Sick of Sick

Well just when we thought it couldn't get any worse it did. Baby Graham got SOMETHING, we just don't know what it is, but it is bad. That kid is SICK. He even had to go to the hospital go get x-rays on his chest. I don't know if I will ever get over the image of Ed and the x-ray dude holding my little naked baby up against a x-ray film while he looked over at me desperately crying. His little eyes said HELP ME MOM! I haven't slept since Tuesday so I could watch him breathe.




It makes me remember bad things from when Jr. was born. Memories I want to put behind me forever. Shudder.

Jr. is finally better - I mean his cough is gone, he is in a great mood and is back to Mr. Spunk. I was reading this article the other night about a 2.5 year old terror and I thought the woman was writing about my boy as of 6 months ago. She nailed it. I don't know what has changed in the last 5 months, but I have a totally different boy on my hands. He is still sassy, but he is SO charming. The sass is much less. He told me the other night that I was beautiful. I told him that he was beautiful and he said that we were BOTH beautiful even though he was a boy. He is full of hugs and kisses and is really for the most part sweet sweet sweet to his brother. He is starting to mind, he listens and he helps out around the house by picking up his toys grabbing things for me that I can't reach and entertaining his brother when I need 2 seconds to run upstairs or downstairs.


He is great. I mean really great. He told me the other day that he wanted to play an instrument, I asked him which one - hoping for piano. He declared - "The DRUMS MAMA! I WANT TO PLAY DRUMS!"




Before he got sick, Graham was learning to clap. I think he is too chubby to crawl just yet, but he tries SO HARD. That is the hardest part about his illness, my sweet happy little baby is gone - I get small glimpses of him, but this crab pot baby boy is so hard to mke happy. I feel so bad. He doesn't really eat a lot and gets meds every 2-3 hours. Poor belly.

I feel respondsible - recently I was running my mouth off about how we hadnt been sick all winter. Me and my big mouth. . .

I want my sweet baby back.

**I am a video**

**Me too!**


Sunday update - I wrote this sometime last week but couldn't make time to get photos in. Pretty much same. Graham is still running a fever and is still coughing. Jr.'s cough has returned. Sigh. My sinus infection is gone.

It is APRIL GOD DAMN IT. Time to move on out of this winter illenss month. Hello!


I promise next post, more positivity and hopefully good things to report. We will be getting ready for the birthday party royal. I can't wait for his birthday party. I can't wait. He is so amazing and I want to celebrate.

Tricky

Being a mom is really hard sometimes. When you have sick kids (again - yes again) and don't feel well yourself it seems like it is give give give and very little receive. I need something to change around here. The nurse Coleman bit is exhausting. That coupled with zero spring break is murder on the soul.

It is the little things that keep you going. Like family hikes and planning a 3-year olds birthday party. It is a month a way people. What should we do? Right now we are thinking Easter egg hunt. Boring. Maybe fishing derby?




Baby Graham feeds himself now. So cute. He is eight months old and says dadadada and yayayayaya. I say to him "mama" and he happily replies dadadada. Stinker.




Jr. is all about "outside" and "compost". Oh and Astro Boy which may be in my opinion Nicolas Cage's worst performance EVER.



I tried to replicate this photo:



With this:


Check the picassa photo stream for some sweet vids.

Brothers

I have beautiful visions of these two as brothers and best friends growing up in perfect brotherly harmony. La la la. I can even see them playing on the same football team, smiling with their arms around each other in family photos, fishing contentedly side by side. Maybe even be in a band together some day. Something like the Black Keys, Oasis, or maybe even the Doobies but not like the Osmunds.





You are rolling your eyes and saying that I am a totally sappy crazy hippie, but BEHOLD video evidence!


I never would have predicted that Jr. would be such a sweet loving adorable big brother, but he is.

Today we had to take Baby Graham to see Dr. Frank to make up his 6 month shots and both boys got weighed. Jr. = 42 lbs and 41" tall. Graham 22 lbs 8 oz. Bubba bubba.

Some sweetness from Nanny and Aunt Lisa's brief stop through town.

Big Boy Genius

I have to stop calling him a toddler. He is a big boy. His 4T clothes are getting a little tight/short. OH NO!



**click on me, I am a video**

He puts his own boots on.



And put his own "pack pack" on.


Here is some Graham. He is pretty cute too.