Sick. Again.

W and I just returned from yet another trip to the ER. Good thing we live so close to the hospital! The poor guy's temperature went up from 102.7 to 103.3 (and rising) while we were in the E.R. He was a little furnace. The doctor was really nice and we were only there for about 1 1/2 hours so no complaints here. He has strep and a slight ear infection. After they pumped him with both Tylenol and Motrin and prescribed some antibiotics...we went home and he started to pick up a little.

Geoff literally arrived home from a trip and I left him with J for the ER. The boys are rarely apart....so when I started backing up the van W yelled "Mommy, we forgot Jack!" =)

Please pray for our immune systems. Geoff always said when I was pregnant that he hoped "the boys would get Andrea's hair and my immune system" but I don't think it worked out that way.

Magic Capes!

W in his blanket cape:

J in his cape:

Yesterday J and W ran around with their blanket "capes" on. They are so funny...they run around giggling and then bump into each other. They must feel the extra padding with the capes and take advantage...

It's a New Record--14.5 Hours Folks!

I woke up this morning when I heard the boy's door slam shut. W came in saying "change my diaper" right on schedule. 0600. He had a temperature of 102.7 last night right before bed so I was so thankful he made it through the night. I didn't hear or see J so I knew he was going to sleep a little longer. This doesn't happen often but occasionally he will get in a good hour of sleep after W gets up.

I put them to bed a little after 7 p.m. last night because they took a wimpy nap Thursday and no nap Tuesday and Wednesday. So I expected to see J's smiling face around 7 a.m. (12 hours of sleep for them is a rarity but that is their maximum threshold) When I didn't see him...I went in to make sure he was OK. This is what I saw:

Hmmm...I guess he was getting up...then decided to sleep a little bit longer...right.on.the.floor.

I still didn't see him at 8 a.m. (gasp!)...so I checked on him again:

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........

And when 9 a.m. came and went....I couldn't believe it. At 9:30 I peaked in and saw J just sitting on the floor with a grin.

W had already been up for 3 1/2 hours at this point! It was nice to spend some one-on-one time with him - I don't get to do that very often so it was a special morning.

Grammygranpa.

Mark and Jan (a.k.a "grammygranpa") came for a visit this past weekend. There was lots of hide and seek, tent building, reading books, and puzzle-making going on. The boys really like puzzles and they keep surprising me how well they can do them. We took a trip to the Air Armament Museum and out to lunch at Panera Bread. Then I drug Jan with me all over town looking for a certain pre-paid phone since mine is broken.

Puzzle-time:

Inside the tent...can you spot J?

Trying to run from Grandpa at the museum:

Mark and J in front of the O-2 he flew in N. Vietnam:

W throwing his penny in the tornado:

Geoff and J being "found" during hide and seek:

Mark and W doing the "seeking":

I tried to be adventurous with my cooking and make two new recipes while they were here. They were both just ok. One recipe was for Singapore Noodles. My favorite dish is Singapore Street Noodles at PF Changs and this recipe was supposed to taste like it. It was definetly not the same....but I will keep trying to reproduce it. We never live close to a PF Changs so I have to get my "fix".

Geoff also took Mark and Jan and the boys to rent a canoe to paddle around nearby one day as well. I was running but it sounds like they had fun. The weather was glorious!

Sleeping......

The.house.is.quiet. I can't believe it. The boys haven't napped for two days straight and I was getting worried. It took them awhile to fall asleep today. And they were very busy little boys both Tues and Wed during their "naptime".

On Tuesday, they discovered the gigantic storage container underneath J's crib (you know the large flat containers that slide under a bed and can open on both ends). And pulled it out. And managed to dump all contents (which were their 6-12 month clothes all organized and neatly folded) and (I have no idea how-I guess teamwork?) got that container up into J's crib. And when I found him, he was standing on it swinging the framed pictures that are above his crib.

I refuse to take those pictures down. I had Geoff hang them as high as he could without looking funny bc that is the only decoration left in their room. The closets are locked. There is nothing on the dresser. Just cribs, mattresses, a wooden airplane, and a large upholstered rocking chair. Nothing else.

On Wednesday I heard a loud crash and found the large upholstered rocking chair knocked over onto it's back with J hanging off the top of it laughing. And the air purifier knocked over. Seriously. Their room is going to end up with just walls, and maybe two mattresses on the floor.

Speaking of mattresses, I need some suggestions for their next bed. We are probably going to use Geoff and Matt's old bunk bed set eventually...but I don't believe the boys can use bunk beds until they are around five. Sooo.....do you think we should get toddler beds until then? The mattress on the floor will not work. I am pretty certain they would never sleep if we did that. Let me know if you have any suggestions!

Grandma

Grandma Flynn came down for a few days to offer some help when the boys were recovering from the hospital stay. She helped with breathing treatments:

She bought us a mega-helicopter for the backyard:

Just kidding.

But we did see some cool planes and helicopters at a local museum.

W playing soldier.

And she did loads of laundry...made very yummy chili...read a gazillion books to the boys, an took care of all of the other stuff I pretty much let-go on a regular basis. Thanks mom!

And we were all surprised to see Geoff walk through the door unexpectedly a day early!

Here is J enjoying hanging out with his daddy:

TrUcKs

I picked the boys up from MDO early today. This is what W had to say as we were leaving.

Me: "Say thank you and bye bye to your friends (and teachers)."

W (yelling): "Bye Bye trucks. Bye boat."

I guess we know where his priorities are. Trucks man. It's all about the trucks. Here are some pictures of him and J playing with their trucks in the dirt. The dirt is our yard. I knew there had to be an advantage to not having any grass.

(Please folks, I know you are DYING to know who did our landscaping...but we will keep it a secret...)
Kachow!

W jumping with excitement over his truck in the dirt:

Still jumping....

I asked W to squat next to his truck and smile.

Take #1:

Take #2:

Here is W acting crazy before bed (i know-totally random picture in the midst of the trucks-theme):

Let's not forget about J. Here he is and please enjoy a picture replay of him asking/begging for a shovel.

J:

Hey J...

Stopping to watch a plane fly overhead.

Bear stealing the shot.

"MommMEEE....my shovel!"

"MoMEEE....shovel!"

It's right over here.

Do I have to do everything myself?

Back to the drawing board. MOM MEE. Shovel please.

Seriously. Mommy. Put. the. camera. down. Focus. I.need.my.shovel.