a day in the blife

i've been thinking of things during the day that i want to blog about. but somehow i just don't get around to it. the same way i don't get around to putting the laundry away, or getting the dishwasher completely emptied before someone wakes up, or finishes eating, or needs a new diaper. . .

i am truly thankful that most nights K is sleeping from 7:30 or 8pm til 5 or 6am. but this week he's been getting up at 4:45ish and is hungry all day long. i guess it's that 3 month growth spurt. (i just made that up, but it sounds about right). i am all FOR growth spurts. I am very thankful that he is growing. i just don't have the energy i need to give him all the extra calories he's craving PLUS get through the day without a nap myself. Ahhh, the woes of housewifery. i am just making myself more thankful as i write this-- as i could be writing about a LOT more trying times. i'll take the growth spurts! Thank you, Lord!

so i don't take as many pictures as i used to -- and i don't write about the silly little things i used to... like the lady who walked up to me in the parking lot of the grocery store and offered me an open bag of apple-cinnamon rice cakes, saying she just opened them and didn't care for them, and wondered if i'd like them, cuz she saw that i had carseats in my car, and assumed i had kids. . . hmm. to take and eat or NOT to take and eat? that is the question i would have spent a whole blog post on. but now i just think, "huh. this is a dilemma. i should blog about it." and then never do. i just hem and haw over whether or not it's ethical to feed the rice cakes to my child til i finally throw the bag away, realizing the risk of even getting another cold isn't worth it... let alone poisoning him for the sake of not wasting a bunch of cinnamon-puffed air.

which brings me to another milestone i didn't have a ton of time to blog about, but would have previously...in my former blife... (blogging life): Christian and Kyren share their first Colds. last week C started coughing, and next thing we know he has a full blown cold. totally not a big, horrible ordeal... unless you're almost 2 yrs old and have never had a cold before. Yes, again, i'm very thankful for this fact! but the poor little guy was adorably miserable for several days. he woke up crying the first night - so upset we thought he was having a night terror. later i realized he was just super-mad that he couldn't breathe and suck his pacifier at the same time. at one point in the night he said with great annoyance and drama, "mommmmy! i have a sick. take it out!" referring to his plugged nose. i finally got him to go to sleep by putting him on the couch to watch a movie...but before i even turned the computer on, he was asleep. so precious. i guess i could have used those moments to blog. but somehow that didn't occur to me. it was 2am.

we prayed and hoped that Kyren would not get the cold... and that if he did, it would not go to his lungs. i've never seen anything like it, but not only did he not get any lung issues, he only had a MILDly runny nose and a tiny bit of congestion-- not even enough to disrupt his eating or sleeping. God is good! Dave and i both got sore throats, but they cleared up in a day or two. So all in all the boys' first Colds were an only partially blog-worthy event. but it was the first thing they've "shared"-- so i guess that makes it special!

well, it's taken me a good 15 minutes to write all this, and unbelievably they are both still asleep... definitely too rare of a precious moment to waste -- the laundry is calling my name. ahh, but so is my own bed...

oh wait... so is Christian.