Keep breathing

I took the kids out to lunch the other day after I picked up Lauren from school. At the table next to us was another mom with her 3 and 4 year old daughters. The little girls all started talking, asking each other their names and ages. Once they had that straight, they moved on to the parents' names. Lauren said, "My daddy's name is Adam, but Mama calls him..."

At this point my I held my breath and I could feel my face get red. I had no idea what she was going to say.

"...Honey."

Sigh.

Happy Easter!

Hope everyone got their fill of chocolate bunnies. More pictures here.

"Eat? Eat? Eat? Eat?"

"No, Buddy, not right now, just smile."

Good times

We went to my grandma's this weekend for a family party and I got some great pictures at dinner on Saturday.

Lauren was so excited to be cutting her own food - only salad, don't worry, no steak knives just yet!

My silly guy, before he spilled a cup of coffee (cold, luckily) on both of us.

Check this out

Watch my friend Jenny on the news this morning getting her head shaved. She looks great! Here's the link again if you want to donate to this fabulous cause.

Never say never

Yesterday afternoon I was having a conversation with a few of the other preschool moms about emergency room visits - whether we'd had any or not. Well, Murphy's Law was listening when I said we hadn't had cause to take either of the kids in yet. Six hours later, we had to take Owen in because he had a rapid onset high fever and was unresponsive, etc. By the time they took his temperature at the hospital it had spiked to 104.8!

Long story short, he has been diagnosed with facial cellulitis and also has a side effect of a pretty bad ear infection. He got two shots of a very strong antibiotic last night in the ER, and four more followed this morning at the pediatrician's office. We have another appointment in the morning to follow up yet again.

He turned a corner today around 1:30, though. He had been sitting in my lap on the couch all day when he suddenly stood up, climbed onto the arm of the couch, and dive bombed his sister!

Look at how pink his poor little left cheek was! And that is a hospital gown, by the way - I would never put my boy in something that hideous!

Spring training is underway

Proof I own more than Old Navy clothes

Saturday night was Dad's retirement party thrown by the fire department. We got a sitter for the kids and had a nice quiet ADULT evening. Here's the fam:

For Auntie Robin

Dueling sippy cups

Stinky feet = bath time