Saturday, August 16, 2014


Kitchen cabitnets and drawers. 
Hallway doors.
Hutch doors.
Desk drawers.

What do all those things have in common? The same thing these do:

Potted plants.
Tablecloths on the table.
Piles of folded clothes.
Glasses filled with water.
Dog food bowl.
Kitchen utensils.
Ridiculously expensive air purifier.
And anything, absolutely anything, that can be reached.

Figured it out yet?

The answer is Theodore.

He is in full blown toddler-ville. If you walk into our house at any given time you will most likely hear the squeaking of cabinets being opened and closed, opened and closed, opened and closed...... or see raw eggs spilled all over the kitchen floor or see the dining room table that is now devoid of anything because the table cloth and all that sat on top have been pulled to the ground or towels randomly placed throughout the house because a cup was spilled or dog food strewn about the floor or, most recently, the stove being opened. And you will most definitely hear me and probably all the other children saying, "No sir! You do not touch!" 

It's a freaking mad house.

Oh, and steps. He recently discovered the steps. 

I'm gonna just let that one sink in for a minute.


Monday, August 11, 2014

The start.

There are a lot of ways to start the day poorly. On the floor would be one... sick... with a headache... in the hospital...   they all have almost a guarantee that your day is going in the wrong direction (and possibly the night before had already gone that way.) But nothing, nothing I tell you, is worse than a weak cup of coffee. 

It's like a sign that the day, which up until now held so much potential, is going to be like this sad little weak cup of brown water. 

At this point you may be thinking I'm a coffee snob, but I like to think of myself as a coffee hobby--ist--er....  (It's a real thing.) I like my coffee, it's true. Good coffee. STRONG coffee. Anything else is, as I said before, just gross brown water. And this morning, when I mistakenly made my coffee far too weak I realized how lazy I was when I refused to make a second better pot.

Wait... my laziness could not have been where I was going with this. Actually, where was I going with this?

I don't even know. I'm still messed up from the first failed attempt. All I know is that as I expectantly poured my freshly brewed hot mug of deliciousness early this morning, thinking of all the ways it was going to taste delicious and warm my body and ever so gently wake me from my stupor, I got slapped in the face by weak, dirty drink. 

I'm still angry.

And my day only went downhill from there. Theodore has some sickness thing that is making him do that gagging/coughing junk that chills me to the bone and makes me want to say bad words to puppies and children. I have been covered in wet drool about 16 times today - COVERED. IN. IT.

I really do feel bad for Theodore too, not just myself. That's what makes it even worse. I know he's miserable but there's not a thing I can do. He's been struggling with a fever since last week but thankfully it has come down and only been low grade over the past several days. Hopefully we are nearing the end of this bout of sickness and can get on to better coffee; which will, by definition, lead to better days. 

Or not, but it will hopefully make them start a little less badly.         

Thursday, July 10, 2014

A few things I.....

feel sorry about.... 
      - neglecting this blog and therefore all of you who read it to stay informed. 


        - being sick- both booger butt and myself :( 

Thankfully we are working through it at home with no need for the hospital yet. However, last week did hold an overnight for us because of fresh blood and clots coming out of his trach. Which leads me to number 2....

       - Not being trusted by doctors who think we are reactionary.
....because that looks totally normal, right? Anyway, we got it all straight and Theodore is fine. However, it got super old super quick when everyone kept saying that we "must have been scared" and "a little bit of blood when suctioned" and all of these other things insinuating that we were crazy. I'm glad I had the forsight to take a picture. The concensus was that it was a burst blood vessel in his lung that he was, thankfully, able to cough out without it causing any damage. But this leads me to my number 3....

      - the hospital. Just in general. I hate it. 
But Theodore was awesome and laid back and I couldn't have asked for more.

am thankful for...

     - this little booger butt. 

He's so sweet and getting so big and he is WALKING EVERYWHERE. I love him.

     - these booger butts...


Family is the best. I love my kids and how they love their cousins. :)

     - and finally the other booger butt... 
I'm thankful for this man who stands beside me. Sail on!

promise to do...

     - I'm going to TRY to keep this updated like I used to. It is my mission!

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

For this rainy day.

Hearkening back to the warm wonderful days a few weeks ago. Park time with the kids :)  

Friday, April 25, 2014


And that's how Theodore spent a good bit of Easter. He did take part in the Easter egg hunt but lost interest after 3 eggs. 

All in all it was a good day. I'd love to say I have a picture of all of us together, but it didn't happen :( With all the loading up and unloading and setting up and breaking down we totally forgot. In fact, these are the only pictures taken at all that day. Oh well. One forgotten (or not) Easter picture will not be what's remembered in 10 years anyway.