oh yeah, I guess I should eat and sleep too

Having two kids has been a wild roller coaster ride. Daily. Moving homes last week probably didn't slow things down either. We moved more into town and I really enjoy our quaint, quirky little 1920's house we moved into. As a mom of two now, I find there are always about 3-4 things I need to be doing at one time. I enjoy being busy, though. I tend to feel guilty that Henry is not getting near the attention and oggling over that Amelia did as an infant, but I know that feeling must happen to every multi-kid mom. I love him so much though, and wish I could spend days just staring at him, listening to relaxing music and making him smile for photo shoots like I did Amelia. The poor guy rarely gets an uninterrupted meal in without Amelia needing something RIGHT NOW.

Things are going great, though. Just very fast. And I feel pretty sloppy and forgetful most of the time. And if I accidentally catch a glimpse of my post pregnancy bod I can't believe the weird figure I have. I started running again (very slowly) this week, so that helps me to feel better. But it's funny, since having number 2 I don't really have time to worry about how flat my hair is, how round my shoulders are or how bad the chipped paint on my toenails look. If I notice other girls or women that have hair done, nice make up and nails done, I just nod my head thinking about how I couldn't come close to looking that "finished" right now. With a 7 week old and 2 year old, it seems like everything is rushed and halfway done. Phone calls, chores, everything. I don't mean to complain, it's just the way it is right now. I feel like my entire self is for them right now. I can't worry or compare myself to anyone right now, I just have to get through the day and be a great mom to them. This won't last forever, but it's how it is at this point in my life. Hopefully I can find time to keep running throughout the week, though. That seems to give me some time to let my brain refocus and forces me to just be quiet and breath for a little bit.

A few cute things:

Cash is in our new house with us. Amelia and him are best buds, she plays "kitchen" with him and serves him his dog food with spoons and toy plates. It drives him crazy to only get 1-2 morsels at a time, but very cute.

If I get a second to throw on some make up, do my hair, or maybe get out of my pajamas if I'm feeling ambitious, Amelia calls me "Meg" for about 5 minutes. To Amelia there is the happy, pretty, skinny, rested version of mom, and her name is Meg. The more daily version of mom is the one that looks like she's put on 15 pounds, has been run over a bus in the morning and a bar fight in the afternoon is normal mom. Nice.

When Cash obeys Amelia after she yells at him, "Da-wop it! Wight hee-ah!" (Drop it, right here!) She says, "goood guuuhhh" (good girl) to him.

Amelia has learned how to take care of her baby based on my feeding routine with Henry. She'll lift up her shirt to "nuss" (nurse) the baby. Then after a few seconds finds a toy "Bah-wall" (bottle) for the baby to supplement her feeding. She'll be having no malnourished baby dolls under her care. :)

I better get back to work...naptime is almost over.

The Greatest Load of Laundry

At our cozy little home on the lake, we have a pint-sized laundry machine and dryer squeezed into a cracker-jack box of a room. The small-sized loads that the machine will allow obligate me to do one load of laundry each day in order to keep up. No big deal, it's accessible and has become routine.

The third day following the arrival of Henry, I finally got around to doing a load of laundry. I opened the dryer door and mindlessly started pulling out material to get some folding done. I yanked the first item straight down to begin the fold, and had to catch my breath. Manly brown and white with sewn puppies, warm and soft from the dryer, and about the length of my forearm: Henry's first sleeper. I have had a baby boy! Picturing his little body fillling out the fabric as he slept in the next room, for some reason this nightly chore becomes an incredibly emotional first-time event. I remember doing Amelia's first load of laundry and being shocked by the euphoria; pulling out a river of tiny pink fabric pieces and savoring the fold of each one.

As I continued to fold the new little manly items mixed in with our usual clothes, I couldn't help but see this as a kind of personal welcoming ceremony that I was holding for Henry. There will only ever be one first load of laundry where your child's dirty laundry will get cleaned for the first time; and this is the Greatest Load of Laundry.

The Arrival of Henry: by Aunt Meg

7 pounds, 10 ounces

Dark thick hair.

Chubby little cheeks.

Quiet little cry.

Easy to love and hug.

He's my new crush: Henry.

And here's how we got him:

On Friday morning at 4:30 am, Heath called and told me, "it's time! I've been having contractions since 1:30, and am feeling like just like I did with Amelia. It's happening!". So, I jumped out of bed (looking fabulous) and headed straight up to Snohomish. On the drive up, I was hoping I wasn't "too late" and worried that I might miss the birth. Little did I know what lied ahead. 24 hours ahead...

Once I got to Snohomish, Amelia was up and at em', getting ready to spend the day with "gamma Tanya". Heath was watching tv, counting there her contractions every 5 minutes. Amelia left soon, and it was just Heath, me, and Grant. Waiting.

