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Last Week our little guy was sick.

He had RSV and had to stay in the hospital for two days.

It was scary to see him struggling to breath.

Things got much better once they gave him oxygen.

Despite feeling crumby, he was still such a happy little nugget.

The nurses nicknamed him "The Faker".

We are happy to have Brady back home. Still not 100%, but at least he can breath!
And now, so can I.

Just a taste...

Easter...
Goat(s)...

Dress-Up...

The new maid...

Go ahead, ask...if you dare!

April Fool...

Ethan

I love this kid.

He reminds me not to take life too seriously.

It was one of those mornings. Woke up with my list of "things to do", a long list at that. Rolled out of bed, threw some clothes on, began my day. Headed toward the kitchen to fetch myself some breakfast. I look up at the clock. It reads 10:30am. NO! It can't be. Look at another clock. Same result. Did I really sleep until 10:30am? CRAP! I am soooo behind. Grab the laptop and login. Hmmm. Suspicious. Lower right hand clock on the Sony Vaio reads 8:30am.

Meanwhile, Ethan still slumbers in his bed upstairs. I hear footsteps approaching from the basement, it's Mike..."I know, he got me too. I thought I missed my morning meeting". We both couldn't help but laugh. It didn't even occur to me that it was April 1st. Good thing I have an eleven year old that will never let me forget.

Yep, Still Alive!

Enough already.

I know.

I get it.

So, I haven't blogged in a really long time. You know it's been a while when your blog is at the bottom of all your friends sidebars. Like, the very bottom.

Sad thing is, I don't really have much to say. Just thought I would post a cute pic of my little nugget. Brady actually doesn't resemble any part of a nugget anymore, more like a small fry.

Hmmm, I'm hungry.

More in another seven months.

Or not?

Eat, Sleep, Poop...Repeat.

Eat, sleep, poop, repeat.
That pretty much sums up my last three weeks.
I forgot how time consuming babies are.
I forgot that no matter how much I plan ahead, I will always be late.
It's now Brady's schedule, not mine.
But, I love it.
I love to snuggle with him, smell him.
I remember how fast time goes by.
I have learned to cherish these times.
Yes, even the sleepless nights and dirty diapers.
I am content. Happy and content.
So is he.

"When are you due?"

I am thinking of starting my own maternity wear business. Perhaps a T-shirt line with quotes like "My due date is ___, so don't ask" or how about "if I don't know you, don't tell me about your birthing experiences"!

For some reason, I have been bombarded this pregnancy by random strangers who feel obligated in some way to give me "advice" or go into explicit detail of their own special deliveries. At first, I was flattered that I could still be mistaken for a first-time mom to be. But, it's starting to get a little creepy.

Tonight while grocery shopping, an overweight, middle-aged, greasy woman, felt so inclined to share her delivery experience with me. I tried to be polite. It didn't work. I was at the other end of the cereal isle before she even realized I had started to walk away! She took a few quick, sharp turns to avoid the oatmeal and syrup display, and was soon back at my side to continue her story. By the time we reached the milk case, vomit had already started to climb the back of my throat. Saved by the fresh aroma of oranges, I quickly proceeded to the checkout stand to get as far away from this woman as possible.

I just don't get it? I don't go shopping in hopes that a seasoned woman will be there to "enlighten" me on this aspect of life. If I really want details about other women and their disgusting deliveries...I will turn the T.V. on and watch TLC!

Happy Birthday Ethan!

For Ethan's birthday this year, he decided he was old enough to go visit family in Utah. So for his "official" birthday yesterday, he wasn't home (sniff, sniff), but we were able to have a party for him before he left town.

Ethan really wanted to go to Chatfield to go boating for his party. He invited a couple friends for a sleepover the night before, then we headed to the lake in the morning.

If only everyday at Chatfield could be like this one. So calm, great weather, nice water, hardly any other boaters...Perfect! Mike had me convinced this is why we own a boat.

Ethan, Zach, and Trey.


It was a great day to celebrate turning 11.

We miss Ethan and cant wait for him to get home!