Rowen Is Sick!

Rowen has been really sick for three days. He has a viral infection in his throat and has had scary-high fevers (104!) Rowen is normally such a busy baby, he cannot hold still usually. But yesterday it was like carrying around a warm sack of flour! It was so sad, he couldn't even sit up without slumping over! The Dr. said that this infection is going around and she had seen 12 kids that day with the same thing. The sad thing is I had taken Ro into his Dr.s office for an allergy consult about 5 days earlier, and I am almost positive that is how he picked up this awful bug! I just love taking my kids in for a well child visit and having them come out sick! He hasn't been eating or drinking well because his throat hurts so bad, and has lost weight yet again! My poor baby will be lucky if he weighs 18 lbs by the time he is 1! He is not even on the charts for weight right now. The good news is that he is going to have some allergy testing done this coming week, and then hopefully we can introduce some new foods into his diet. I just wish I could give him some big chunks of cheese to help fatten him up!


Ro has been pulling up to stand for about a month, but I finally took some pictures of it.

Makaylee's First "Pet"

Makaylee was playing outside at my Grandmas house the other day and found a snail. I thought it was dead. It was all sucked up into it's shell, and I was horrified that Makaylee insisted on touching it. Terry got her a glass of water to put the snail in, and I guess it rehydrated it or something because it came out of it's shell and started moving. Makaylee was fascinated with it and spent the rest of the evening playing with it. Eww. When it was time to go Makaylee looked up at me with a worried face and asked me what was going to happen to the snail. I said "It's going to stay here in Grandmas garden."

My mom and grandma whipped their heads around so fast and looked at me like I was the meanest person they had ever met. It startled me and I said "What?"

My mom said "Aren't you going to let her keep it?"

I said "Mom, would YOU have let ME bring a snail into the house when I was 4?"

She said "Of Course!" (Really, she wouldn't have!) But before I could argue my point, my grandma was getting a huge pickle jar and cutting some holes in the top for the snails cage. Makaylee was so excited, she picked some leaves and put them in the jar for the snail to eat. On the way home she named the snail "Riley" (a ridiculously cute name for such an ugly bug!) She put the seat belt on the jar, and talked to it all the way home.

When we got home she said "Mommy, is Riley my pet?"

"If bugs can be pets, then I guess it is."

This wasn't the answer she wanted, so she asked again. I said "Makaylee, can bugs be pets?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, then I guess Riley is your pet."

The next day she ran around to all her friends in the circle to show them her pet. She really is taking good care of it, and here's the thing, she REALLY does love that bug just like a pet! And, blame it on the cute name, but the snail is growing on me a little bit too. I have found myself saying "Be careful with Riley!" Does anyone know how long a snail lives? I am a little worried about what Makaylee will do when it dies!

Not the Mommy!

Not the Mommy!
I don't want to be the mommy today.

I want to be the baby.
All I would have to do is open my mouth, and people would feed me.
When I was feeling tired, I would be laid in a soft comfy bed.
I would do something simple like pull-up-to-stand, and people would clap.
If I ever fell or got stuck, someone would always be there to save me.

I want to be the little girl.
The world would seem magical, and would revolve around me.
I would be praised for coloring rainbows and counting to 30.
If I was hungry, a meal would be served to me.
If things got to hard, or if I was scared of the dark, someone would always help me.

I want to be the daddy.
I would get ready for work in the morning while the house was still silent.
I would talk to adults all day long and no one would cry or barf on me.
I would go to lunch with my coworkers, and laugh about stuff that really is funny.
If my day got too stressful, I could walk away and take a candy bar break.

I am the Mommy.
I am the arms that rock the baby.
The steady hands that keep my kids safe.
The clapping hands that praise them.
(The scrubbing hands that clean the barf off the upholstery in the brand-new-car.)
The face that gets endless slobbery kisses,
And the heart that swells as fast as my children grow.

FYI

I was glad to find this out, I was afraid my frequent usage of the word"barf" would have triggered a PG! He he he