've been trying to steer her back on course everytime I hear rustlings of discontentment. So far it's working. I think. Who can really tell? Darn that 4 year old mentality!

Thursday, November 13, 2008


In case you've ever wondered what pure bliss for a one year old is, here you go...

And yes, for the record, all of those toys are his sister's. And no, she did not know he was playing with them.

Do they have to grow up?

Yeah, yeah I know they do. But, wouldn't it be great if you could tag on a few years to the baby stage and take away a few from the teenage years? I soooooo dread the teenage years. I mean really really dread them. Basically, now that I think about it, I dread ages 5 and up. Pretty much, I never want them to leave the house and be out of my sight for longer than, oh say, an hour or so. How's that for an overprotective parent?

But seriously, I've commented on the adorable face Grayson makes when he's sleepy. To recap, he grabs his blankie, holds it to his face, gets this faraway look in his eyes, and does his mouth like he's taking a bottle. Much like this...
Now, doesn't that make you forget that the economy is in shambles? That the world is headed south pretty quick? Doesn't it make you want to snuggle up with him and listen to his sweet baby breath while he sleeps? Here it is again...
You know, it's rainy and foggy out, and we are still in our pajamas. I think I will go snuggle up with him and listen to his sweet baby breath.

Friday, November 7, 2008

A Conversation between Father and Daughter

A conversation between Burge and Abby this evening:

Burge: "Who are you talking to?"

Abby: "China" (one of Abby's imaginary friends)

Burge: "That was a funny joke she just told me."

Abby: "I didn't say anything."

Burge: "China told me a funny joke."

Abby: "Dad, she's not real."

Laughter from Burge.

Abby: "Snap it out!"

Oh, how I thought that phrase had died. So glad she resurrected it tonight.