Around 9:00 am, we decided we should move this labor along, so I coordinated a jogging and jump and jack routine that lasted about 15 minutes. It was more of a laughing hysterically at Heather trying to do these things than the actual exercise, but it was a good distraction. Still, the contractions stayed the same frequency and intensity. It was getting a little tiring to watch, but, don't worry, I was okay. :)

We watched Jersey Shore and read some People mags for about 3 more hours. Still Heath's contractions didn't change. When she had contractions, we muted the tv, put the mags down, and counted throut it with her. After about 25 counts, th etv was unmuted and we resumed our convo about Jessica Simpson's life going down hill.

Then around 1:30 (a wee 12 hours of contractions for Heath), the contractions became more intense, the celeb gossip had come to a lull, and we decided we should get in the car and head to her midwife's home, where we better be havin' this baby.

So, the midwife checks Heath, to find that she is 2 1/2 cm dilated. You've got to be kidding me. This labor is going as slow as Krisi Alley's weight loss. Heath is in so much pain, and it doesn't quit. 2:30 rolls around, then 5:00, then 6:00. Heath is silent, exhausted, and her face showed excruciating pain. The midwife checked her again. She was only 3 cm. This is when I cried. I know, such a wuss. The contractions were never ending. I'd spend the last 13 hours staring into her pain-filled face, squeezing her hand, imagining her pain. She told me that "3 through 20" were the most painful, so it was during this time that my face mirrored hers. Not because I could feel her pain (I wished I could), but because I know her face (it's just like mine), and I know what every wrinkle meant. Pain. Exhaustion. Sometimes I just felt like she would be in labor for the rest of our life, and that absolutely nothing will ever be as horrible as watching her go through this. Oh ya, that's when I lost it.

From 6:00 pm to 10:00 pm, she continued contractions every 3-5 minutes. Grant and I held her hands while she squeezed and we took turns counting with her. He kissed her all the time, and sometimes she would smile when he did. I was so glad she had him. At 11:30ish, the midwife checked Heath again. She was still 3 cm. I couldn't believe my ears. All of this pain and no change. Then the midwife asked Heath if she would like her to break her water. Heath didn't hesitate. "Yes. Do it". She said calmly. After that, Heath kind of lit up for a second and had a look on her face that "IT'S GO TIME". And that's exactly what happened.

All of a sudden, Heath turned into the Incredible Hulk. With one push, she went from 3 to 6 cm. Another push, 6 to 9 cm. One more push, she was at 10 cm. Grant and I were cheering for her, she was so focused and so determined. No screaming, no yelling. Just totally focused. Three more pushes, and there was Henry.

It was a surprise gender, they didn't know what it was going to be. We were so tired and glad to be finished, it didn't matter what it was - we were just thankful Heath was finished. Both Grant and I agree, it could have been a monkey and we would have said, "great. let's go home".

So, that's my birth story. Henry is absolutely adorable, and Heath is amazing. I'm so glad I have a new baby to hold and am so happy to be Aunt Meg to this cute little guy.

Amelia's last month as an only child...

Amelia's days as a self-absorbed toddler are about to come to a screeching halt within the next month. But, we've given it a good run for the last month or so. I'd say these final days have been filled with some good times, as you'll see below.

At the zoo with Jess and "Ooo-see" (Lucy)

Jess gets Amelia giggling while Lucy snacks on some gravel.

Winter sunset from our little abode...not too shabby.

Amelia's "buddy". He's going to kill me for sharing this, but this was actually Grant's doll when he was Amelia's age. Amelia loves him, and is teaching him all the ways of the world. In this photo she's explaining to Buddy that we're getting ready to watch a "moo-fee". Eye contact is very important, obviously.

Gabbing over chips and tuna sandwiches.

Getting Buddy ready for a bath...with princess bubbles, and princess jammies, naturally.

I couldn't resist.

What?! You want me to eat snow off of this tree??? This is CRAZY!!

Yep, just as things seem to be getting under control in the Lane household, we're about to throw another baby on top of the madness. I can't wait to see how this goes...

Robbin the Bobbin

This morning Amelia and I were going through her story book, while she pointed to and identified all the things she recognized. Birds, sunshine, girl, dog, umbrella, etc. When I turned the page to this particular character she pointed to him and yelled, "mama!", proud of her discovery...

It's true, this is usually the position I'm in anytime I get to relax for a second. And, yes, the poem is about how this character eats everything, eventually eating the people in the town, the livestock and even the church; and is still hungry. So, seeings how she's around me 100% of the time, she's not too far off with the habits either. But, at least it looks like she thinks I have skinny legs.

I'm gonna go make a sandwich now.

Complaining Post

Week 33 of pregnancy no. 2. I am big. No, I'm not going to post photos of how big I am. That's a picture of Meg. I'm writing this blog only to vent some complaints, which are inevitably going to get worse in the next 7 weeks. So, Baby Number 2, this blog's for you.

