Had to share a couple of pics

Took these both this weekend and just wanted to show off our beautiful children.

Ever just have one of those weeks?

Our household was apparently bitten by the stomach bug over the past week and a half. It started last Thursday night with Diesel. Pook woke us up about 4:30 Monday morning with her turn. Her bout was accompanied by a 101.4 temp. That was fun! Normally, I'm usually inexplicably immune to the kids illnesses. Sooooo not the case this time. I spent most of Thursday in the bed, finally returning to the land of the living on Friday. So hopefully that explains the pitiful non-updated nature of the blog.

Tiny confession to make...part of the reason the blog wasn't updated this week is because it was premiere week for all the shows. Had to scope out which new ones are going to make the cut in this house. Jury is still out so I'll have to post more about it later.

A special screening of Happy Feet is beckoning. The Pookster wants me to come watch with her so duty calls.

Oh yeah...

New blog header! Do you like it?

R-E-D...that spells red!

Another bragging post on the ever so precious Pookster. I just can't get over how much she is learning. We played a quick round of Boggle Jr. (thanks for leaving it Nae) before her bath last night and I was amazed at what she was able to do. Then as we were reading her bedtime story last night, she stopped me when I read the word red and proceeded to tell me how to spell it! She also had to show her daddy the word in the book. I love how far her letter recognition has come.

Upchucking

The Diesel and I are at home today. He vomitted three times last night and then once again this morning so we are, of course, banned from daycare. He doesn't even remotely act like he feels bad and he's not running a fever so we're at a loss for what's wrong. He's been on amoxicillin for a week now and I'm wondering if it's some kind of reaction to that. I've got a call in to the doctor so we'll see what he says.

In the meantime, I'm going to try and clean some of the house, do a little scrappin' and catch a nap if I can.

New LOs

Posted a couple of new LOs for your perusal and enjoyment! :)

Growing, growing, growing

Why is it that our kids can't stay little forever? Of course, I don't really mean that, but I am amazed at how quickly they grow. Both kiddos had doctor's appointments yesterday. Pook for her 4 year visit and Diesel for his 9 month check-up. Diesel went first and he now weighs in at 19 lbs. 14 oz. and is 28.5 inches tall. He's a growing, healthy boy with a double ear infection.
Yep, you read that right. An infection in both ears. He's inherited my family curse. The thing is you would never have known his ears were hurting him. He hasn't tugged on them or any of the normal signs. Looking back the only thing that could have tipped us off was him shaking his head no for the past couple of days. Well, that and the fact that he fell asleep in his saucer on Thursday evening while I was getting his dinner ready. Thankfully, we've now got him on antibiotics and on the road to wiping those nasty things out.

The Pookster weighs 29 lbs. and is 37.5 inches tall. She's still in the 10th percentile on the charts for her age. Developmentally (according to those sheets they have you fill out) she's in the 90th percentile for a 5.5 year old. She really is a bright child.
(I know, I know...knock off the "my child is a genius speak"...but you know that's not what I'm saying.) She had to get 3 shots and that was no fun. In true Pookster fashion, she recovered quickly and went straight for the toy box. The yo-yo was her choice of comfort this time. However, I was able to take a photo of something you never see in our house...Pook asleep at 5:30 in the afternoon, completely unprompted.

BTW, aren't sleeping baby pictures just the best?

B...B...Bear

Bear, bubbles, balloon, boy, baseball, bat, beans...the list goes on and on. I got quite the education on all things that start with the letter B on our way to the grocery store yesterday. Our little Pookster is a sponge and soaking up so much new stuff at her new school. I am amazed at what she has learned in the few weeks since school started. She sings the Days of the Week song, the I Can Spell Red song, and their darling Following Directions song. Her name writing has improved and I'm floored at the things she knows now. My sweet little girl is thriving at school...

...and driving us batty at home. I'm praying this argumentative phase ends soon...very soon. I find my patience wearing extremely thin and I'm searching for the strength to endure it. She is still a loving and sweet as they come, but it seems as everything is a battle. God grant me wisdom to deal with it all.

Afternoon at home

I'm spending the afternoon at home today. Our daycare for the Diesel called and he was running a fever. I picked him and Pook up and came home. Thankfully, Diesel is no longer running that fever, just a snotty nose which could be attributed to his allergies and/or teething. He still hasn't cut a tooth yet. Nine months old on Friday and no toofers. Pook finally had one pop through the morning of her 9 month check up. Don't see one coming through for the Diesel by Friday.

A cold front has moved in and brought allergies with it and I'm pretty much miserable so an afternoon at home was just what the doctor ordered. Not such a bad deal, all in all.

I am NOT small!

Our dear, sweet, petite Pookster has a severe aversion to the words small and little when used to describe her. Naturally, I have a story to illustrate just that point. On Tuesday, Grammie picked Pook up from school and when I met them at the door this is the coversation that ensued:

"Mommy, Walker said I was small!"
"Well, Pook, you are not as tall as everyone else so I'm sure that's what he meant."
"Nuh-uh. He said I wasn't 4 and that I was small!"
"Honey, you just aren't the same size as everybody else and that's okay."
"Well, I am NOT small!"

And off into the house she went in a huff. Bless her tiny heart.

And it begins...

Yesterday, Pook told me that now that she was 4 she wouldn't whine anymore. (We'd previously had a conversation about how being 4 meant being a big girl and not whining.) I was so proud of her and she's been true to her word since yesterday. However, on our way to Chuck E Cheese's yesterday, she began to argue with me in that way that she does. When I said to her, "You know, 4 year olds don't argue either" this is the response I got. "Oh Mother, I'm still 3!" Grammie and I just about lost it. She's been dying to be 4, but apparently only when it works in her best interest. She later told us that it was "all just a little joke!" Man, are we in trouble when she hits her teens or what?

Where did the time go?

From this...


...to this


The Pookster is 4 today! So strange considering that I can remember vividly the day she was born. I'd never really understood love at first sight until the first time I looked at her. Isn't it amazing how much love we are capable of? A gift from God. Both the love and her. At 4, she now seems like a little girl and not the baby I want to hold on to. She is our opiniated chatterbox and oh-so-sweet lovebug. She is always telling us how much she loves us and I promise you that we never tire of hearing it. She is super-inquistive and incredibly smart. She'll be much smarter than me very soon I'm afraid. Her personality is bigger than she is and one look at those eyes tells you that she'll conquer the world someday. I pray that she always knows that she has us in her corner...that we want her to fly, but know that she'll always have a place to land. I pray that she will continue to grow in the love of the Lord and will one day make her own decision to follow Him.

I want to be able to put down in words everything I want for her, but words fail me and I find myself sitting here crying. Maybe that's my cue to turn in for the night. Maybe I'll be able to come back tomorrow and post more.