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Yes Drama

Yes Drama (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The house hunt is still very much on, and we are still smack dab in the middle of it.  I’ll admit, I wish we were further along in the process, especially since we should have been closing on the first house this week!  Boo!  But you know what?  Losing that house was a blessing in disguise.  We were so eager to get a home, in retrospect, I can clearly see that we were settling too much with that house.  And honestly, even if it were perfect, it is in a flood plane, and mama doesn’t need that worry!

Last year on Mother’s Day, I ruined my mother’s life by not reading her mind.  Oy.  This Mother’s Day was spent at home, just spending time with my family, soaking up the sunshine and fresh air.  In the year since all the silly drama, things have drastically changed between me and my parents.  We don’t see my dad at all.  The last time I saw him was on Halloween, because we stopped by to show off costumes to my mom, and to visit with my cousin and her little family.  I haven’t been back since, and as uncomfortable as it was, as it continues to be, I know that we won’t go there again.

I have never had a good relationship with my dad.  He is mean.  Honestly.  He is a bully, he is unreasonable, and he is just a nasty person.  My entire childhood was filled with memories of going into my mom’s room to find her crying because of some nasty thing my dad did or said to her.  He never beat her, but he was/is very emotionally abusive.  She has the attitude that he is the boss and whatever he says goes.  It’s sickening.  When we were little and heard my dad pulling into the driveway, all three of us kids would literally run and hide.  When Abe comes home, all my babies squeal with joy and run to the door to see him.  Hmmmm….

Not seeing my dad has been freeing and happy for me.  I have the relationship with him now that I always assumed I would.  Completely non-existent .  I was never comfortable around him, with the false persona that he projects to people.  I know who and what he is.  The problem is my mom.  She takes the role of martyr very seriously, and has used this whole situation to throw drama into absolutely every tiny little aspect of my life.  It is exhausting.

I am finding myself wanting to move far, far away.  To disconnect from everything and just take time to breathe and to enjoy my life, my babies, my husband, completely drama free.  If it was feasible to move out of state, I would do it in a heart beat.  I should feel guilty saying that I guess, but I don’t.

There is a small handful of people in my life that I truly enjoy.  Friends and a tiny fraction of family that are honest and true and just a joy to have in my life.  Maybe I am turning into a crabby old lady, but when drama is involved, I’m just done.  I don’t want it, don’t need it and won’t be subjected to it.

We have big, wonderful things in our near future!  Things that most certainly do not deserve to be over shadowed by silliness.  We are looking at some new houses this week, and new ones keep popping up, so I’m sure we’ll find the right one soon.

I have a fun post to share soon about a raccoon family that came to visit us!  Goodness, that was an adventure!  Stay tuned!  🙂


Doubts of a 10 year old

I heard a knock on my door this morning while the kids were getting ready for school.  I expected it to be someone tattling, that is a favorite past time in our house right now.  I opened the door and Matthew came in, closing the door behind him and looking very serious.

“What is it?” I asked him, expecting to hear about Noah being mean to Sara or Bella not helping to straighten their room.

“Okay,” he started, and then took a deep breath as he studied my face and continued.  “I have been meaning to tell you this for a long time.  Like, a really long time.”

“How long?” I asked, trying to imagine what ridiculous thing was going to come out of his mouth next.  Did he lose a school paper I was supposed to sign?  Did he break something and hide it?  Did he find a cure for cancer?  The possibilities were endless and it was far too early for such hard thinking.

“Like, over a year,” he answered.  Over a year?  What on Earth could he need to tell me?  I instantly thought of my brother, the one who had severe abdominal pain for over ten years and never told anyone until he couldn’t stand it anymore.  He had a hernia, which was recently fixed through surgery, but holywhatareyouthinkingbatman, not telling anyone you were in pain for so long?  Being the worry wart anxiety stricken mami that I am, I started to panic, anticipating what he would say next.

“What is it?” I asked, praying that whatever horrific ailment he was about to share with me could be quickly and easily cured without surgery.

He took another deep breath and studied my face as the next sentence fell from his lips, “I know Santa isn’t real.”

I suddenly realized I had been uncomfortably holding my breath when I loudly exhaled, letting out a guttural sigh of relief.

“What do you mean?” I asked, curious to hear what he would say next.

