Instead of going to bed

See what I did?!

But first, I had to download paint.net.

But to open that, I had to download a newer version of winzip.

AND THEN, I spent like -- 2 hours getting it that far. I'm not totally in love with it... but we're getting there.

I have a couple of blogs running around my head. Hopefully more this weekend. I think I saw some time rolling around... and I might be able to catch it on Saturday. *maybe*

I'm NOT an Octopus!!!

So, today I picked up Owen, first... then Caleb. It's usually the other way around. But, since Bible Study is closer to Caleb's daycare... I did the aforementioned.

As we're leaving daycare (I have the keys and Owen in my hands/arms), Caleb tries to hand me his completed school work. I informed him that my arms/hands were full. He should carry that and his jacket. (Mind you, this was TWO pieces of paper and his thin jacket) He informed me that he was, "NOT an OCTOPUS!!! I can't carry three, four, or more things!"

REALLY?! I had no idea. (As I struggled NOT to laugh out loud).

According to the four-year-old

He can now do whatever he wants.
He doesn't have to eat fruit gummy snacks.
He can boss around everyone.
He can wear flip-flops to bed.
He'll be five in a month.

In case you were wondering... none of those will actually be going on at our house. Eighteen is his new magic number for all of the above (save the last one).

Thanks, again, all of you!!! I know it was tough braving the cold. He had a blast (freezing fun - get it!) and loved his gifts. Thank you cards are now in the works... and half a cake to eat. I'm thinking I know some teachers who will eat cake.

Reminder

Caleb would just like to remind you about his party.
Tomorrow, 2 pm, Unidad Park (on College Hills).
We're riding on or in bikes. trikes, scooters, cars (like the Flintstones), skateboards, and strollers.
Hope to see you there!

Nothing Quite Like...

trying to leave the house at 6:45 am to get to daycare by 7 am... only to have Owen cough, cough, projectile puke all over me, himself, and his car seat. Fun!

So, I mopped up the floor, changed my outfit and his... gave each of us a quick, baby wipe bath (no time for real baths), dumped out and mopped up the car seat, and loaded us up for the day.

Thank goodness that his daycare lady and I are friends. I disassembled the car seat and threw it in her washer. I can just imagine the stench if I let it stew in my car during this "unseasonably" warm February day. Y U C K!

I really struggled with this post. I struggled with whether to even write it. I struggled with the title. So, here goes.

Awake.

Haunted.

Angels.

All of these describe my nights, as of late. I cannot get Tuesday or her family out of my mind. Why has this story stuck in me so deeply? I dream of her. I dream of her siblings and her mother. I picture talking to others about her. I wake from dreams of her and lay in bed for half an hour trying to get her out of my mind. I've almost stopped crying about her. This is only because of the abundance of posts I've researched about her. I almost wish I'd never read about her. But, there has to be a reason that she's at the front of my waking and unconscious mind. WHAT IS IT? WHY? Her mom wrote a beautiful post about a good sign after her life celebration. I finally smiled about it. The slide show done in September by their photographer makes me happy for those moments shared and treasured for their family. The outpouring of love shown by her mom's blogger-world/twin-mommy friends is unbelievable. She is at rest. She is no longer in pain. She is watching over her twin sister and family. She is with our Blessed Jesus. and yet... still I dream.

Sniffle, sniffle

but not 'cause I'm crying. Evidently my system needed that good cry to let loose with a tiny head cold. Oh, fun! So, my boys are healthy... and not the mama.

I took in both kids to see Dr. P on Tuesday. Caleb, 'cause he had a red, irritated eye that I just knew was from the soap in his eye... but wanted to check anyway. and Owen, cause I just knew that he had at least one ear infection.

Um, it's a good thing I'm not a doctor. Caleb had pinkeye (which is all cleared up), and Owen had nothing. He was absolutely perfect. Perfect lungs, nose, ears, everything. So, no explanation for his needing/wanting/demanding to be held all of the time.

So, I will rest - er... probably not so much - this weekend... and enjoy my babies. Hope you have a great weekend...

OH! and I don't have everyone's emails/mailing address... so, even if you didn't get an official invitation, please know that you are definitely invited to Caleb's soiree next Saturday... at the park. So. Yah. That about covers it.

I need to blog about my student teacher... but ... it's probably not the appropriate forum for that, just yet. Maybe I can talk in code about it. :0) More later, I think.

Crying

I've done it again. Have you done it?

I was reading someone's blog, it lead me to another someone's blog and then I ended up reading the blog that made me realize the love I have for my precious children so much more. To appreciate them as gifts from God even more than I already do. My heart just aches after reading the blog in question, and I have teared up often today. So, if you want to join in the tears... and maybe give of yourself, then read on. But, I warned you. Prepare a box of tissues and hold your children close.

I love my babies more than I ever thought was humanly possible... and couldn't bear...

working on it

I am feverishly working on Caleb's birthday invite. I've got it created... now just waiting on getting it printed. More to come.
Here it is: You like? If I can just get Office Depot online to work with me... we'll be in business!