worry wart

As I was thinking about our upcoming week full of long days alone with the little man while Ed is in school, and even longer evenings with him while Ed is working, I was starting to get a little stressed. I'm a worrier. If I don't finish the things on my to do list for that day I get worried about getting behind on my laundry, dishes, housework in general. How organized and clean my house is, I have come to understand, is directly linked to how I feel. It determines what kind of mood I will be in for that day, how I will handle stressful situations, and my patience level. As you can imagine, if the house is chaotic, so am I. So yes, I worry that I will lose my mind on a daily basis. Is that weird? Probably.


So as I was stressing over ways NOT to turn into a cooped up crazy woman this week, I came across this poem:

I hope that my child, looking back on today.

Remembers a mother who had time to play.

Children grow up while we're not looking.

There'll be years ahead for cleaning and cooking.

So cobwebs be quiet and dust go to sleep,

I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.

Could be the hormones, but boy did I cry. It's important to be reminded of the things that matter the most when life seems too difficult to walk alone. I have a beautiful son, and he deserves my love the most.

So.. insanely busy week?? Bring it on...

Just a quicky post here to let you know what's up.

Ed is working late each night this week and trying to cram his brain for his midterms each day. I have a taste of being a single parent, and let me tell you, I'm exhausted. Normally it wouldn't be so bad I'm sure, except for the whole draining pregnancy thing. And the fact that Noah has decided to fight me to the death about going to bed each night. He's a very strong willed little man. And if he doesn't want something, boy will he let you know about it. All day today he's walked around with a raspy voice because he screamed for almost 45 minutes straight last night. At least he's not crying so hard he's making himself throw up anymore...that was last weeks fiasco. Whew! He is his father's son, that's about all I have to say about that.


Almost two months ago we went in for our ultrasound to see the baby who was healthy by all standards. What a blessing. But a few weeks ago I was at my midwife appointment and she informed me that they wanted me back because the baby wasn't in a good position for them to see if there were 3 blood vessels in her cord. Or so the report said anyways. Then she proceeded to tell me the risks that are involved when only 2 vessels are found. Most often it results in brain damage as there isn't enough blood flow. So here I am.. worried of course. I finally make it in for a repeat scan, only to find out that she does have 3 blood vessels and always did! Turns out their system crashed and they lost some images from most of the scans they did the day we first went in. All they needed to do was recapture the cord for their records. What a relief! She said that the baby is doing very well and measuring 2 weeks farther along than we thought. Which doesn't necessarily mean that the due date will change. However they told me the same thing with Noah and he showed up a week early. We'll see!

Anyways, here is a picture of our daughter whose name we have FINALLY decided on! Ed was absolutely killing me this time around. He hated everything. And I mean everything! So as soon as we came across one we both liked (it was a small miracle) I jumped on it. I declared that to be her name without further room for discussion. Now, don't get mad. Normally I would tell you all what it is. I get upset when people say to me "We have a name but we're not telling anyone" And here I am sort of doing it! Muahahahah. No, no I'm kidding. I just don't want to announce it to the world wide web. It's a boy name - go figure. It was really important to me that I continue on with that tradition. And well frankly I haven't heard of it at ALL for a girl and I would like to keep it that way for the next three months at least. However, if the suspense is absolutely too much for you to handle, if you are losing sleep because of me and my evil ways, go ahead and email/facebook me and ONLY after you are sworn to a vow of secrecy shall I reveal it to you.


All others can simply bask in the beautiful life you see before you, who kind of creepily looks like she has no eyes.





Dear Australian Prepchuk's,


I know you were a little nervous that you might not see a lot of snow when you come this winter. You have missed it terribly and I feel for you. But rest assured. I have a feeling we won't have a shortage of that beautiful white stuff by the time you get here....

I've been listening to the sound of emergency vehicles from my window all morning. Around here there are an abundance of hills. Which of course equal slippery conditions which equal a bazillion accidents. I was so happy to stay safe and warm and dry in my little house this morning.

And lastly...

Could someone tell this kid to stop being so darn cute??

Seriously. Sometimes it's just too much for me to handle!

09.10.09

There is much to be said about this beautiful day! However, I shall just narrow it down to two specifics that mean the most to me.


