Back to the Doctor's Office...

Penicillin resistant. I never thought it would affect one of us so soon. Especially the one who in the almost two years of his life has never been sick much less tasted a lick of an antibiotic! How does this happen?

I'll tell you how. They got smart. Real smart.

It's been 82 years since Dr. Fleming discovered penicillin. That's 82 years for the pesky microscopic bacteria to come together and revolt. And revolt they did...

Somehow Connor has the funk that is resistant to penicillin. We went back to the doctor today and once again, double ear infection. The poor kid just can't get a break. Now it's back with a vengeance - fever, cough, runny nose and stomach symptoms that haven't been fun to deal with.

So we've gone from ten days on the pink-bubble-gum tasting stuff to ten days on the new chalky-white-cherry tasting stuff, a 'cousin' of penicillin.

We're crossing our fingers and hoping it works this time. We're also assuming we'll be back to the doctor next week for the same exact thing with Andrew...again. (Especially since I found Connor 'sharing' his cheerios with Andrew while I was turned around for a minute today - and by 'sharing' I mean all three fingers were inside of Andrew's mouth, gently placing the cheerio on his tongue. What a sweet big brother! Thank you Connor...)

Please ignore any boogies you may see in this picture...

He's really not this miserable, he's just too cool to smile these days. I mean, come on, check out the stance...

The Kitchen Floor...

The other day I was making dinner. Andrew was sleeping and Connor was playing in the kitchen. After a few minutes, he looked up at me and put his hands up for me to pick him up. I had just made myself a cup of tea and was waiting for the water in the pot to boil for the pasta. I looked down at him, grabbed my cup of tea and sat down on the kitchen floor. I figured I would sit with my tea and we could play together. He stood there, looked at me, then ran away, into the other room. He then ran back in with his sippy cup and sat down next to me. I sipped my tea, he sipped his sippy cup.

Sitting on the kitchen floor with him I realized a few things:
1. I can't see the dirty dishes sitting in the sink from here
2. My floor is actually cleaner than I think
3. Connor doesn't care about either of these things

I need to do this more often...

It's Happening...

Watching the Backyardigans before bed as they wave good bye on the TV:
Connor: (waving to the TV) Hiiiiiii....Seeeulatrrrrrr

As Daddy puts him to bed:
Mommy: Na-Night Connor. I love you.
Connor: eyyywuvyouuu

On our way to church this morning (Keith and I are talking to each other as we're driving along side the train tracks):
Connor: *Gasps and points* Ttttrrraaaaaaaain. Ttttrrraaaaaaaaaain.

Daddy taking Connor to the store today:
Mommy: Bye, bye Connor. I love you.
Connor: Hiiiii (He still hasn't quite gotten the 'B' down.) Seeeeulatrrrr!

Some things are clear as day, others not so much, but we definitely know what he's trying to say!
Stay tuned folks....we think the language explosion is happening!

On another note, at church this morning, Connor was eating his raisins while sitting between us. When he heard the music start he be-bopped up and down in his seat, dancing along with the music. This music wasn't too be-boppy, if you know what I mean, but somehow he made it seem like it was the best pop song out there. As soon as the lady started singing, so did Connor....throughout the whole song. When the song was over, he clapped for himself and yelled "Yayyyyy, yayyyyy." Keith and I couldn't hide our giggles. It was great.

How Prepared Are You?

My whole theme this year is organization. Decluttering, throwing things out that aren't necessary, organizing and just making sure everything has it's own place...and of course, looks pretty too. We started with our most cluttered room which was the dining room. It was seldom used and easily became the room we put things in that didn't have a place. I hated it. It drove me nuts to look at it. Now, it's pretty much an empty room with toys everywhere...and it still drives me nuts. We're getting there though. It's much better than it was and I actually feel a little lighter because of it.

I've been researching 'organization' for a few weeks now and probably one of the most important finds I've come across is the 'household binder.' What is it, you ask? Well, it's basically a binder with everything that is important to you, nestled into one complete binder, centrally located where everyone can access it. Everyone's is different and you can personalize it to what works best for your family. Some of the tabs that will be going into ours are: emergency information, calendars (school, birthday, and the main calendar to work off of), individual information (including medical), menu planning (grocery lists and dinners) and financial information. It will be kept in our kitchen so that we can access it when needed.

In the process of all of this, I've made two separate binders; one with Connor and Andrew's medical information and one that will go in our fire safe with all of our sensitive information...things like log ins and passwords and account numbers. I've been working on this one for a few weeks now and I must say, I am very overwhelmed. You don't realize how many account numbers and passwords and log ins you have until you try to write them all down!

I think what keeps me going with all of this is knowing that should anything happen to myself or Keith, there will be one central place with all of our information. We never know what tomorrow brings but we can always make it easier on our loved ones should something unexpected happen.

I mean, it IS pretty important for Keith to know that I have an account with Macy's...

Oops...! Sorry honey!

So hopefully I've jogged a few "Mmmm, I need to do that's" with this post. As usual, I've gone to the extreme with word documents, binders, three hole punches and pretty paper, but you really just need to jot down your financial information and throw it in a fire safe. Just in case...

A Family Visit, Updates on our Colds, and Two Historic Events in One Day...

Grammy and PopPop Bob visited us last weekend. It was a great visit but very short. Unfortunately both boys were coughing and sniffling away but we made the best of it. We're still trying to get rid of this funk we all seem to have so hopefully a few more days and we'll be rid of it once and for all?

Two historic events happened today. The first was the inauguration of President Obama. I had chills watching his speech today and I can only hope that this is the change that this country needs. "Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and begin again the work of remaking America."

The second historic event was that Connor and Andrew got their first taste of snow...and, no, we didn't leave the state! Raleigh got 7 inches of snow today. It was very exciting; all of the schools were closed, all the neighbors were walking in the middle of the street with their sleds heading to our big community hill, mail wasn't delivered, even the doctor's office was closed! I made chicken soup and we had the fireplace on all day. It finally felt like winter. However, by the end of the week temperatures are supposed to be in the 50s so it won't last. At least we'll be able to air out the house a bit then!

Comes with the Territory...

We have our first sick day. I mean, I knew it was bound to happen. I just didn't think it would be this soon. So far, only Connor is affected but he's feeling pretty bad today. Hopefully today is the worst of it. The dreaded 'D' started yesterday, along with a fever and an awful sounding cough. He was pretty much acting himself yesterday but we took it easy anyway. Today, he doesn't want to be out of Mommy's sight and most often wants to be held and cuddled. So it looks like it will be a day spent in front of the TV. Sigh.....

Here's a picture of him a few days ago. Connor decided to try Daddy's shoes on.

As for Andrew, well, along with teething, he has taken to growling. Yes, you read that right. Growling. I first noticed it last week when he was in his Jumperoo. Every time Tayza walked by him he would make this deep-throated noise. After it happened a few times I thought to myself, well I'll be darned, he's growling at Tayza! Sure enough, I got down on my hands and knees, growled at him and he growled back! When Keith came home, he tried it too and Andrew growled back! Unbelievable. I hope to get it on video soon and post it. In the meantime, here's a picture of our little "growler"...