Neglect the blog much? Um, yes. I have a life that includes children and a husband, and a job I have to return to next week. Yucky, yuck, yuck, yuck! So, uh, what's been going is this: Owen is growing like a weed and gaining weight like a (what gains weight at a medium pace) little baby, I guess. He's at 9 lbs 14 oz today. Last night I measured him with the measuring tape and he's 23 inches long. Dude is long and skinny. And precious. He has a cold which I took him to the doctor for today. I hoped, prayed, crossed my fingers and knocked on wood that his cold wasn't RSV. All that must've helped because the little guy tested negative! He did, however, get doctor's orders for an ultrasound on his nether regions. The doctor thinks he may have a hernia. If he is feeling better tomorrow then I may take him. I just can't stand the thought of my little guy crying his eyes out with a stopped up nose and drool falling out of his mouth. I just can't torture him any more than this cold already is. So, that's Owen's current goings on. And on to Evan. My boy, the one who made me a mama, turned 11 this past Friday. Eleven years I've been loving deeply. What a wonderful feeling it is. He's getting to be such a pre teen. He has a smart mouth and will smack his lips in an instant if I say something he doesn't like. It's cool though, he still gives me random hugs and loves on me when he thinks no one is looking. He is still a huge help with his brother and does the sweetest things for him, all the while torturing his sister. Evan is also grounded for a month. It's his mouth. And it's either soap for it or something that will really work like restriction with no tv, DSi, phone, friends or playing outside. I know he's miserable and I hope it'll work. Silent prayer here....Lord please let his report card be decent because I don't know how much of this grounding thing I can handle. Please, Father. Please. Amen. Now, to the little squirt. Ya know, I used to refer to her as The Little One. No longer. Sad. She's 6 now, dontchaknow! She is still doing very well in school. Last night she did something pretty darn funny. She came out of her room at bedtime to tell me goodnight. It's her common ploy to get more stay up time. When she came to me I noticed that she had on bright pink lipstick and the bluest eye shadow I've ever seen, kinda like Mimi's from the Drew Carey show. So, I asked her what was up with her face, why'd you put on makeup. Her response, "Well, my lips feel chapped." Yeah, and what about your eyelids? Are they chapped too? Ha! That kid cracks me up. She's been asking for chores lately. I give her the good stuff like sweeping and vacuuming which she's no good at, but it makes her proud to do anyway. Man, I love that kid!
One more thing I've been thinking lately- I'm happy with my life. I've always been a happy person but I am truly happy with the way my life is going. I have a wonderful husband (not perfect, mind you but wonderful nonetheless) and three kids who I love more than I could've ever imagined. We are good people and we're raising our kids together. I couldn't ask for more. I am so incredibly thankful for this life I have been given. Life, love and laughter is good.
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