#1. Some of you may know my sister Janay and her husband Tim, who have struggled with the unfortunate trial of infertility. Since they found out many years ago, they have been down several paths with adoption agencies and most recently a fostering to adopt program. Their first little girl that came into their home made her appearance shortly after Noah was born. In December of 2007 we met her and almost immediately fell in love! Noah and her are trouble makers and really the best of friends, like all cousins should be. He's grown up knowing her in his life and I had always wondered and worried how I would approach the subject of her absence if she was for some reason given back to her birth mother. At one point she was taken but after a long couple of weeks she was returned to the loving arms of Janay and the rest of our family. That was a good day. Today is even better! Almost two years after she came into our lives we were given the EXCELLENT news that she will be able to stay with Janay and Tim on a permanent basis until arrangements can be made for them to start the adoption process!! It's hard to imagine how this is making my sister feel. Knowing she is finally going to be able to have that wonderful child as her very own! Knowing that a full life of motherhood is ahead of her! Knowing for a surety that she will be able to watch Lulubean grow up into a beautiful young woman, date, eventually get married (yikes!) and experience all those wonderful ups and downs that being a mother brings! Congratulations to the Stanford family on the best news your family could get!! When things are more permanent we will finally be able to post pictures of the sweet little thing so everyone can get to know her just a little bit better :) Exciting times ahead all!

#2. Last, but certainly NOT least. Exactly two months from today my brother Wes, his wife Amanda and their 5 billion kids, alright alright FOUR.. four kids will arrive from their long journey from Australia and stay for over a month! Just in time to meet Janay's little girl, Noah and baby Caballero all for the first time! It's been a loooooong 5 years you guys! We are all so excited we can barely stand it! Safe travels and we'll see you shortly :)

I have so much love for everyone today! How appropriate in view of the Holiday weekend. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Our family has MUCH to be grateful for :)

what goes around comes around

My Mom likes to tell a story of about us girls when we were younger. There is still some debate as to which of the four of us sisters were with her on this particular day, but the story goes something like this...

We were in the middle of a crowded department store girls' section when one of us, who was talking with Mom at the time, zones into a part of her face just below the chin where there was a loooong black hair protruding from the skin, waving in the air. Apparently this was a fairly interesting detail because whomever it was that noticed it ( I still say it wasn't me) announced it at full vocal capacity to all within hearing range. "Hey girls! Come over here! You have to see this huge black hair coming out of Mom's chin!" Which of course was then followed by the rest of the Prepchuk party all clamoring for a spot to catch a glimpse of the waving hair.

Now, she says that she was laughing so hard she was doubled over leaning on a shelf for support. I say she was probably so embarrassed she was trying to duck under something so no one would notice her or her shiny black chin hair.

Well I've had a similar experience that initially wasn't so public, but in about 3 paragraphs it's going to become that way. For no other reason than I love a good laugh, and thought you might too.

As a Mom I love to take what I call a 'luxury shower'. It's not your typical every day shower where you get in, get straight to business and exit all in under 5 minutes flat. No. This one you get to take your time! I'm talking about lather, rinse AND repeat! As a full time Mom you just don't have time for the 'repeat' anymore. It's virtually dead and gone like the body you had as a cheerleader in high school.

Those kind of showers are the best. I usually like to sit down, you know, take a load off, rest my head against the tiled wall and just....relax. Take my time and enjoy my several moments alone and in peace. Aaaaahhh. Well I had one of those the other day, and it was beautiful. Until Noah came running in and threw open the curtain wide interrupting my solace because he just couldn't stand to play by himself for a single.second.longer! I quickly ended my shower, jumped out and we played cars together.

Fast forward to later on in the afternoon when I am laying on my bed talking with my Mom on the phone while Noah plays near by. My one arm is resting above my head leaving my armpit exposed. Out of the corner of my eye I see little Noah's face contort in disgust, like he's just smelled something horrifically foul, as he raises his arm and pokes one chubby little finger into my armpit and exclaims "Ewwww! Yuckies!" Yes, sadly in all my hastiness to retreat from the shower that morning I forgot to shave. And thus ends my streak of luxury showers for awhile. It is abundantly clear that unshaven armpits are frowned upon in our home. And so I go back to speed showering where if I come out virtually hairless, I think Noah will be pleased.

a long, pictureless post - read if you dare.

Being a Mother is not for the weak, I have come to realize. It is much harder than anyone could ever explain to you. Much like labour is. No one can tell you exactly how or what that kind of pain feels like, you just have to experience it for yourself to know. Noah is entering his terrible two's. And before I didn't believe all the hype people said it was like raising two year olds. But today I became a believer. It's chaotic! And not in a good way.

