Motrin-High Moments

Both of my poor little kiddos were sick last week. I'm talking fevers over 103, chills (little kids with chills is so sad), sore throats, and all that goes with it. After two hours and $40 the doctor determined that although it seemed like they had strep throat, it was not strep throat, so I just did my best to help them feel comfortable while they recovered. It's interesting how kids are when they're sick. One moment Josh would be sobbing while trying to soak his aches in the bathtub, and the next moment the Motrin would kick in, and he'd be hyper. He'd run around crazy and you'd never know he was sick. Then all of the sudden it would start to wear off, and he would start crying half-way through a sandwich he was eating. So sad.

It seemed the whole week was all about survival at the time - the only place I went the entire time was the doctor. I was starting to talk crazy and see mirages by the time I actually left the house on Saturday. However, we did have some good times, brought to you by the makers of ibuprofen and acetaminophen. Josh and I made cookies, and for the first time, I made something with more than 4 ingredients and he was an actual help. At first I wanted to make cookies and bring some to people, but then I realized that would be like giving small pox infested blankets, so we just made a half batch and ate it all ourselves. Josh was really proud of his cookie-making, and replicated it here with play dough. Josh tried painting for the first time (under my watch, anyway), and it wasn't a disaster! You can actually tell how careful he is trying to be in this picture. You can also tell that he is becoming Skinny-Bone Jones, as Gary calls him.

Josh and Noah got a bounce house thingy from my sister for Christmas, and it has saved winter so far. Josh really uses a lot of energy in that thing. Noah doesn't mind being bounced around, as long as he has some balls to chew on. He actually thinks Josh is really funny, and doesn't like being outside while Josh is in.

It didn't take long for Josh to realize that the crib makes a good diving board.

As for me, I was pretty proud of myself for making a week's worth of meals without going to the grocery store. One night it was taking me forever to make dinner, and I was thinking about how much the Iron Chefs and Rachel Ray can do in an hour compared to me. Then I thought "Iron Chef Moms" might be a good show. You have an hour to make the best meal you can, all the while holding a 22 pound baby on one hip, with the occasional toddler hanging on your leg begging you to put on a show or informing you that he just peed on the counter (Don't worry, Got Clorox). Good TV, right? Who will pay me for my idea?

On Friday night, just when I thought I was about at my breaking point and Gary was going to be home late, someone came over and brought us fresh-baked bread and a couple of kid movies. Saved! We immediately sat down to watch the movie and eat the bread. Thank you so much . . .we made it!