“Mom.  I know Santa Claus is really you.  Like, I know.”  He emphasized that last word to let me know he meant business.  This was a very adult conversation he was having with his mother, he was getting older and felt he could have this mature discussion with me.  It’s like he doesn’t know me at all.

“You know what happens when you stop believing in Santa.  Socks and underwear for Christmas.”  I smiled, still utterly relieved that my son was perfectly healthy, despite my mind’s ability to instantly arrive at the worst case scenario and then multiply that tragedy by a million.

“Mom.  I’m serious.  I would never tell them or anything, but I know it’s you.”

“Okay.  Well, just remember that when you get lots of socks and underwear.”


“I’m serious.”

“Okay, well, I’m more serious, I know.”

“You’re gonna need a bigger underwear drawer.”

He rolled his eyes and left.

Hey, we have a rule in our house.  Stop believing, stop receiving.  Also, don’t try to have serious conversations with mom.  🙂

Radioactive Mama

The danger classification sign of radioactive ...

Several months ago, in the early spring, my mom was diagnosed with thyroid cancer.  The diagnosis caught everyone completely off guard.  Her doctor decided to remove the cancer through surgery, removing the growth, her thyroid and two of her parathyroid glands in the hopes of nipping everything in the bud and getting her to feeling good again.

My mom had felt pretty unwell for years.  She suffered general fatigue, aches, pains, depression, the list goes on.  Her doctor explained that most of her symptoms could actually be erased or greatly improved after surgery.

The surgery went well, she was given pills and told to expect to feel leaps and bounds better in just a few short weeks.

That didn’t happen.

Routine blood work looked fine, but she wasn’t feeling any better at all.  An ultrasound was done on her surgery site that revealed what looked like thyroid tissue.

Strange, since the doctor supposedly removed it all.  The technician specifically said that it looked like thyroid tissue, not a tumor.  That made me wonder if it was possible that some tissue had been left behind and was regrowing.

The doctor said that was impossible, he didn’t miss anything.  How great it must be to be so certain of yourself!  Sorry, don’t trip over that chunk of sarcasm.

What he decided to do next was to have her take a simple radioactive pill that would kill any remnants of the cancer that may be lingering.  He explained it as so simple, no big deal, which put my mom at ease, but when I hear “radioactive pill”, well, my mind was not at ease.

I ended up doing something I knew I shouldn’t.  I Googled it.  Yeah, I went there.

What I found was that this was no simple little pill that you take and then blissfully continue with your regular activities.  This pill, being radioactive, is very dangerous.  In fact, one of the side affects from taking it is cancer.  She will need to basically be quarantined, kept away from other people for a period of time.  Simply being near small children can actually give them leukemia.  This is no simple pill, this is a scary treatment that my mother was led to believe would be as easy as swallowing two aspirins.

I cautiously asked her more, to get a feeling for what she knew about the treatment.  Her doctor literally told her nothing.  I told her the bits and pieces that didn’t sound overwhelmingly scary, just to give her an idea of what she could expect, something her doctor should have done.

She talked to one of her friends that has family members that went through this treatment.  Her friend was not as good at filtering the scary bits I chose not to tell my mom.  This, rightly so, had her scared.

She called me crying, scared of the treatment, scared of the side affects, scared of being toxic to her loved ones.  She was worried about her dog, her little Bichon mix that is attached to her hip.  She worried that if she had to board him in a kennel that it would kill him.  I did my best to calm her down and explain to her that at worst, my dad and brother would have to step up and help take care of the dog and to keep the house running.  She would only need to be shut off in her room alone for several days before she could start slowly getting things back to normal.

It would be a few weeks before she could see the kids, but I assured her that she could still talk on the phone and that she should look at her treatment as a mini vacation.  It seems only fair that she get waited on and taken care of when she is the one always doing that for others.

I encouraged her to call the doctor’s office, to explain that she would like to talk about her treatment as it had her worried.  Obviously, she was hoping they would be able to hold off treatment until after the holidays, since she would have to be isolated for a while.

Last week, she met with the doctor that will be treating her.  They gave her outdated papers and brochures to read in the waiting room that made her worry more.  When she finally sat down with the doctor, he was very kind and very good at explaining the treatment.  He told her that her dog would not be affected by the radiation.  I don’t believe this.  In fact, I have read many things to the contrary.  But her dog is old and not well, and when he told her that he could still be around her during the isolation, that gave her happiness and hope, so my mouth stayed shut.

