A blog a day

I'm trying really hard to do that thing... You know the one where you blog every day for a month? But today I'm not sure what to say...
So I will just say this... Today mg took us all out for breakfast! He works in politics so last night was a long one for him and he treated us to celebrate campaigns being over.



I had this. Bre asparagus ham omelet with Yukon potatoes! It was delish! And the company wasn't half bad either...


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Then and Now

Way back then in-San Gimignano-when I bought this tiny pink cup I had no idea that a tiny boy would one day sip from it every morning.


I had no clue if my tiny glass would even make it home from my trip from Italy in my clumsy care. And now ten years later not only have I managed to keep the tiny pink glass safe but-I have somehow by the grace of God-managed to keep two children safe as well...


Back then I would have laughed hysterically at the idea of me keeping children alive... But here I am... Now! A full blown momma living and breathing the job. Loving TWO boys... and loving that they are mine!
And I still enjoy that tiny pink glass (and all the fine memories the "then's" hold) as I watch tiny boy hands grasp it.
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Sick momma

So maybe what Henry had was a stomach ache... A bad one... One that oscillated between bad cramps,nausea, and extreme hunger(only when you feed the hunger your stomach gets angrier)?

That's what this lady has had all day... And yesterday... Uhg. And yuck. And bleh for good measure.

On a higher note Hank seems to be feeling slightly better...


Yay.
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Sick Henry

Henry you have been sick. It's a mystery illness that's only symptoms include a fever, sleeplessness and discomfort. Unlike your older brother,who when sick becomes docile and contended with anything and everything, you are surly,needy, and whiny. You require near constant holding and attention. I think this be my "sick gene" sorry.
It's been a long, long three days... Here's hoping and of course praying for a better tomorrow.
His mercies are new every morning! Hallelujah!


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The questions I ask every day...

Directed at the big One



#1. Are you naked?
#2. Are you eating crayons?
#3. What noise is that? A gun or a Dino?


#4. Why are you sitting on your brother? Added on every time "he is not an animal...don't ride him"


Directed at the small one
#1. Did you poop? Again?!? Really?!


#2. Why are you screaming?



#3. Would you please take that suckle suckle (pacifier) out of your mouth so I can understand you?


#4. Are you sure you really want that book again... For the 23rd time... Really?!?
#5. Why are you sitting on your brother? "Don't RIDE each-other!
Your NOT animals..."


Well... they only act like it sometimes.


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Little Animals/ Halloween

We did the whole trick or treat thing again this year. Owen opted for being a lion again. Grampy Mark did his face paint(lucky boy)! And he was the best little lion in the whole neighborhood!


His little lion face is just too sweet












Hank was a dragon! He loved it...for the first 45 min anyway...and was walking up to houses saying "say hi" over and over... Then we made the massive judgment error in letting him have a sucker... Apparently Henry may be sensitive to red dye...(who knew? He has never had anything dyed before I guess). By the end he was breathing fire and raging like the dragon he was dressed up like... He also didn't sleep all night and had tummy trouble. Poor kid.


At least we have these shining memories-pre-red sucker.

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House sitting,dog sitting,gramps sitting...

It's been two and a half weeks at my moms house in Dallas OR...in the country. And I wish I would have documented life here a little more diligently. Needless to say there have been several things that have happened that are worth documenting.



Dogs pooping in the room where mg and I sleep at 5am, Henry breaking one of each type of wine glass(where does the kid even find the things? The dish washer.) gramps needing constant heat adjustments to the thermostat. And just needing things in not used to providing. Frogs being captured and held in the sink all day for "their safety". Chickens and egg collecting... Really the list goes on and on. And it's not all bad! It's fun and hard and challenging... But it's mostly just different. And I am ready for my sameness to return.



I do enjoy the country life... I just miss my house... and my only having two other living things to be responsible for.



I am happy to be able to give my folks the opportunity to travel tho. Having a family member with Alzheimer's living in your home isn't easy and they deserve a break even if its only once a year... And even if it means dog poop and pee and fleas and all that business for me for a week or 2.5



Besides its worth it for the moments like this. When all the pieces fit together and everyone is finding joy in the task at hand.

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