Quattro

Hey there little Guy!

I have just begun to feel you move, it happens enough now that I know it is you. Tiny little flutters and twinges to me, but Im sure you are kicking, flipping, and punching your little heart out in there.

Do you know what you are in for? 1 crazy loving big sister that will hug you so tightly you'll burst. 1 of the sweetest big brother's ever who will teach you to ride a bike or tie your shoes with never-ending patience. 1 big brother who will wrestle and chase you until you both collapse in giggles.

I should know by now to not even try to guess what we are in for, but I do anyway. Will you be like her? Will you look like him? Will you have dimples or curls?

For now I will be content with feeling your tiny kicks, reminding me that you are, in fact, on your way.



picture found on google images...I can't decide if it is so cool or so creepy...

My Little

E & D went back to school day after a 2 week stretch of vacation, snow days and sick days. They were excited. Although I miss them, it was fun to be with my little, who isn't so little and won't be the little for much longer.

We went to the grocery store where he promptly removed his favorite snow boots and ran through the store in his socks. He also removed gazillions of heavy cans from the shelves and sang Jingle Bells at the top of his lungs for the majority of the event.

When we finally arrived at the check out and loaded our opened, half eaten items onto the belt - two of the workers came over to our cart.

"We missed you guys! Where have you been?"

I looked at them, then looked behind me, looked back at them and slowly closed my gaping mouth. "Are you talking to us?"

"Of course! We love seeing this crazy little guy!"

My thoughts exactly.

Out of Woods

Well, at least on the edge.

Drew is doing well, although still popping out some cute little hives on his face, elbows and legs. Benedryl is doing the trick for him, although I do detest giving medicine to my little ones.

Ella is still coughing, but thankfully the fever is gone. The dry air of winter has tamed her curls a bit, but the fever and its accompanying sweats brought those ringlets right back - a little silver lining. We are waiting for her disposition to return to normal, sometimes I wonder if the antibiotic she is on was mistakenly filled with teenage hormones.

Tyler woke up on Sunday as Polka Dot the Clown. It is both funny and sad. He is covered from the tips of his ears to his teeny toes with a Roseola rash. He isn't itchy or uncomfortable, although he did spend considerable time in the tubby "me wash polka dots off!" His cough has worsened slightly, poor little guy sounds like he has been smoking since birth. One plus is that my usually obstinate kid is a dream patient. He LOVES medicine, blows his own nose, and he remembers to throw the tissue in the garbage. What more could a mother ask for?!

We will return to the land of the living this week - get us out of here!!!