She needs to have two shots prior to the pill that will reverse the affects of the medications she has been taking since her surgery.  The doctor said that they will make her more fatigued, sore, and depressed.  Just what you want right before you have a big treatment like this.

The shots are crazy expensive, something like $2400 per shot.  They have to be pre approved through the insurance and everything, just like the pill, before they can even be ordered.  Luckily, my parents have decent insurance coverage, so hopefully the out of pocket cost won’t be too astronomical.

So the radioactive pill will be taken in January.  I joked with my mom that maybe she would get super powers.  I thought that was hilarious, so did Abe, but my mom was less amused.

What I hope is that this pill will do it’s job, that my mom will have minimal if any side affects, and that she will then be on the path to good health.  It’s scary to think of her ever not being here.  She has too many grand babies that need spoiling!

Cancer sucks.

Citrus Lane Deluxe Shower Box!

In addition to Citrus Lane’s amazing monthly subscription boxes, they also have a really cool Deluxe Shower Box that would make the perfect baby shower gift!  What a great way to help prepare for the new bundle of joy and be introduced to the awesomeness that is Citrus Lane at the same time! Shall we dive into the Deluxe Shower Box and see all the fun goodies that are included?  Vamanos!

The Deluxe Shower box is full of essential goodies for keeping both mama and baby happy.

Included with every Citrus Lane box is this handy insert that gives you all the details of the products inside, along with handy tips, tricks, and even some unique coupon codes just for Citrus Lane subscribers.  Gotta love a coupon code!

Swaddle Designs Marquisette Swaddle Blanket $15.00

Let me tell you right now, swaddling your newborn baby will be a lifesaver!  There is magic in the swaddle, something that instantly soothes and calms a fussy baby.  Now, swaddling can be tricky.  It can be tough to remember how to fold the blanket, and near impossible if your blanket is too small.  This awesome swaddle blanket is 46 square inches, plenty big, and has a sewn on tag that reminds you, should you ever forget, how to properly swaddle your little blessing!  Swaddling your baby makes them feel secure, which makes them calm, which makes you calm.  It also reduces the risk of SIDS, and, when not being used to swaddle, can easily be used as a lightweight nursing cover!  This swaddle blanket is awesome, well made, and will be used well past the swaddling stage of your baby.

Cloud B Sleep Sheep Rattle $4.95

First of all, how adorable is this little sleeping sheep?!  It is velvet-y soft and sized just right for tiny baby hands.  It is also a muted rattle, meaning when you accidentally drop it on your way to put your baby down for an afternoon siesta, it won’t make a sudden loud noise, waking the baby up.  Why aren’t all baby toys muted?  And kids toys?  And the world in general?  At any rate, this rattle is just precious and sure to be a favorite lovey.

Bathtime Baby Bathing Baby Hair & Body Wash $9.50

Bathing Baby was founded by a mom who wanted healthy, safe skincare products for her own baby.  This versatile hair and body wash is very gentle, hypoallergenic and fragrance-free.  Newborn babies smell amazing as it is, why cover up that magic?  You won’t find any parabens, glycols, sulfates, dyes, BPA or phthalates in this wash or the packaging.  Just a healthy, organic wash that is perfect for a brand new baby.

Minted Gift Card $50.00

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Pearhead Babyprints Tin $14.95

Babies grow so quickly!  It will amaze you how fast your little pumpkin will grow just in their first year of life!  Maybe you have had a not so fun experience with hand print kits in the past?  You know, the messy plaster kind where you have to mix the powder with the water, let it set for the magic amount of time when it’s not too wet but not too hard?  Goodness, I know many a tear has been shed in my casa alone trying to use one of those kits for my babies.  Here is where the brilliance of Pearhead Babyprints comes in.  There is nothing to mix.  No mess.  Dare I say, no tears!  It is an air dry clay!  You simply roll the clay out, press the hand or foot into it, and walk away, smile still firmly intact as your print air dries.  That’s it!  True magic!  Love it!

Mommy’s Bliss Gripe Water $11.99

There will come a time with your new baby, when no amount of swaddling will make them stop crying.  Maybe it’s gas or an upset tummy.  These moments sneak up out of nowhere and can leave a mama, and papi, feeling pretty helpless.  That is when it is a true blessing to have something like this on standby!  Gripe Water is alcohol free and contains naturally soothing fennel and ginger.  It has even been used for teething related tummy upsets and colic.  Trust me when I say you definitely want to have this waiting in the medicine cabinet before you need it!  It is a very stressful thing when baby is crying and you have exhausted all your tricks.  It’s usually these times when it’s a tummy ache that can be very quickly and effectively treated with Gripe Water.  It’s a good thing!

