Hospital Stay

It's been quite a week. Well, I suppose it actually started two weeks ago. Superbowl Sunday to be exact. Erik woke up with a fever and was really cranky. After two dayswith a fever and lots of crying, for the first time as a mother I had to deal with an ear infection (I was happy to have avoided it for so long). So after a week of staying indoors and listening to Erik cry a whole lot, he started to get a little better.

And then Melanie got a fever.

It wasn't as high as Erik's, but I knew that it was her turn with the crummies. So she was cranky and didn't really want to eat too much all Monday and Tuesday. I wasn't really too concerned since Erik had just had it. On Wednesday morning at about 2 a.m Melanie woke up crying hysterically. She wouldn't nurse, didn't want her pacifier, and after an hour of her screaming in pain Kent woke up thinking that she might have an ear infection like Erik. But his ear-light-scope-thingy wasn't charged, so he couldn't check. She was also breathing hard since she was all stuffy, so he decided to go ahead and take her to the E.R. And she was admitted that morning. Her oxygen levels were low, she was absolutely miserable, and she wasn't keeping anything down.

And this is where we stayed for 2 1/2 days.

The poor little thing. It took them about 45 minutes to get her IV in. With all that fat it was hard for them to find a good vein, and the one that they did find was in the bend of her arm (or, as Kent would say, the "antecubital fossa") so they had to board her arm to keep it straight. She had bruises and pokes all over her arm from them looking for a good one.

On Thursday they found out that one of the cultures they took was positive for RSV. So she ended up with RSV and viral pneumonia. So we just waited it out until she didn't need oxygen, stopped wheezing, and kept her food down.

The boys colored pictures for her and put them up around her bed. These two are Erik's.

And this one is Taylor's. It's a picture of the hospital. See all 5 of us? For some reason it won't rotate.

Meanwhile, Kent was able to have his schedule cleared so that he could stay home with the boys (thank goodness). So he was busy holding down the fort. Apparently this is what happens when you let two boys watch Peter Pan and then let them jump off the couch next to the blind cords-

Nice rope burn, eh?

We're home now, and aside from a nasty cough and the slight sniffles, she's doing much better.

Although I was not happy in the slightest that she was in the hospital, I have to admit it was lovely to have an excuse to hold my baby all day long. It was so wonderfully quiet, I got so much reading done, and I didn't have to worry about dinner. Oh. And I got a break from my two rambunctious boys. Does that make me a bad mom? I figure I'm still a half-way decent mom since I did start to miss them.

Ski Bums

I'll be taking over this post as Stephanie and Melanie are out for a girls night out, sort of. I'll put a post of this in the next couple of days, but both are doing well.

Anyway, it was about time that Taylor and I hit the slopes. We had the Winter Olympic fever and it was time for him to learn to ski. He and I went to Crystal Mountain for a fun day in the sun as I had President's Day off.

The day started out slow as Taylor was hungry and tired after the first run, but after an early lunch he was ready to go out for some more. He slowly got the hang of making a pie wedge, but learning to turn will have to wait until the next trip. He would make it down about 10feet and crash, but was ready to get back up and didn't complain.

In the afternoon after another trip to the bathroom for Taylor, I was ready to call it a day, but Taylor insisted on skiing more. We had a blast skiing and crashing all day as Taylor appeared to have as much fun licking the snow and making snow balls each time he fell. His favorite part at the end of the day was skiing between my legs with myself holding him and skiing fast down the hill hitting all the jumps. Taylor keeps asking when we'll be able to go again..... just him and daddy.

I had to stop the video shortand race down to catch him before he took somebody out.

Warm Fuzzies

Saturday the weather wasn't too bad, so the boys went out in the back to play. After a while we found that Taylor had pulled out the little swimming pool and turned on the hose. And they were naked. The water was freezing! So I used a pot to fill up the pool with some warm water from inside. They loved it. Until, of course, Taylor sprayed Erik with the cold water from the hose.

Crazy kids.

The Sunshine State

Okay, so we didn't actually go to Florida. We went to Arizona, which one could easily call The Sunshine State as well. Or the Hot As Sin state. Which is why we decided to visit in February.

First on the itinerary were the Casa Grande Ruins. I think that anyone who has ever attended an elementary school in Casa Grande or any outlying cities must have been to see these. It's actually a National Monument. Somehow I must have missed that field trip. I must say that I had never seen them before. Hadn't ever really had a desire to, either. I just thought they were a bunch of old mud buildings- which they are. But I felt a slight shame at growing up in Casa Grande and never actually seeing THE Casa Grande. They were actually a lot bigger than I thought. And impressive. Who knew that there's something worth seeing in good ol' CG?

You know that my child hasn't ever seen much of Arizona when he asks me, "Mommy, what's a cactus?"

I sometimes feel that Melanie gets the shaft when it comes to pictures. After all, she's the third. We don't sit around a look at all the faces she makes and take 15 pictures a minute. Plus she looks so much like Erik we could probably just use half of the pictures we took of him and, when she grows up, just use those as her baby pictures. But I'm trying to be somewhat fair.

And yes, those are earrings.

We took some pictures while we were at my dad's. I had to get a picture of the two baby cousins! Paul is such a cute dad, and I'm sure he'd gag if he heard me call him, "cute" anything. Little Adrian is huge! Here he is sizing Melanie up and considering how long it would take to devour her.

I really don't think my brothers and I look all that much alike.

And I think we look even less like my dad. But I also don't see the total resemblance between my mom and I that everyone else sees, so who am I to decide?

Here's dad karate-chopping the umbrella in self-defense.

Next to Kent is my grandma- I LOVE that woman! As I was uploading these pictures, I was bummed to realize I didn't get a picture of her with Melanie, or any of my other kids for that matter. Next to her is my aunt Debbie, then my dad's girlfriend, Gina. And then my dad. Then it's me, my little brother, Michael, and my big brother, Paul. Jacob, the boy in the front, is my cousin.

I NEEDED to see my best friend, Kim, while we were there. So we decided to meet at the Children's Museum. I loved it, and so did the boys. Much better than our museum here.

No, Erik. You probably don't want to jump.

Speed demon.

It's times like these that make me think my kids might actually turn out okay and be friends. Maybe.

Ahh, my friend Kim. I miss her!

Did I mention that Taylor has a drinking problem? Yes, those are all beverages in his cart.

Back at my Nana's house, Kimberly, my little sister, was pulling the boys around the backyard in the wagon. She kept giving them whiplash, so they decided that it was safer to just lay down.

The month before we went out there I would call my Nana and (jokingly, of course) tell her that she couldn't keel over until we got there and took a picture of our 4 generations of ladies. So here we are!

I almost wish that we lived by them. It was so nice to see family. I admit that I sometimes resent the fact that my kids won't have what I had growing up- weekends with cousins and aunts and uncles. But I guess these trips will just have to do for now. Especially since I don't think we'd be capable of surviving a summer there.