Tuesday, January 27, 2009
The morning started off normal. I went for a run and came home just as Joe as about ready to leave. After a quick breakfast with my boys, I decided to do my pilates workout. When that was over and the boys were STILL playing nicely together I snuck up to the kitchen to get some things done. By 11:00 AM I had made a lasagna that was ready to be baked for dinner, prepared FHE treats (PB bar cookies with PB and chocolate frosting...mmmm!) and done all of the dishes! And the boys were STILL playing together. I went to check it out to see what was causing all of the giggling, I was suspicious by this point!
Sam had pulled the mattress from his old toddler bed (we just got bunkbeds and so now he's on a regular mattress) out of the closet. He had put it in his doorway at the end of the hallway. They piled all the blankets and pillows that they could find on top of it and were running from the end of the hallway and diving. A bit of mess but all very harmless and they were having such a good time...TOGETHER! It gave me hope that they can actually be in the same room for more than a minute without annoying eachother!
I love being a mom and I love these little monsters so much! I wouldn't trade anything in the world for my happy little family. I need to document moments like that because sometimes we need a reminder, right?
Monday, January 26, 2009
For example, he was describing to his G&G Lodge on the webcam yesterday how he felt about going to Sunbeams for the first time. He said that he was "rather nervous" and Grandpa about fell off his chair he looked so surprised to hear such a grown up statement.
Or, another favorite is when he refers to Andrew as "adorable"
Monday, January 12, 2009
So, here's to new friends, callings, leaders, everything!
Joe's just hoping the he ends up back in nursery, his 2 months in the Elder's Quorum presidency was apparently long enough, he missed the toys and snacktime!
Monday, January 5, 2009
He was so nervous once we had him dressed in the little hospital gown (puppy in hand, thank goodness they let him take that with him!) and he watched as the little boy ahead of him was led down the hallway, away from his parents. But, miraculously, when it was his turn he went with them just as easily. I was picturing a scene that involved them carrying him away kicking and screaming, literally, but he surprised me! What a brave boy! The surgery went fine (of course) and we eventually went to the recovery room as he was waking up. He was miserable and disoriented. We'd been there several hours and I was starving, that combined with the hospital smells and seeing my little boy in pain, well, I passed out. Almost. I was sitting in a chair so I'm not completely sure, if I was completely gone or not. But, they brought me a stretcher and made me lay down and breath through an oxygen mask. Talk about HUMILIATING!!!
Sam did remarkably well drinking his juice and they let us go pretty soon. That day and the next went just as I thought they would. He was fine, a little grumpy and didn't like to eat or drink, but nothing unexepected. The next morning I realized that he was looking a little....shall we say....stoned. He was still on the prescription meds (doctors orders!) but he looked awful. It was like someone had taken over my little boys body and it really scared me. So we decided to ease him off those on to Tylenol. That's when the misery started, I swear he was going through some sort of withdrawals. He was grumpy like I'd never seen, refused to eat or drink anything and wasn't sleeping. Luckily, I can report that today, day 7, is marginally better. Joe's back to work, we are back to our old routine and I'm starting to see glimpses of the old Sam returning.
I guess that I should have prepared myself better, of course surgery wasn't going to be easy for a 3-year-old!