Sunday - Chris left on a fishing trip
Monday - Mom called me at work on my lunch break to let me know that Heath was running fever. I took off the rest of the day and took him to the doctor. Ear infection - amoxicillin. Terrible night that night, poor baby ran fever and cried all night.
Tuesday - Sent the boys out to Mom's and went to work (after NO sleep). Heath still ran fever all day. I got a call from Mom to let me know that she was "Sinking." She claimed that Hunter and Kali were destroying her house and Heath just wanted to be held. Chris returned that evening. I ended up taking Heath to the ER because his fever was not breaking. Tylenol/Motrin every two hours wasn't doing the job. They said to keep doing what I was doing and give the antibiotics time to work. If he is still running fever in the morning, come back.
Wednesday - Poor Heath is still running fever. Call the Pediatrician's office. Get an appointment for Thursday, but I get told the same thing over the phone, "Give the antibiotics time to work." Wednesday night, Heath's fever finally came down to 99/100. What a relief!
Thursday - I called and canceled the pediatrician appointment, since the fever broke. On my way to pick up the boys after I got off of work, Mom called. Heath is fine...Hunter is now running fever. At this point, my wonderful baby sitter QUIT. She let me know that she was not going to keep another sick baby this week (I guess Heath really took it out of her). After I got the boys home, and Hunter dosed on Tylenol, I left them with Chris and I went and made out lesson plans for Friday.
Friday- I took the day off so I could stay at home with my sick babies, and neither one of them acted sick. I made an appointment with the local clinic, just in case. Right before I took Hunter to the clinic, I was changing diapers and noticed a rash on Heath. I just loaded him up and took him, too. Hunter ended up with ear infections, too, and the doc put him on antibiotics. Heath, the doc determined, is allergic to Amoxicillin, thus the rash. Friday night, Hunter ran fever again, no sleep for the weary.
Saturday - Haircuts all around. See the post below.
Sunday - Made it to church...didn't even make it through the morning announcements before I had to take Heath out because he was throwing a FIT.
I'm exhausted and not quite ready for Monday, when we start all over again.
The first ten times...you think, "I could do this all day."
20-30 times, you start to feel the burn.
One baby after the other. If you take a break, it results in very loud screaming and shoving matches between the boys.
100-200 lifts later your arms now feel like jello...
...and you have to switch Daddy and go get the camera. The camera is now feeling very heavy.
It talks about everything from how many shots I received each day, all the way through to the little Monkeys birthday party.
The inscription says:
It was so emotional, looking back and reading some of the post. Remember the sonogram pictures?
The best part, is that I kept up with my blog much better than I did their baby books. It looks like a year book...that started WAY before kindergarten.
He did not like being restrained, since he is usually running 900 mph. Janie had to work hard, there was a lot of hair to cut and a very wiggly kid underneath.
The finished product. I think shorter hair really makes his face look fat. He looks like me, I had a really fat face. He doesn't look like a baby any more, he looks like a little boy (or as Daddy would say, he doesn't look like a girl any more.). Such a cutie.
I didn't get a good "before" picture of Heath in the chair, so this one really shows the hair that we were dealing with. Kinda shaggy.
Heath has the most beautiful curls in the back, so I wouldn't let her cut them. I promise, we will cut them before he starts looking like he has too much of a mullet. Heath sat very still and it only took a few minutes to cut his hair. He doesn't have near as much hair as Hunter. Heath was fascinated with all that was going on.
The finished product. Isn't he handsome! I don't think it looks like a mullet. I love the curls and I am afraid that if we cut them, they won't come back, so I need to hang on to them just a little bit longer.
Handsome little cuties!
That wagon is not even close to sturdy and will tip over if you throw a ball at it.
Heath is usually my climber, and once he saw his brother do this, the fight was on.
Now, we don't go into the playroom without one of them climbing into the wagon. I have moved it to the middle so when they do fall they just hit the mat.
They are both completely fearless.
To see more of these little cowboys, head on over to Keva Dawn Photography and check out her amazing talent.
What about this? I don't eat tomatoes, therefore, I don't buy tomatoes. So, imagine my surprise when Mom fed them cherry tomatoes and they both (including my picky eater, Heath) love them.
I guess the times, they are a changing.
It has tons of windows, which can sometimes make it hot, but we plan on getting a window unit A/C. Hope that works.
It's right off of the kitchen, and the boys love to play in there while I am fixing supper. Plus, it gets them out from under my feet.
The best part...they love it! It still needs some work, but I really think it will make my life a little more organized.
...than fresh clean babies...
...in fresh and clean pajamas.
