Bitten by the Crochet Bug

I’ve been bitten by the crochet bug, hard. I found a pattern for the cutest handbag online. My head is flooded with ideas for it. I tried to start it last night, but I think sleep deprivation had taken it’s toll on me, and my fingers weren’t cooperating with me. I’ll try again tonight…..maybe.

Omar had his Arts & Academics Expo last week. What a great night that is. I love going to look at all the neat things the kids come up with. And Omar was SO proud. As well he should be, he did a great job.

Nolan’s love of Justin Bieber is in full force. He’s constantly singing, “baby baby baby”. He was watching the music video last night, so now’s he added dancing along with the singing. Nick told him the other night to stop singing, but I said I don’t think he even knows he’s doing it. It just comes out without thinking. I spoke to him on the phone a little while ago and asked if he was singing for grandma. He said grandma told him to stop singing too. I think he needs to learn a new song.

We had an appointment with the ENT Doctor on Monday. She scheduled Easton’s ear tube surgery for Monday the 9^th. I pray that this will give him some pain relief! His last round of anti-biotics were taken last Friday. When I asked the dr. on Monday how his ears looked, she said they looked ok. But…….I really do NOT have a good feeling. The past 2 nights have been pretty bad. And last night he rubbed his ear so hard, and screamed for about an hour before I finally calmed him down to fall asleep. I’m not sure if I bring him in, or just wait it out until the 9^th? I guess we’ll see what tonight brings and go from there. 

Infection #4

I brought Easton back to the Dr. on Friday afternoon in fear of another ear infection. I was right. Both ears are infected again! Poor baby. He has an appointment with an ENT doctor in two weeks to talk about tubes. I've realized now why we haven't gotten into a good sleep pattern. Just when we seem to get to one, he develops another infection. He has about 1 good week between infections. This has been going on for almost 3 months now. So, I pray for some sort of resolution. And he HATES the medicine they prescribe. It's torture every night getting him to take it. I tried sneaking it into a spoon of food the other night. He figured that out and then refused to eat anything else. If only I could explain that it's helping him feel better.

Omar is on spring break from school this week. What a beautiful week to be off. I wish I could be off work too and enjoy the weather with him.  We did take a couple long walks this weekend.  We reminisced about our walks this summer while I was still pregnant. Nolan said, "Yeah mom, when you were still pregnant you had a big fat belly, and after you weren't pregnant anymore you just had a little fat belly."  And Omar said, "and you walked so slow!!" I have to say, it's much more fun pushing the baby in the stroller! He loved it as well.

I've signed Omar up for baseball this summer. Nolan says he doesn't want to play t-ball, he wants to play big kid baseball. Unfortunately, he's not old enough. I'm going to sign him up anyway. I know he'll have fun once he's there. Then it will be one crazy summer. We will be at a baseball field Monday thru Thursday nights for about a month and a half.  And of course summer is Nick's busy time at work. Oh well, they'll have fun!

Omar had a really loose tooth. The boys told me that when they were supposed to be going to bed the other night, they tied a string to his tooth and something else and were trying to yank it out! They were laughing so hard they could barely talk. He pulled his tooth out yesterday morning.

Days Like This.

I really hate days like this, being a working mom and having a sick kid. Instead of taking the day to just relax and make him feel better, I also stress out about not being at work. Why should I feel guilty about staying home to take care of a sick boy?
My day started off ok. I got up at 4:30 with Easton. After I fed him I got rady myself. As I was fixing my hair Nolan came in and said he threw up in bed. Ok.I get that cleaned up. He says he feels fine, gets a drink, and is acting normal. So I think, ok it was a fluke. Then he pees his pants. I should have known something was wrong at this point, but I think I was trying to convince myself that I was going to work. We were just about to grandmas house when he threw up again. So, back home we came. And the vomiting continues. Poor guy.

Easton is standing against everything. I think we will have a very early walker. He turns as he's standing and tries to take a step.

I will acomplish all the laundry today!!!