sick babies

Jesus Christ there is nothing worse than having a sick baby.

Little man Jake has this horrible cold/fever/flu thing and is just absolutely miserable. His main symptom is this cough that sounds like it starts in his intestines, gathers strength through his stomach only to realize it's full barking glory as it hits his chest. It's kept him up both last night and the night before and is racking his poor little body. Yesterday, he coughed so hard at breakfast that he threw up an entire banana on me.

However, I wouldn't really be honest if I didn't admit that as bad as I feel for the little man, he is also driving me absolutely 100% nuts. The constant whining and hacking and needing to be held is kind of killing me, especially at 3 in the morning. And I'm kind of pissed at him for being sick on a Thursday, which is the day I usually do my music program at the daycare center in the morning and then get the afternoon to myself. He's really infringing on my "me" time, if you know what I mean.

Yes, I do feel bad and selfish for feeling this way, but what can you do? If you want selfless, read Mother Theresa's blog.

A moment in the head of a 3 year old.

Wow. I mean, I suppose it didn't help that we had crystal meth burritos for dinner, but still....

Showing them how it's done

Sometimes it takes a child to really show you how to get it done.

For instance I present Jakey at the museum:





And rocking it at the coloring table:

Stand aside, children...

Or Grahambo, demonstrating the true meaning of taking it easy:

He just had 7 PBRs.

Blog resolution

So, I know I got pretty lazy with the blog at the end of last year, but what can you do? To me, it seemed like I kept writing the same post over and over again - i.e. My children are adorable and wonderful, love them. I worried it was getting dull, but after a couple conversations it seems that that's what the people want. Far be it from me to argue, so I will keep pumping out the pictures and anecdotes at least once a week, trapped in a creative prison of my own making. I finally understand what the Beatles felt.

Anywho, here's the cuteness:

Jakey is talking to the man in the mirror and just might be asking him to change his ways.






And now he's walkin', yes indeed. And talkin', about... well, probably cheerios.





A little fun at the grocery store -

Baby, you can drive my car.

And finally, the swimsuit competition:

Let's get physical

Yesterday we hit the doctor up for Graham's 3 year physical and I gotta tell you, the resilience of youth never ceases to amaze me.

To recap, we started here -

We were scared out of our minds that Grahambo would even make it to a point where he could feed himself, never mind become a flamboyantly dressed telephone cowboy.

Game. Set. Match.

But he did it and then some. 

I couldn't help but think about all of this yesterday as I watched my big man patiently sit in an examination room, get a flu shot, take an eye test and willingly let a stranger put headphones on him so he could ace a hearing exam. 

Good work evolution.

Happy birthday to my big guy

Today is Grahambo's 3rd birthday!

You've completely changed my life, little man, and I love you more than you will ever know.