Mean People

Today our trash can was stolen. Its a very sad day. I was putting Dallin down for a nap when the trash guys came by and after I left his room I saw our trash can leaning against the snow bank. I saw it there and thought, man, those guys were rude today, not standing my trash can upright. About 2 hours later I think it was I went upstairs to get Dallin and I noticed that our trash can wasn't there anymore! It was windy today I will admit so I ran outside for a moment to look in the road and it wasn't anywhere! Some jerk came and took our awesome trash can! It makes me sad that there are people like that who would steal someones trash can... I mean, come on! Its where we put poopy diapers and our trash! Why would someone want it? I just can't believe there are people that mean around. It makes me sad for the state of the world.

What a week.

I have been very lax in keeping people updated. I just hope that if you care enough about us and notice that we had fallen off the face of the earth that you would be welcome to call us. We have not been up to much lately, especially this last week. It was a TOUGH week! I learned that there is nothing more miserable, more humbling, and more scary than having a little boy being sick with a high fever who won't eat or drink anything for 2 days. I am talking about Dallin. Poor little boy woke up last Sunday night and was crying, because he didn't feel well I guess. Then when we put him back in his bed, he threw up all over it! Then Monday when we woke up he was hot and we wondered if he had what Tristan had from Saturday and Sunday. Tristan was just fussy and tired and had a high fever but ate his milk just fine and never threw up and didn't have diarrhea. Poor Dallin did though.

From the time he woke up Monday morning to Tuesday night, he did not take a single step. Tuesday night we forced got Dallin to take some Tylenol and he perked up a bit and drank a bit but didn't eat anything. He didn't throw up though, so that was good. Then he all of a sudden got up off the couch, where he had slept, drank and watched tv for 2 days.

Then Wednesday he played a bit more but threw up and wouldn't drink at all really. He would take about 8-10 hours to have a wet diaper so I was starting to get paranoid. Thankfully that evening he drank juice boxes but just one and that was it and then to bed where he slept all night.

Then on Thursday he drank and drank and drank! I think he had 5 juice boxes all day along with water and a very small amount of milk. He also got a slushie, which was his 3rd one of the week. He loves the slushies from Royal Farms and drank a lot of it where as the two previous ones Chris and I had drunk most of them. So I wasn't as worried about him. Dallin was very clingy all day though and in the morning he wouldn't let me go and so I called our friend Kaylene if she would watch Tristan for a few hours. It was nice to not worry about him, especially since about an hour after he got home he slept for 2 hours. He likes his bed a lot and sleeps best when in his own bed.

Friday though I started feeling quite ill. My ear had stayed plugged all night with both Tristan and Dallin waking up during the night crying and my mood was not the best and being cold hurt and I just wanted to sleep. Chris wasn't feeling very good either but he was better than I and took care of the boys while I slept and recouped. Dallin finally ate a real meal and didn't throw it up and drank lots. Unfortunately Tristan started to act up and wouldn't sleep very long and decided he wouldn't eat more than 4 ounces at a time, which is saying something because he will usually eat 10 ounces and still be able to fit more in that belly of his.

Saturday, we were all still sick and Chris was feeling worse off so I did a lot of boy watching as well as going out and finally getting rid of Slick, the cat. I took her back to Peggy's house and I am so happy to be rid of her! Yay! Dallin played a lot more but was still pretty fussy. But we were able to enjoy him more and remember that we do love him. And as I said before, Tristan was not the happiest of babies. He did so great all week, playing by himself and then right around dinner time he had eaten about 8 ounces and was playing on the ground with me when all of a sudden a huge gusher of milk came out of his mouth. Had he been sitting up it would have traveled. But since he was laying down it just poured all over his face and into his nose and eyes and all over his clothes. He quickly went into the bath. But after that he was just fine but didn't seem like he wanted to eat at all for the rest of the night. I wonder why... He did sleep okay, waking up only once during the night though.

Sunday, we stayed home from church. I didn't think we were good company at this time. Dallin was acting better but still has his nose and cough and this evening right before bed he threw up everything in his tummy. It was a lot of food. Tristan seems like his tummy has settled down but he hasn't wanted to eat all day. He has only finished one bottle all day I think. I did get him to eat some banana so I hope he will keep that down. I am feeling better today. My ears will finally pop when I want them to and my nose is drying up a bit I think. I am still really congested though. Chris has felt queasy all day and is very tired of blowing his nose and coughing. He is afraid they will send him home from work again tomorrow if he can't stop coughing magically through the night.

So, as you can see, it was a long week. I am tired and worn out and just want a break from my boys but at night when Tristan falls asleep on me when I am burping him and Dallin gives me a kiss and as I turn out his light and he says night-night and kisses the air back at me, I remember how much I love them. I just hope I can make it through this next week and I hope and pray we all get healthy overnight!

I'm so lucky.

Every morning sometime after Dallin has politely knocked upon his door to be let out, I hear noises coming from Tristan's room. I am sure he talks so quietly so that he does not bring his brother to his room, just Mommy. I am so lucky though to have something like this to go look at every morning.

"Come here Mommy, I have missed you all night long, I was a good boy and slept all night just for you and now come pick me up!"

"Oh, Mommy, while I was in here all alone all night long I think I made a stinky."

"Come just a bit close Mommy, I want to show you something!"

"I LOVE YOU MOMMY! I am SO happy to see you!"

Tristan is one of the best babies ever. He wakes up on his own and talks to himself, or me in this case, until I come in and get him. When I do finally get into his room he has lots of big smiles for me in the mornings. It helps start my day out right, reminding me why I love to be a mommy.

Moods

Have you ever noticed how one thing can just shatter your good mood for the rest of the day? Yesterday it was when Chris and I were talking and I was telling him my genius idea for a Christmas present for Jonathon and Lauren and he said he didn't like the idea completely because he felt we shouldn't dictate what they do... Not that I would be dictating or anything, just a helpful guide if they needed a last minute idea. I can't say more since I still think I am going to do that for their Christmas present and if they happen to follow my blog I don't want them to know! Anyway, after that minor disagreement my mood was shot for the rest of the evening. I couldn't come up and be happy. I kept getting irritated by the smallest things and was not all that nice to my husband. The sad thing is that I want him around because it makes me feel better but I just don't want to interact with him because I am sure there is something he will do or say that will bug me.

Today the same thing happened. I was happy, I went outside today and played in the snow, the boys were good all day and I was in a good mood. Then Dallin threw a mirror we have for babies because it can stand on its own so baby can stare into it (Dallin loved it when he was itsy bitsy) and he threw it against a wall and broke the mirror! Of course I became agitated because I didn't want Dallin grabbing the broken glass or getting too close to the few small pieces that needed to be vacuumed. But I was reprimanded by Chris who told me that I was being too harsh. I don't feel I was but he apparently did. And that shot my mood for the evening. We were even going to work in our bedroom, painting it tonight but I am not in a mood that Chris wants to work with me. I agree... We wouldn't be very nice to each other but at the same time he has been putting of working on our room all week and so we still sleep in the living room...

I don't know what is going on. Those are just two experiences in the last two days but this has been going on the last 4 or 5 days. I think I am becoming a girl again and there fore am really moody but I don't ever remember being this bad. Then again, last time I actually was a "regular girl" (thats what we call it here in our house) was August of 2008. Its hard to remember back that far. I do hope that is the reason for all my foul moods and that it will go away and I can be happy again and nice to my husband and kids...