Yesterday we had a bit of a break down. And when say 'we' I mean both Noah and I, but mine was slightly more shameful considering I am the adult and parent around here. I won't give you all the hilarious details, but the end result was me huddled in a corner of the bedroom with tears running down my face. I think what threw me off the most was that usually when it's just the two of us, he communicates and responds so well to patience and a soft voice. But not that day. It came out of no where and hit me hard. There was no reasoning with this little man. No sir. Today I was a bit more prepared for it and had a prayer in my heart and mind all day to stick with patience and kindness. I'm happy to report I only cried once, and it doesn't even count because it was over a Hallmark commercial I saw on TV. Mission accomplished I say. It was a small but large feat for me and I'm grateful that I had the help of our Father in Heaven throughout.

I am currently reading this book called "Mothering with Spiritual Power" and in it the author explains that although we often forget, our children are his children too. He loves them and wants the best for them much with the same intensity, if not more, than we do. So calling upon him for help in leading and guiding these little ones, His little ones, is something we should be doing daily. It also talks about forgiving ourselves as Mothers. Something I think everyone of us Mommies need to hear over and over again. We are learning on our feet every day with new challenges and steps. It's easy to slip up, lose your patience say or do something in anger and then regret it later. The hard part is forgiving ourselves of our shortcomings. The part that I took to most was when she explains that children are very forgiving and merciful, as is our Heavenly Father, but we as mothers tend to carry guilt with us long after an argument or a slip up occurs. I see this clearly in my own life. I have raised my voice to Noah who was scared and started crying. I instantly felt remorseful and apologized and he came running to me for a giant hug and kisses. Not 30 seconds later he was laughing and playing with me and his toys. I however felt horrible for the rest of the day and into the night. It wasn't until Ed and I were laying in bed that night that I told him what had happened. He held me while I cried. I felt like a failure. I felt sick at the thought of losing my patience and resorting to screaming at my son. I kept picturing his little sad face over and over. I felt bad for a few more days until I read this particular chapter where she says that it's difficult for us to be good Mother's if we are still carrying around guilt and the burden of failure on our shoulders. Anyways, I can't put it into as good of words as she can. But it inspired me. Made me want to be better and freed me of my burden of feeling guilty. I moved on and have tried my hardest not to repeat that mistake again. I won't lie and say that I've succeeded in doing so. BUT I have found it easier to move on afterwards and be the same kind of Mother I know I want to be. It's very liberating! I suggest you all try it. Forgive a little. We're most of us students in this too.


Recently I have been reflecting on some of the trials a few of my girlfriends are faced with in their lives at the moment. It's heartbreaking to watch people you love go through things that you know are hard and trying. Especially when you feel you can't do anything but be a support. But in some cases that is all someone may need. A kind word or gesture. I am surprised at how little things that people do for me change my whole attitude and outlook for the rest of the day. Tonight Ed folded and put away a whole basket full of laundry! I walked around feeling like I had just won the lottery. My spirits were lifted and I felt renewed. As funny as that sounds. I hope I can remember to be that kind of uplift for at least one person throughout my day. It could make a world of difference for someone.

As I was contemplating what I can do to lift someone that seems to be struggling I also thought, what else can I learn from this? How can I benefit my family with this new idea? Again, it is something small. It reminds me of the quote "By small and simple things are great things brought to pass" I can learn to be more grateful. You know how most people make New Years resolutions? Well I am making a lifetime resolution. To be grateful for the things I have in my life. Like REALLY grateful. For instance...

I am grateful for the closet I have overflowing with dirty laundry. Because that means that if we aren't yet naked, my family has more clothing to fit their backs in a week than most people have in a lifetime.

I'm grateful that I get to make supper every night because we have an abundance of food sufficient for our family's needs.

I am grateful for our teensy, itsy bitsy apartment because we have a roof over our heads and place we call home.

I'm grateful for the blessing of having children and hearing my Sons laughter mixed in with his Dad's every night before bed, because some people are unable to experience what a miracle that is.

I could go on and on, and I'm totally getting sappy and misty eyed. But on one final note I am grateful for family and friends that make our lives full and rich and beautiful!

Goodnight.

our summer

Wow. Where to even start?

At the beginning I suppose, but it's been quite a while so don't expect this pregnant lady to remember everything. This summer actually flew by for me. One of the fastest I've ever experienced. My Mom helped to shed some light on that when she told me it was probably because I was so self-absorbed with feeling so ill all the time that by the time I got better the summer was more than half over.

