Last week was a crappy week!

Literally...we all came down with a tummy bug
and the septic tank broke. It made for quite a thrilling week.
All functions are back to normal and the septic tank is functioning too.

Life is good.

My standards are low.

A tummy bug

Griffin has had a tummy bug for 4 days.
I am coasting threw each day...trying to keep a calm tummy
for my little boy
and giving lots of Hugs.

One advantage to being sick at our house is that
you get to watch TV all day long.
Anything to keep a sick kid from
running all over the house
and then moaning and groaning on the couch.
So, we've been spending some quality time with
Spongebob and his gang.

I've come to realize after a marathon
of this seemingly pointless show
that it is actually very Zen.

Spongebob loves his job.
He lives to make Krabby Patties.

Did I just pontificate about
Spongebob being zen?
I need to get out of this house!!!!!

A cause for celebration!

Life is funny. That I could feel so low one day and then on top of the world a few days later. Let me start this post by saying that I married the most private man in the world. If I am an open book for the world to read, I guess that he is a diary with a lock and he has buried the key someplace very safe. So, out of respect for his locked up pages I will be vague here. Sorry.

There is some celebrating going on in my home. Much like my brother, my sweet husband has been going through a crisis of his own. Well...his father is stepping into help us out. Praise god and pass the ammunition, we can breath again! Both of our parents have stepped in to give us relief but his Dad REALLY stepped up to the plate. We are so blessed to have such supportive families!

We have been jumping up and down with joy. We are looking at each other in a new way. I'm 7 months pregnant so he hasn't thrown me over his knee and planted a big ol' kiss on me in the streets or anything but we both know that we have fought through something that could have been devastating for some marriages. We made it through a dark and scary storm. Enough metaphors already, I know. So, life is good at our little home thanks to Roger's dad. It just goes to show that you never stop being a daddy either.

It's gettin' heavy

There is nothing like a crisis to bring a family together. My older brother is having a hard time these days. I won't go into details because I know that he doesn't want me bloggidy blogging away about his personal life but I will say that he is having a crisis. There have been tears. We're all crying together. There has been heartache and late night calls. We are there for him as a family.

Our love runs deep.

He is being tested, I know he is, and he will come out of this in one piece. Thanks to my mom.

She is flying out Sunday to be with him in Colorado as he sorts through his life and gets back on track. She's going to be gone for one month, which happens to be the seventh month of my pregnancy. My security blanket is leaving to wrap her arms around my brother.

He needs her more than I do.

The timing is amazing really because I have started mourning the loss of the life that Griffin and I have together. Of course we are thrilled to have Cohen (the spelling of his name has changed 10 times, we've settled on this..for real!) but there is a part of me that will miss the special time that Griffin and I have had together. It's been the best 4 years of my life so far, having my sweet son all to myself.

We are soul mates.

So as my mom leaves to take care of her "little boy" (because I guess that we never stop being a son or daughter, despite our age) I will also be spending some much needed special time with my little boy.

The other morning, I was feeling pregnant and emotional and sad for my brother. I crawled into bed with Griffin as he slept and wrapped my arms around him and smelled the top of his head and breathed in all the sweetness that is my first born son. I ached for him and cried until his hair was damp with my tears because I know that my attention will have to be divided up after Cohen arrives.

There is enough love to go around.

So I as I sadly wave goodbye to my mom (and with her goes date nights, help around the house, a shoulder to lean on) I will take a lesson from her that she does not even know she is teaching me.

That you are always there for your children. Even if they are 37 and crying to you over the phone or 34 and with child.

You never stop being mommy.

I want a bunny.

I am having a new found love affair with little bunnies thanks to this website

http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/

Now, I am wise enough not to act on this new obsession, I am too lazy to care for a new pet. I can barely keep up with my two nasty cats that won't leave my porch. No...I love Atticus and Scout. I digress. Without further ado, I present to you my ode to cute little bunnies. A photo essay. Enjoy!

Hibernation

Griffin and Roger both had some time off for the holidays. Almost 2 weeks!

We were SO lazy!


We stayed in our jammies all day a few times. I did very little housework. Only when the dishes and the laundry started to pile up, then I would force myself to clean a bit. I would do only the bare minimum.


We played video games and ordered pizza. I took an afternoon nap almost everyday. Oh how I loved the holidays of 2008.

Now...back to reality. Roger is back at work and Griffin is back at school (with a few tears as I scooted him into the classroom) I wanted to say



"I feel like crying too. Our wonderful hibernation has come to an end."

Christmas through Griffin's eyes.

We gave Griffin a digital camera for Christmas.
Here are a few images that he took over the holidays.
They are exactly what I had hoped Christmas would look like to a 4 year old.

A magical Christmas Tree

A stack of gifts

Prayer before dinner at Nana and Poppy's house

Pulling into Grandma's driveway

Space shuttle

Star Wars Mr. Potato heads