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Mama Drama

I am very annoyed right now, but don’t want to let that affect what I write.  I am also angry and hurt.

Where to begin?

Well, Abe went over to my parents house this morning to borrow the power washer.  He was gone for two hours.  We live five minutes away.  I assumed he and my dad were talking about projects they want to work on, but as it turns out, my dad decided to yell at my husband as though he were a small child about ridiculous things.  Mostly about my mom.

*le sigh*

My mom’s people are dramatic.  She is one of the most dramatic people I know.  She gets upset very easily and reads way too much into everything everyone ever says.  She has a lot of health issues, as I have mentioned.  She just had surgery recently and had not been feeling well.  We had invited her to Matthew’s birthday party, but she felt too poorly to attend.  I understood that, no problem.  Because she was feeling so poorly, and because we had a million things going on Mother’s Day weekend, we just stopped by her house for a short visit.

Apparently, this is when I ruined my mother’s life.

When we arrived, I asked how she was feeling.  She told me she was tired and felt like crap.  Wanting to not put her out, we did not stay long.  About an hour.  Everything appeared fine on the outside.

I talk to my mom all the time.  I see my mom all the time.  She comes to my house all the time.  But I ruined her Mother’s Day.

By being considerate of her feelings and healing, I am a monster.  That was one of the biggest things my dad decided to scream at Abe for.

That’s another thing that is really bothering me.  Abe is very laid back and easy going.  A perfect target for a hot head that wants to unload.  Remember that Latina temper I talked about early on in my blog?  Well, my dad is the queen of dramatic Latin tempers.  Yes, I said “queen” on purpose.  Neener, neener, take that, Dad!

It’s not fair for Abe to even be pulled into any of this, much less get yelled at for something he didn’t do.  If my mom has a problem with me, then she needs to call me up and say so!

My sister goes weeks and weeks without visiting or talking to my mom.  And my mom just excuses it as her being busy.  My sister doesn’t have any kids.  Is she getting reamed for ruining Mom’s life?  No.  And she shouldn’t.  She is an adult and she has her own life to live.  If she is too busy, then she is too busy!  That is life.  But for me to be the problem here, when I go out of the way to talk to my mom and visit my mom several times a week?   Where is the logic in that?

Today, my mom is celebrating my sister’s birthday with dinner at her house.  We are not going.  I have two kids with nasty cases of pink eye.  My dad told Abe that we need to “suck it up” and go anyway.  Insinuating that we are lying about the kids being sick.  To that, I told Abe to drop off the germy ones and let them all get their cooties.

It’s all silly, it just is.  My mom should have had the ability to voice her opinion to me, especially if I ruined everything, like my dad tells Abe that I did.  I know that my dad is worried about my mom’s health and feels helpless, but that doesn’t make it okay to take it all out on Abe.

Poor Abe.

He doesn’t want me to say anything to anyone because he doesn’t want to hurt his relationship that he busted his ass to have with my dad.  I don’t see how I can possibly let this go without saying anything.  Especially since I am the destroyer of all things good.

It’s just ridiculous.  I was very angry and sad when I heard all of this, but now, honestly I am laughing about it.  I refuse to be made to feel guilty.  I celebrated my Mother’s Day by visiting my mom and then busting my butt running around getting last minute things ready for Bella’s recital.  I did nothing wrong.  We aren’t going to my sister’s birthday party because my kids had snot pouring out of their red, swollen eyeballs.  I am doing nothing wrong.

I guess now I need to call my mom.  I swear, she needs some anti depressants or something.  And me, well, I need a stiff drink before I dive into the drama.

Wish me luck!

Feliz Dia de Las Madres!

We had a crazy busy weekend!  Matthew had his bowling birthday party on Friday night, followed by a sleepover with his cousin.  Saturday was filled with odds and ends, getting things done that needed to be done, and then there was Mother’s Day!  I love Mother’s Day.  I’d like to say I spent it doing absolutely nothing, but that would be a lie.  There’s always something that needs to be done, and Mama can’t rest until it’s done.  Correctly.  I’m OCD like that.