Hmmmm what does one say when called self-absorbed by the woman that bore you from her womb? Ummmm thanks? Sorry? No idea. hahaha I do love my Mother and really I took no offense, because that's exactly what I was for the first 4 months. It was a nasty time. However I had my suspicions as to why this pregnancy was so vastly different from my first. That's right. I was convinced I was having a girl. I would refer to the baby as 'her' and say things like 'when she gets here..' and so on. Ed challenged me and told me he knew it was a boy. Just to spite and make our lives a little more interesting I'm sure. As the days approached our ultrasound I started to think that I was going to feel really silly if it turned out to be a boy. I had been telling everyone that I was positive it wasn't. A couple of nights before we found out, I had a dream.

Oh yes. A dream.

That I delivered a baby boy. A month early. He was tiny and had dark hair. Much like Noah did when he was born. I started to get really nervous then. Not that I didn't want a boy. I would love any baby that I was blessed with. But I had already gotten it into my head that I would be holding a sweet bundle wrapped in pink come January. PINK everyone. Oh how I wanted a closet full of and frills and bows and dresses and little white tights and, and the color pink. (which is actually spelled really weird if you look at it for a long time)

But I couldn't get this dream out of my head. I've only had one dream ever come remotely close to reality, and that was when I dreamt my sister in law was pregnant with a baby girl. And guess what? She was! I felt psychic. So if I could dream up the gender of her baby, why not mine right? Well wouldn't you know that the very next day I had a dream that the world was being attacked by zombies and people were dying all around me. So much for dreams! I walked into that ultrasound room with confidence and when it came time for her to reveal the gender of my little bump, I only held my breath for a fraction of a second before I heard her say three beautiful words. It's a girl.

Everyone say it together... awwwwwww.

I looked over at Ed who looked genuinely shocked. I think he had almost convinced himself it was a boy. I just smiled real sweet and said I told you so. Never underestimate the power of Mother's intuition.

The end.

Just kidding. I'm so excited! I can hardly wait. We only found out about a week ago and it was the day before we left on a little holiday so I hadn't had any time to shop. When we got back Ed's sister had been on her own trip to the states when she found out it was a girl so she bought two little dresses. Her very first ones! I can't stop holding them up and looking at them. Trying to imagine her in our lives, in the cute dresses. Ahhhh It's fantastic. Ed laughed at me when he saw me looking at it for the 100Th time last night before bed. It was something I did with Noah too. I would lay out his little take home outfit in his crib and try to imagine what life would be like with something so small and precious. Little did I know it is busier and more chaotic then I could have ever thought up. But it's also more fun and rewarding too. Needless to say we are excited and nervous about our expanding little family. So many adventures ahead!


I mentioned a little holiday didn't I? Well it was the best! We took off with our good friends Amber and Brad to Penticton. And get this! We left Noah. -Gasp- I know right? It was both exciting and nerve wracking for me especially. This would be the first time leaving him anywhere besides one, one night stay at my Moms house when we had a big project we wanted to get finished without a certain little someone 'helping'. It turns out I was nervous for no reason. He did wonderfully and was even weened from his soother by the time we got back. Thanks Mom!

Don't judge me. He liked his soother and I liked my sleep.

Brad's parents own a condo and a beautiful boat out there in BC. We ended up staying for 6 days and it was dare I say.. Heaven. We slept in, took the boat out every day, laughed alot, ate even more and just had a really fantastic time. I loved having that one on one time with Ed. It made me appreciate him like crazy and it was wonderful to see him able to relax and break from all his hard work.

What's a vacation without some pictures?

The beauty Noah likes to call 'Amer'. When we got home I was looking through the memory card from the trip and Noah kept demanding to see more pictures of her. I think he has a little crush. Although he's usually into blonds, so you should feel special Amer.

Being all pregnant and stuff there wasn't much for me to do but sit on the boat. Amber was a trooper and stayed with me. We soaked up some sun and cheered our talented husbands on.

We fished for all of about 10 minutes out of the whole trip. Apparently Brad doesn't have the patience he used to so after he caught a bunch of seaweed 10 minutes in he declared the fishing part of the vacation officially over. No one seemed to mind, there are much better things to do than fish you know.

Like knee boarding and wake boarding. You know, tough manly stuff. Don't you think they look tough and manly?

Ed getting ready for his first attempt at wake boarding after a brief demonstration by our instructor Brad.

