Very fun week. Kids are a blast. Until they get sick. This is one of those times. Eden has finally fallen asleep, on her knees, leaning her head against Lars' bouncy chair. I moved her to the couch, where she remains with her 103 temperature and seal-like bark. A tell tale sign of croup, but I hope I'm wrong.
Last night, she spiked a fever and ended up on our bedroom floor. Lars' cradle was on my side of the bed, and Eden was on Al's side. The dog also came in to join us at some point. Nothing like having a 4 bedroom house when everybody is crammed into one room for the night. Unfortunately, when Eden woke up at 0300, she didn't go back to sleep. She laid on the floor and talked and talked and talked. By 0400, Al and I were in stitches... too tired to believe this was happening.
Friday was a wonderful day. We headed to Scottsbluff in the morning for family pictures. Lars was awake the whole time and Eden smiled on cue. But when they were done, they were done. We had a quick lunch, then headed to the doctor for Lars' 2 month check up. He is 11 pounds even & 23" long. He had 4 shots and Eden got her flu shot. Then we did our big December shop and headed home for a pork roast.
Wednesday, I forgot about choir. I called Laura part way thru the practice to ask her a question and her daughter answered the phone saying, "no, she's in choir" and I said, "Oh, I didn't know she sang in a choir. Oh wait. That's the same choir I sing in. I'll be right there". This is the reason Al didn't come home at the regularly scheduled supper time. Oops.
If you don't have a two year old and an infant, you really should get yourself one. You don't know what you're missing! Now I need to go take care of them.
Here are some photos from healthier days this week.
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Monday morning early addition:
When mothers are right.... I took Eden to the ER last night when she just couldn't breathe anymore and her temp was going up with Motrin/Tylenol, instead of down. In a matter of 10 minutes, they gave her a breathing treatment and an injection of high dose steroids, followed by two Dora the Explorer stickers. Less than an hour later, we walked home. The 15 degree air helped tremendously. She slept all night and then some, on our bedroom floor. Lars, on the other hand, was up from 0230 until morning, and then some. He's still crying, actually. But there comes a time in every mother's life where you say, "ok child, if you're going to cry whether I hold you or not, then I'm going to put you down to cry". Again, this is one of those moments. Al is in Denver picking up my Christmas present that I picked out and bought :-) I can't wait until he's home tonight! God bless mothers/fathers/grandparents/caregivers everywhere!
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