Last Night...

Duncan was really sick. We were a little worried it might be RSV so I called the on call doctor at his pediatrician's office. Jimmy and I were sitting there on the couch, me with Duncan half asleep in my arms, talking about what the doctor said. All of the sudden we hear this sad little voice pipe in, "No, doctor said, no more monkeys jumping on the bed." We were dying. He then continued on mumbling, "poo poo, pee pee, bum bum", until he finally fell back a sleep. Wow, did we need some comic relief -it was a pretty intense night.

A Mess

is what I am. I still am trying to assemble some order to my life after Denver, the RV and the wedding. This is why I haven't posted. To give you some idea of the current state of our home, right now I am eating cold cereal with a yellow plastic spoon that came with a card game called, "spoons".

Happy Anniversary?

So life has played one cruel joke on us. While getting to spend almost the entire day together on our anniversary would normally be considered a treat, when that day is spent hurled over the toilet bowl puking or lying motionless on the couch listening to the other hacking away in the bathroom, it is less a treat and more complete agony. Not to mention I just entered the 2nd trimester. Not really what I was expecting. Anyway, thank you to the Earlyreiser who took Duncan for a bit this morning and to angelic Sabrina who took him for most of the evening. Happy Anniversary to us.

My First Tag

So I was reading someone's post after being "tagged" and started feel bad because I had never been tagged. Thank you Heather for putting an end to this pity party. I really am afraid I won't be able to think of 7 random or weird things about myself. If I get stuck I will just ask my husband. He thinks I do a lot of random and weird things.

1. Cry at Christmas. I know a lot of people probably get emotional around the holidays, but I take it to a new level. I cry on Christmas morning -amidst all the present opening. It all started with a very very sad ankle length, sweatshirt style, puppy dog adorned nightgown, when I was 16. It was the last present I opened, and to my mom's horror, I burst out in tears as soon as I saw the thing. Since that Christmas, I have cried every Christmas morning. Even at the in-laws. It really is embarrassing.

2. My husband calls me slack jaw because of my inability to keep my mouth closed. Literally -I am not able to keep my lips together for more than a minute or two. And this isn't because I'm busy talking. It just runs in the family. Our mouths are not designed to maintain a closed resting position. The worst part is that it eventually gets wider and wider until my husband has to make a hand gesture which is code for, "CLOSE YOUR MOUTH".

3. I can sit on the couch and read cook books for hours and still not feel like making dinner.

4. I am riding on an RV to Oklahoma for my sister's wedding with my parents, grandpa, 2 sisters and possibly 1 brother. How random is that?

5. I don't handle discomfort well. I'm not the type to grin and bare it. Be it air temperature, brightness of a room, the fit of a shirt, or some off odor, if I'm uncomfortable, it's hard for me to focus on anything else. Jimmy just loooooves this about me. =) I'm able to mask my discomfort a little if I'm in an unfamiliar crowd, but get me around those I love and everyone will know my misery. I think I passed this on to Duncan.

6. I care way too much about what people think. I analyze to death things I said and how someone might have taken something. I eventually, like with a lot of things, have to tell myself to just let it go. I try really hard to appear mellow.

7. I'm pregnant and due at the end of April. I know this isn't weird or very random, but I realized that I hadn't mentioned it on the blog yet.

I tag Sabrina, Emily and Veronica

So What do You do When You're Trapped Inside With a Sick Belly?

Why you put on snow boots and prance around, of course.
Yeah, so we had a fun night of throwing up, changing the bedding and jammies, then throwing up, changing bedding and jammies again. The morning brought a similiar routine, except we did eventually get all the throw up in the bowl and not on the couch. That was a pretty big moment. I don't know if I'm sick too or if it's just the smells of all the sickness that is making me feel gross.

On a lighter note, Jimmy and I spent Saturday night in Park City for our anniversary. We ate at a fancy restaurant and watched a movie in our room. Our kind of vacation. Good food, and not a whole lot else.

Holy Socks!

Duncan has been wearing the same socks since he was about 9 months old. I have to say, these little hanes can stretch like no other. I highly recommend them. Plus, they are a great length. They don't go up too high, so you there's no scrunching involved. I just noticed him sitting there on the couch drinking his milk with that big toe sticking out and couldn't help myself.



As you can see, I've been canning. Why do we call it canning when we are actually using jars? I kept telling people I had to go buy cans (really meaning to say jars, but being thrown off the word, "canning"). Isn't it sad that I had to go buy jars when my mom has tons stored somewhere far away from me? Someday, I too, will be able to go to Sunday dinner at my parents, or drop the kids off at Grandma and Grandpa's for the night, or even steal jars from their garage. Someday. We just have to get them to stay in one place long enough to convince us they aren't going to move away as soon as we move in. Anyway, the applesauce is absolutely delicious. You don't even need to add any sugar, it's naturally so sweet. I also canned peaches a couple weeks ago. I'm excited about all my new abilities. I should publicly thank the friend who organized all the fruit pickups and loaned at all the canning equipment and answered my phone calls and all my very very basic canning questions. Thank You!

and yes, I am canning on miniature stove.

Long Walks, Firetrucks and Socks

Today we walked to the fire station for a kind of anticlimactic tour. Duncan wasn't really interested in where the firemen eat and sleep or in fire safety. He did, however, enjoy the big truck, watching the kids spray the big hose and then running under the water. I on the other hand, never really recovered from the walk up the hill to the fire station. The high light of the trip for me was finding the blue sock that had somehow made its way to the inside of my pink shirt. I'm guessing their was a love connection made in the laundry basket.

P.S. Sorry there are no pictures of today's adventure (which included my fabulous sister in law and 2 adorable nieces). I love pictures but hate taking them.