He was a little nervous to start out but he caught on really quickly and didn't look back. I don't think I had ever seen him so excited about something other than basketball. He was this little Spanish fish. You couldn't get the guy out of the water!

Most of the time he looked like this.

And then there were other times when he looked like this.

They had so much fun out there and it was really neat to watch him excel at and enjoy something so quickly. Like a kid in a candy store. That was Ed. I couldn't stop smiling at him.

It was sad to head back home at the end but there was talk of making it an annual vacay. So here's to next year!

Earlier in the summer Ed celebrated his twenty eighth birthday and I my big two five! Ed threw me a surprise party with most of our wonderful friends in attendance. It was my first ever surprise party. I told him that's what I wanted months in advance. I even enlisted the help of Amber to plan it because I didn't think Ed would. Well he did, and I really was surprised! It was a couple of days before my actual birthday but he had me going the whole time. Acting all aloof like he didn't even remember that I wanted a party. I even cried that morning thinking that it was just going to be another missed surprise party. Well there you have it. My fantastic actor of a husband pulled it all off for me. My best birthday to date! Good friends, good food, good times. Let's do it again next year!

Blowing out Ed's birthday cake. Every time Noah sees a flame he says 'birthday' and insists on blowing it out. over and over. Not so fun for my scented candles.

And speaking of the little cheese ball. Isn't he a ham? I just love this kid. He keeps us on our toes and makes us laugh all the time. He adores wrestling with his Dad and is getting his little boy merit badges in the forms of bruises and scrapes all over his knees and shins. They're so cute! He has such a fun personality and his vocabulary is expanding daily.

A couple of weeks back I was straightening the house while he played. He had been grabbing at my plant in the living room, which he knows is off limits, all morning and I was getting more than a little frustrated. I had left to put some laundry away when I heard a crash. Already knowing what I was going to find I took a deep breath and counted to the customary 10 before I walked back into the living room.

I didn't say anything, just stood in the middle of the room with my hands on my hips, trying to give him my very best impression of my mom's angry eyes.

He looked at the plant, then at me, then at the plant again until he threw his little hands up in the air and said "are you kidding me?!"

How could I be mad after that?? The little phrase courtesy of his Father's road rage. He melts my heart.

Somewhere in between all of the summer activity, my little boy grew up. Into a big boy complete with a big boy bed.

Which lasted approximately less than 24 hours.

I caved at 4:00 a.m.

I was so excited for the milestone that I completely overlooked how much work it was going to be. I started thinking about how much I love my sleep, need my sleep, and so there I was in the wee hours of the morning with my screwdriver, confining my son, once again to his crib.

I just wasn't ready for it. Maybe we'll try again in a couple of months. When I'm a little older.

Well that just about recaps the highlights of the summer as far as I can remember. It's good to be back blogging again, I'm equally excited to catch up on everyone else's lives via the internet.

I'm sure you're all doing mostly what we are. Trying to settle into a schedule again, waiting for school to start. I'm always sad to see the end of summer but it also means the start of my favorite season. Fall. Mmmm I can almost hear the crunch of the leaves and smell the crisp air. I'm ready!If anyone has any good ideas about Halloween costumes or any websites I can look at for Noah please let me know. I'm having a hard time finding one that I like.

consider yourself lucky

because if we never run into each other in the next 9 months, this is the only picture of me pregnant you will ever see.

In this particular gem of a photo, I am a mere 9 weeks. That means, according to my calculations, by January I shall be roughly the size of a whale. Heaven help us.


I had such good intentions with this pregnancy. I wanted to get out and be very active this summer. Then came the nausea.

I have never known nausea like this before. At least once every five minutes I have to mentally tell myself not to throw up, not to give in to the crazy urges to hurl. And this is me on medication that is supposed to suppress said urges. In fact, not even 10 minutes ago I was brushing my teeth, preparing for bed when I thought to myself, 'I can't remember what it's like to not feel the need to constantly empty the contents of my stomach.' It's disgusting. And I am praying it ends tomorrow. I know it won't, but somehow just praying for it helps.

This is my life right now. Every food I see grosses me out, I have begged and pleaded with Ed to no longer wear deodorant or cologne and I am considering washing my hair with my soap as that seems to be the only scented thing in the shower that doesn't bother me. My shampoo must absolutely go, as well as the dish soap we currently use. Long rides in the car are SO out of the question and even turning a corner in my house too sharply is sometimes too much. The only relief I get is when I sleep. Oh how I wish I could sleep until this is over. I know this is a lot of complaining. But the reality is that even getting out of bed in the morning has become such a task that I think I shall take a short blog break for a while.

