Wednesday, March 25, 2009

love is risky - Tylenol is not the answer

when you love someone, chances are it will be painful at times, or perhaps for seasons at a time. maybe they don't love you back, or they get hurt, or hurt you, or get sick, or pass away.
risk, risk, big Grand Canyon size risk.

"I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock, I am an island." - Simon & Garfunkel

but love, in case you were wondering, is certainly worth the risk.

I usually don't write my thoughts on this blog, but I guess that's what a blog is for. But today I am thinking about love + pain and how they seem to go hand in hand, because yesterday my son Judah swallowed 16 doses too many of Children's Tylenol.

He was rushed to the hospital, while I was in Seattle for work, getting the play by play over the phone in between work appointments.

Praise the Lord for modern medicine & smart doctors & antidotes, & HEALING in Jesus Name, because he is fine. We sent him to rehab today, 60 day detox. No we didn't, he just likes the taste, and he figured out how to open the child safe bottle.

So here is a pic of my boy who is worth the risk

Thursday, March 12, 2009

'Nanny Gril'

As Judah puts it...
Annie is a pure joy. We're really starting to see her personality come out. I'm happy to say that she is a Mama's girl and loves to sit around and chit chat. She can be quiet and she can can be loud, but most always toothache sweet.

She is growing so fast and already weighing in in the 95th percentile. She sleeps great at night, mostly just cat naps during the day. It's funny because with Judah that drove me totally nuts, to never have more than a 20 minute break at a time. However, with Annie, I hardly even notice if it's been 20 minutes or 3 hours because now with 2 there's not really much of a break anyway. I'm loving all things girly, which kind of surprises me, but I love to dress her up and especially show Auntie Jamie how I can actually put together a smoking hot outfit, at least for Annie anyway. (Jamie, you're my fashion queen).

My Boys

Saturday, March 7, 2009


The day has finally come. We've been waiting, but it still snuck up on us like a lion stalking it's prey... Judah climbed out of the crib. What the heck! I woke up yesterday morning in the guest room where I had fallen asleep nursing Annie and what did I see... Judah, peaking over the crib trying to wake up sister. This was not a strange ocurrance, but the next question was "where is your father?" I went to the living room expecting to see Joey snoozing on the couch with Sesame Street in the background but he was nowhere to be found. He was in bed. I was asking him why the heck he got Judah up and went back to sleep, but he was even more confused. The boy had escaped. So all day I was dreading bed time and sure enough just after Joey put him down, out he walks with a huge grin on his face. We decided to try and get him to sleep in the toddler bed, but we keep getting the same result, a boy playing games with mama trying to see a few more moments of daytime. What in the world do we do? I had a complete meltdown last night because the boy cannot be contained. He finally fell asleep with me sitting in his doorway for 30 minutes, only to wake up at midnight forcing daddy to sleep on the floor in his room. I am beside myself. He has been an incredible sleeper and now I don't have a clue how to help him transition. We tried disciplining him, bribing him, and returning him to bed continuously, none of which worked. Please, if any of you have experience with this, I need help! Would it be horrible to lock him in his room? Yikes!