But one awesomely fun thing that I did, that I love to do, is work in my garden.  And now I have these gorgeous new tools to garden with:

Those beautiful tools were a Mother’s Day gift from my cousin.  They are almost too pretty to use!  Almost.  I love them.  I was not expecting a gift from her at all, but along with these awesome tools and super awesome seeds that I can not wait to plant, she gave me the sweetest, nicest card that literally made me cry.  It made me feel very loved, very appreciated, and very, very special.  I love her to pieces.

This Mother’s Day was also the day I got two, count them, two Keurig Coffee Makers.

Allow me to explain.  I have wanted a Keuring for quite awhile now.  They are nice, but they are definitely a luxury, not a necessity.  I would never buy one for myself, and I would certainly not ask or expect to get one as a gift.  Especially right now, when we are pinching pennies to buy our dream house next year!  Well, I am spoiled.  I really am.  Abe bought me a Keurig for Mother’s Day this year.  He originally bought me the machine on the right, the Elite model.

Now here’s where I may sound ungrateful, but let me assure you that I am not.  Abe works his butt off providing for this ever growing family of ours, and I try to always get the very best deals for our money to make it go that much further.  As it turns out, the machine on the left, the Signature model was only $10 more at Sam’s, and not only was it the deluxe, upgraded model, but being from a club store, it also came with a lot of extras that the original did not.  It came with the water filter, the My K cup for using your own coffee, and 36 K cups, compared to the 12 that the original came with.  It was just a much better value for the money, sooooo…… We went out and grabbed the Signature and ended up returning the Elite.

It was just too good of a deal to pass up, and I love my Keurig!  It is spiffy!  And having every single cup fresh brewed, mmmm, I definitely can appreciate the difference!

I told you I was spoiled!

We dropped by my Mom’s for a short visit yesterday.  We usually spend several hours together on Mother’s Day, but she is still recovering from surgery, so I didn’t want to stay too long.

I had this idea for a craft a few weeks ago when my lemonade pitcher broke.  It was plastic, and full of candy when it broke, thank goodness.  But the handle fell right off.  I have since decided to replace it with a glass pitcher, but not wanting to throw away the old one….

I decided to paint it, epoxy the handle back on, and use it as a vase for a Mother’s Day bouquet for my mom.  I don’t have the inbetween steps or even a good after picture, but I do have a picture of my mom with the kiddos and the vase.

You get the general idea.  Isn’t it pretty?  I liked how it turned out so much, I wanted to keep it for myself.  I figure that’s a pretty good gauge on if the gift you are giving is awesome.  If it’s so cool you want to keep it for yourself, good gift.  The flowers are silk.  My mama does not have the greenest of thumbs, and it’s kind of depressing when a pretty bouquet of flowers dies, don’t you think?

Anyway, that’s my Mom and her nasty surgery scar.  She is doing better every day, but is still feeling kind of worn out from the whole stress and ordeal of it all.

And here she is with the whole crew, Sara, Noah, Matt and Bella.  The kids are all looking at me, but Mom is looking at my Dad who is also taking a picture at the same time.  It’s still a good picture though.

So my Mother’s Day was awesome.  I was spoiled, I felt loved and appreciated, I spent the weekend with extended family and just having fun.  Yes, it was busy, but that is the life of a crazy person with four kids.  The craziness continues this week with dance class, dress rehearsals, recital, a sleepover, a birthday party, last full week of school, Girl Scouts, Cub Scouts, etc.  May is such an insane month for our family.  I will be welcoming June with open arms!

Al mal tiempo, buena cara.

Since news of my Mom’s cancer diagnosis, I have been a mess.  Not on the outside so much.  I have had a few breakdowns while the kids were at school and the babies were napping.

I have every emotion under the sun fighting inside my head.

Her surgery has been rescheduled for Monday, and they will be removing the entire thyroid.  I know she will be in the hospital at least overnight, possibly longer.

I want to be optimistic, its my nature.  No sense in worrying, always look on the bright side, glass half full, yada yada yada.  But this is my mom, so the tiny voice of doubt is much bigger and stronger.

Between the worrying, Mother Nature has been bringing me several smiles.  Yesterday morning, there were so many butterflies flying around me and the kids as we went to the bus stop we couldn’t help but giggle with delight.  They seemed to come from nowhere and they kept landing on and around us, staying around much longer than usual for us to admire their beauty.