I hope this will pass sooner than later. Until then, I shall be catching up on a lot of rest and recruiting the much needed assistance of my wonderful husband.

Loves - Muah!

Oooooh, look what we did

Yes, that's right, we did the unthinkable and had Noah's hair cut. It was a spur of the moment idea and the minute we walked out of the building Ed and I were regretting it.

Why?? Why did we give in to the peer pressure? I think the straw that broke the camels back was when an anonymous source told me that Noah looked 'uncared for' with his long locks.

I'm finally coming to terms with it, but the first couple of days he looked so different it nearly broke my heart. I was debating just gluing his little curls back on, but we all know that would have been a disaster. He looks more like a little boy and less like a baby. Which really was the whole point of the appointment because.....

That's right.
Noah's going to be a big brother.
Naturally we're thrilled! I'll admit, I'm a little nervous of what this means. There's going to be an even parent/child ratio. Despite what people say.. I still remember the pains of labor. (and for the record, I don't know how you can forget something like that) But the thing I'm most worried about is running on almost zero sleep while still trying to maintain a normal home life for the rest of the family. I'm not the best person when I don't get my sleep. Things can get a little scary.
But when I think of how I felt when I first saw Noah, I know things will just work themselves out. And eventually, I'll have two kids sleeping through the night and I'll wonder what I was ever scared of.

Anyways, the baby is due in January. Which makes me just over one month along. I know it's safer to wait until the three month mark to start telling people, but I have this problem when it comes to keeping good news to myself. I just can't do it!

Already this pregnancy is different. I wasn't sick with Noah until the 6 week mark, but this baby is determined to torture me with heartburn and motion sickness like you wouldn't believe! Being in the car is the absolute worst, but even chasing Noah around the house did me in the other day. I'm not sure how women ever survived without Diclectin. It's been my life saver.
All in all, we couldn't be happier and are looking forward to everything the new year will bring!



I managed to get a little video clip of Noah during the haircut just to give you a taste of what the entire 20 minutes looked like...

Happy Mothers Day to All!

Especially my own very special and incredible mother with whom I have a wonderful and lasting friendship. You inspire me to be better, to do better and you always find the good in me. Even when I'm not always listening :) Thank you for all your efforts and years of support!

To my beautiful sisters, those with and without children. The qualities of Motherhood do not come only by having babies. Each of you is unique and very close to my heart. Thank you for your support and understanding in helping me raise my Son. It really does take a village - or in this case, a whole buncha sista's!

Love you!

busy busy

This week I'm hosting a recipe club dinner at my house so I've been cleaning and organizing and shopping like mad. It was driving Ed crazy. I mean 'was' because now that everything has finally come together (minus a few details) he is very happy with the results. We've lived in this humble little apartment for two and a half years now and just in the last week it's really started to feel like a home. It's amazing what a few throw pillows and some plants will do to brighten up a living room.

Our theme for this months recipe club is French Cuisine. It's been a real challenge to think of something that I could attempt to make. Do you want to know what my crazy mind came up with? Creme Brulee. Whew. Wish me luck. I'm doing a sample one this afternoon. Just in case I need a couple of days to rethink my food choice.

Noah was sick again. Does anyone have any idea's on how to naturally boost children's immune systems? It seems every time I turn around he's caught something someone has been walking around with. I love my little boy, but he is miserable when he's sick. Who can really blame him? I hate being sick just as much as the next guy. I'm just asking for a breather in between the bouts of illness. Plus I'm a tad worried about his little body not being able to ward off most bugs easily.

This time when he got sick we were driving on the highway, heading to a BBQ in Okotoks. It was projectile, I was trying to catch it in my bare hands, and it was disgusting. Give me a thousand dirty diapers to change and I'd gladly do it, but the puke? I have a really hard time handling that. To top it all off, we got lost shortly after that and took the longest detour in the history of really long detours. If you can imagine that. He was back to his old self quick enough and was running around the back yard like nothing had happened. But now he has this icky cough. It never ends! Please help.


And because I always like to read a post with pictures, here's some from our week:

Noah asks to play Guitar Hero at least once every day. He especially loves it when his best friend plays with him.

It would seem my husband cannot keep his eyes open for the picture.

These little beaut's are the shoes I bought for Lu Lu Bean. At least twice his size. He didn't take them off the whole afternoon.

Awww aren't cousins sooo cute?

Adorable.