Honesty is a virtue right? (Like patience... that's the one I need to work on!)
My sweet children have their faults... but telling the truth has never been one of them. I remember the day when Kirsten was four and I picked up my adorable, tiny little girl at pre-k. She looked up at me with her huge blue eyes and immediately said "You are NOT going to be happy when you hear about my day!". She was right.
Then there was the time she bit another child. As I listened (horrified) to the teacher explain she couldn't give out details about the situation due to privacy issues Kirsten spoke up. "It was Patrick. I bit Patrick REALLY hard because he tried to push me off the swing."
Danny is quickly following his sister's lead with complete honesty.
While the boys were in the tub this morning I made the mistake of turning my head for a moment to brush my teeth. Matt immediately started screaming. I whipped my head around to see Matt's hair and face SOAKED. Danny held up his little cup stating "Matt wet. Matt wet, me cup. Me cup now (shrug) Matt wet."
The boys also go to bed with water in a bottle each night. (We're working on it! ...Do you sense my guilt that my almost 2 year olds still get bottles? But it's just WATER...) A few minutes after going to bed there is often a scream. 99% of the time when I open the door to their room Matt is crying and Danny holds up the bottle saying "Here Mama! Matt night night here! Here Matt."
Angelic? No. Honest? Yes.
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Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Poor Babies
My poor boys just can't catch a break. We had a very, very, very busy weekend... it was supposed to be filled with family and fun. It was NOT supposed to be filled with fevers, trips to the doctor, and hours of screaming.
Greg and Amber got married this weekend. The wedding was perfect and beautiful. Greg was beaming... Amber was gorgeous I'll be posting all the details and pictures soon.
Friday night Brian and I went out to the beach for the Rehearsal Dinner. My parents stayed home with our kids to put everyone to bed on time. (We wanted them in prime condition for the big day... Ha!) Both boys had runny noses during the week and Danny was a little cranky on Friday but we were so busy that I didn't really have time to worry. When we got home at 11:30 my parents were on the couch with a SCREAMING Danny. He was beyond upset. We gave him some Motrin, took him outside, and calmed him down for a moment (by letting him sit in the sink playing with water at midnight... whatever it takes!). I sent Brian to bed a little after midnight because it seemed like there was no reason for us both to be up. It was the LONGEST night I've had since the boys were born... and I've had some LONG nights.
Danny slept from 4:15 am until a little before 7 am. He screamed for every other moment of the night. Nothing helped... I tried snacks, bottles, songs, Elmo, baths... it seemed like each attempt made him more upset. He really wanted to be with Matt so I made the mistake of taking him down to his room around 2 am thinking he might fall asleep with his brother. That decision had me juggling THREE cranky kids for almost an hour.
Our pediatrician has office hours from 9 until noon on Saturday. At 7:45 I called my mom (and woke her up... sorry) to have her bring Kirsten to church for the family First Communion Retreat. Brian stayed with Matt and I took Danny to the office at 8:30 and we waited outside for the nurses to arrive.
My poor boy was diagnosed with Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease. This is a virus that is known for very high fevers (we were told to expect fevers of 103 - 104) along with blisters on the child's hands, feet, and in their mouths. So far poor Danny only has them in his mouth and on his wrist. Matt doesn't have any blisters (yet) but has had a fever since yesterday afternoon.
I don't think there is anything worse than seeing your child in pain. I would do anything to trade places with my sweet boy. Listening to him scream "Mama! Help Mama!" for hours was the most heartbreaking experience. Luckily he's doing better. Both boys are LOADED up on medicines... but it is helping.
My parents convinced me to go to the wedding for a little while. I felt terrible leaving my boys, but I didn't want to miss Greg's big moment either. Grammy and Grandpa were able to get the boys to sleep so (while we called every half hour) we were able to enjoy the wedding. We're praying that they continue to improve and that things don't get worse... I just don't know how much more any of us can handle. As always, we are so blessed to have so much help when we need it most. I know this post is way too long and way too detailed... but it's a bit cathartic and I'm very, very, very tired :)
Greg and Amber got married this weekend. The wedding was perfect and beautiful. Greg was beaming... Amber was gorgeous I'll be posting all the details and pictures soon.
Friday night Brian and I went out to the beach for the Rehearsal Dinner. My parents stayed home with our kids to put everyone to bed on time. (We wanted them in prime condition for the big day... Ha!) Both boys had runny noses during the week and Danny was a little cranky on Friday but we were so busy that I didn't really have time to worry. When we got home at 11:30 my parents were on the couch with a SCREAMING Danny. He was beyond upset. We gave him some Motrin, took him outside, and calmed him down for a moment (by letting him sit in the sink playing with water at midnight... whatever it takes!). I sent Brian to bed a little after midnight because it seemed like there was no reason for us both to be up. It was the LONGEST night I've had since the boys were born... and I've had some LONG nights.
Danny slept from 4:15 am until a little before 7 am. He screamed for every other moment of the night. Nothing helped... I tried snacks, bottles, songs, Elmo, baths... it seemed like each attempt made him more upset. He really wanted to be with Matt so I made the mistake of taking him down to his room around 2 am thinking he might fall asleep with his brother. That decision had me juggling THREE cranky kids for almost an hour.
Our pediatrician has office hours from 9 until noon on Saturday. At 7:45 I called my mom (and woke her up... sorry) to have her bring Kirsten to church for the family First Communion Retreat. Brian stayed with Matt and I took Danny to the office at 8:30 and we waited outside for the nurses to arrive.
My poor boy was diagnosed with Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease. This is a virus that is known for very high fevers (we were told to expect fevers of 103 - 104) along with blisters on the child's hands, feet, and in their mouths. So far poor Danny only has them in his mouth and on his wrist. Matt doesn't have any blisters (yet) but has had a fever since yesterday afternoon.
I don't think there is anything worse than seeing your child in pain. I would do anything to trade places with my sweet boy. Listening to him scream "Mama! Help Mama!" for hours was the most heartbreaking experience. Luckily he's doing better. Both boys are LOADED up on medicines... but it is helping.
My parents convinced me to go to the wedding for a little while. I felt terrible leaving my boys, but I didn't want to miss Greg's big moment either. Grammy and Grandpa were able to get the boys to sleep so (while we called every half hour) we were able to enjoy the wedding. We're praying that they continue to improve and that things don't get worse... I just don't know how much more any of us can handle. As always, we are so blessed to have so much help when we need it most. I know this post is way too long and way too detailed... but it's a bit cathartic and I'm very, very, very tired :)
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