Day at the Aquarium

Daddy Wrangler!

Cattle rustler or bounty hunter?

Rodeo or circus performer?

Masseuse or flee remover?

"The Gray Outfit"

My mom sent me a little gray long-john looking suit for Elsa when she was born. It was/is one of my favorites.

This is Elsa wearing it when she was a couple of months old. And this is Adele, at six weeks. Complete with hat. Uh...I don't think this was her favorite one though.
And this is Benjamin wearing it. We machoed it up a bit for him, and as we all know, nothing says macho like a blue rhino.

Chillaxing

Oh don't worry, she asked first. Seriously, she held up Dad's phone, and pointed at the swing, and I said "Oh sure" so she crawled in and stared up her game. She also turned on the music and lights, cause that's the only way to swing.

That's My Boy

He never sits anywhere for more than 10 minutes without having a meltdown unless you pick him up and walk around with him. So, I was more than ecstatic when he was sitting still for more than an hour without crying. On the contrary, he was quite happy.


That, in itself, is reason enough to be happy. But it's what made him happy for so long that made me so proud.


That's right! He was happy watching the Broncos crush the Chiefs.

That's my boy!!!

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Slumber Party

The other night, Elsa got into Adele's crib with her. "The nerve of some people," declared Adele, and she squealed and pushed on Elsa with all her might trying to throw her out. I was surprised, Adele is awfully social so I thought she would enjoy the company. I guess the only thing she is more than social is territorial.

I told disappointed Elsa that they could have a slumber party in the spare room that weekend, and me being a woman of my word (and Elsa never forgetting ANYTHING EVER) I let them pull out the sleeping bags last Friday night. This was how I found them about an hour after bed time:

And this is how I found them early the next morning:

Then, later, I cleaned the house, cross my heart and swear it!

Mr. Mom

One of the many things Ry does that I love is get up early weekend mornings and keep the kids happy (as happy as possible) for an hour or two while I catch up on sleep. (I do deserve it after all.)

This is what I came downstairs to this morning. It would be hard for me to pick which of these people I am most in love with.

Guy Smiley (More or Less)

On the rare occasion when his belly is both full and calm, this is his usual reaction.

P.S. There is nothing wrong with Tinker Bell for boys so shut-up!

Intense moment in the game!

Well He Agrees With Adele! Elsa is the MOST HILARIOUS PERSON OF ALL TIME!!!!

Adele and Benjamin - Chillin'

I Wear My Sunglasses At Night…and When I'm Sick

I stayed home with Adele the day after she went to the hospital. I gave her some sunglasses and she wore them for a very long time. This also included an afternoon snack.




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Super Swell Adele

I have no clue where she gets it.

One More Trick

As you may have been able to tell from the last 7 million posts, we have had tons of Halloween fun this year, so by Sunday, the actual day of Halloween, I thought we were partied clean out.

But there was one last scare. Adele was a bit "out of it" for the festivities on Saturday. And then all day Sunday she was sleepy, and feverish. She would not eat, and sat on the couch looking lethargically at movies for 6 hours. Despite doses of Tylenol and Motrin, her fever was riding somewhere around 101-103 ish and, about 8:30 PM, it hit 105.

I took her into the ER, where this guy, who said he was a doctor, ordered a throat swab to check for strep, a chest x-ray, and some other fun tests. The test were performed by a nurse with pink crimped hair in a side pony-tail, Debbie Gibson style, and a guy with David Bowie hair and an arm full of fake tattoos. The entire ER staff was dressed as though the 80's had returned from the dead.

Tests showed that Adele had really elevated white blood cell counts which they told me meant she was fighting off a "super gnarly" infection. She had some gunk in her chest x-rays, an ear infection, which he said were both little infections, but her kidneys were badly infected.

So, a man in a Led Zeppelin shirt and corresponding hair-do came in and gave my poor baby an IV. Debbie Gibson nurse administered a Popsicle and a pacifier (which now has teeth marks in it as it was given to her just before they did the IV). The Popsicle was rejected.
We got home early in the morning, and Adele is taking an oral antibiotic, fever/pain reducers, and sleeping like a log.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!