Our seeds we planted just a few short days ago are very quickly sprouting.

That big, tall over achiever there is a cucumber plant.  I am really looking forward to canning some home made pickles later this season!  Our pumpkins and butternut squash are also sprouting and will all need to be transplanted soon.

This gorgeous little guy is an Indigo Bunting.  He came to the bird feeder after an especially bad break down yesterday, and graciously lingered long enough for me to snap a few pictures of him.  What a beauty!

I am finding joy when and where I can.  Bella has her last dance competition of the season this weekend.  She is so excited, I can’t wait to see her on stage again.  We have birthday parties and recitals and so many things to look forward to in the coming weeks.  Maybe even a wedding!

I predict that this weekend will be rough.  Monday will be torturous.  But once the surgery is over, once my mom is home safe and sound, recovering and healing, I will be able to once again take a deep breath and all will be well.

Thank you for the thoughts, prayers and well wishes.  Excuse me for being a recluse.  I am very appreciative.


Breastfeeding symbol

Here’s Mama’s two cents on breastfeeding.  Yes, we are gonna talk about boobs today.

Breastfeeding = Good.

Profound, right?  But wait, there’s more!

Nursing in Public = Good.

Say what?!  But that’s obscene!  Using breasts for their purpose!  To feed a hungry baby!  Oh, the humanity!

If I can watch you eat a burger in public without feeling uncomfortable, then why should nursing be any different?  (Oh no, shes one of those moms…)

I am a proud breastfeeding mommy.  I nurse my babies in public.  I have had complete conversations with strangers who have come up to talk to me while I was nursing, because they simply thought the baby was sleeping.  I am also married to my breast pump right now.  We definitely have a love/hate relationship, but that’s a post for another day.  When I feed my baby a bottle in public, I feel more embarrassed that people will think she is eating formula than I ever have nursing in public.

But that’s me and my problems.  There is nothing wrong with formula, and I don’t judge any other mother for how she decides is best to feed her baby.  That’s not my business.

As mothers, I think we simply need to support each other.  See a mama nursing in public?  Make eye contact and do a fist pump.  She is awesome.  See a mama feeding a bottle in public?  (Could be formula or breast milk, lets not assume…)  Make eye contact and do a fist pump.    She is awesome.  See a daddy nursing in public?  Avoid eye contact, but definitely call Ripley’s Believe It Or Not, or something….

My point?  Oh yes, I do have one.  Less judgement people.  Live and let live.  Love one another.  Appreciate what you have and appreciate that everyone in this world is unique and that’s what makes it awesome.

Sick Day

When I was a kid, sick days were fiesta time!  Lounging on the couch, snacking and watching The Price Is Right or Hollywood Squares, laughing at all the jokes I didn’t get.  My mom was always checking on me, making me special lunches or snacks and asking if I needed anything.

Half the time, I wasn’t even sick.  I just wanted a day off and time to catch up on my stories.  (Hey, I grew up with a mom and two grandmas who were obsessed with their “stories”.  Its genetic!)

That is most unfortunate for mis hijos.

My philosophy with them is, “Too sick for school, too sick for fun.”  I make them lay in bed, give them plenty of clear fluids and leave them to rest.  No video games or awesome daytime television.  No fun snacks or dance parties.  I want them to wish they were in school.  Mean Mommy!

There is an exception to my No Fun Rule.  If my babies are really sick, I mean like sad and mopey, lethargic, no doubt sick, well then I am jumping through hoops to make them feel better.  I break out the DS, we make crafts, they get their water or juice in fun cups with twisty straws, I get creative with the B.R.A.T. diet making shapes with their dry toast, you name it.

I love my babies, I want the very best for them.  If they aren’t sick, they need to be in school, learning and socializing.  But if they really are sick, it breaks Mama’s heart to see her babies sad and not feeling well.

Bella spent the day home sick yesterday.  She doesn’t get colds and coughs like the normal kids.  She just gets a high fever, sometimes with a headache.  We give her some Motrin and within the hour she is bouncing off the walls, acting completely normal and feeling fine.  It takes awhile for the fever to break though, so sometimes she is spending two or three days at home, driving me and Noah crazy.  (Noah likes to have his mama to himself while the kids are in school.)

She is back to school today.  She wasn’t sick enough for fun yesterday, which I think bummed her out a little.  See what I did there?  I made her look forward to going back to school.  I know, I’m awesome like that.