My belly is big and tight, and as sure as the sun will rise, my back will hurt. I obviously don't sleep well, and after I get done bringing the groceries into the house my groin feels like I just rode a brand new, very cheap bike from Seattle to Portland. I can feel the back of my upper arms resting on the side of my back, letting me know that I have definitely gained weight everywhere. ALL of my underwear is too small because my butt is too big, and I don't have the courage or humility to go buy bigger underwear. So instead, it's just tight and covers about half of what it used to, and I pray that you can't see bulging underwear lines through my maternity jeans. By 5 pm I am totally maxed out for the day; emotionally and physically, and use the energy I have left to will myself NOT to call Grant and beg him to come home sooner. My boobs are completely unrecognizable to me anymore, one of these days I think they're going to just get up, walk away and live a life of their own. I have my "pregnancy" eyes on, meaning EVERYONE looks like they've lost weight to me, and every woman I glance at has me jealous that she just gets to walk around with her empty abdomen, feeding only herself and carrying only herself. Each morning I look in the mirror, seeing what's bigger. "oh my gosh, is my chin bigger?"

I know that it's almost over, that I just need to get through it, and in a few months this last part of pregnancy will seem like a blink of an eye. But for now, I'm going to complain, because I don't complain often, it's not over, and it won't be for about 7 weeks while I keep the fat suit on. Consider this my "pregnancy journal".

Wow, it's been a while!

As I finish week 32 of this pregnancy, and Amelia continues to blossom into the energetic toddler that she is, I don't think I need to mention why I haven't been able to sit down and blog in the last few months. As Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas have raced by and now I find myself dangerously close to being a mother of two, Grant and I are as happy as ever. Every day presents new stories that I wish I could record more often, so I'll just say a few of the recent, daily, happenings that I hope I never forget.

Amelia is now able to take her own diaper off. So, as I was in the bedroom and heard the scratching of the velcro indicating the diaper was being removed, I stomped out to scold her, which of course startled her, so she ripped her diaper completely off and threw it across the living room to scurry and hide in her indoor play tent. The problem was: she'd just pooped in the diaper. Yuck.

Last night I was trying EVERYTHING to get Amelia to eat a simple grilled ham and cheese sandwich for dinner. Instead she was wailing for some sugary yogurt, crackers, ice cream and popsicles, and hearing "no" to her requests only made the situation escalate. Grant relieved me of her and stood in front of the fridge with her as she cried and he tried to comprimise with her. Minutes later, I came to kitchen as she was inhaling pot roast and potatoes...in addition to the sandwich I'd made her. Wide eyed, I asked, "how did you do that?" He responded with a sympathetic look, "Not everyone's cut out for parenting, Heath". Thanks, honey. Can't wait for baby number two.

Amelia never misses a chance to say "hi baby!" to my bulging belly, gives it a kiss and lays her soft head on my tummy. I would love to know if she really understands a baby is in there, but it is such a gift to me that she seems aware of it.

We left Amelia's little play-stroller outside for a few weeks. After snow, wind, rain and messy December weather, it's covered in pine needles and filth. She wanted to bring it in to finally play with it, so I told her we needed to clean it first. I got the bath going, with dishsoap, and with her at my side watching my every move (and very concerned about the stroller), I started scrubbing and explained that it needed to be cleaned. She put her little hand on my back as I scrubbed, and then layed her head on my shoulder while she stood. Then she turned my face with her hands, and very seriously brushed my hair out of my face with her hands to lean in and give me a very sweet kiss. It was like she was so worried about the condition of the stroller, and was so thankful I was taking care of it. I'm not sure if that's what all the emotion was actually attributed to, but it was very apparent and sweet. Anyways, just another special moment.

These are a few of my favorite things

Here's some fun things Amelia likes to do in Snohomish....



Amelia loves to visit Hannah the beautiful horse!! Okay, okay...so maybe this was more of a little treat for mom. Hannah is just one month behind me in her pregnancy. I think she knows I'm pregnant, too. We bond.









There are lots of fun parks in Snohomish! And the best part: They're NOT crowded. Amelia loves chasing ducks and geese. We've bought bread to throw at them, but the fighting over the bread sort of turns it into a negative experience. So she just chases them instead.








Since we live on a lake, we go find rocks to put in a bucket and then go throw them in the water. She hands me rocks and likes to watch me throw it far. And yeah, I kind of like to show off for her, biting my lower lip and grunting to really huck it out there.

On Wednesday mornings we dress up and head to Bible Study Fellowship. This is where I drop her off in a class with other toddlers and we are each in our classes for two hours. The children's teaching leader has identified Amelia as a "Victory". In other words, the first couple weeks were a little rough making the adjustment of separating. But every week has gotten easier, and her instructors have told me she's getting really fun to have in class.

Amelia loves brushing her teeth. With each toothbrush. For about 10-15 minutes. Now, whether or not she's actually effectively brushing her teeth, I don't care. If I've somehow convinced her that personal hygiene is fun to do several times a day, I consider that success.

The Big Move

No, I didn't mean to get that kid running in the picture. But it sure looks like I did.


A few weeks ago, this little family took on three days of a moving, packing and transitional fiasco, and we have moved up to Snohomish, WA. We are staying at a one-bedroom apartment above a garage, located on a lake 30 minutes outside of town. The apartment is roomy, and the lake is beautiful and quiet. The place is owned by some extremely generous family friends that are the picture of kindness. I did not expect that we would be so much happier here. There are so many elements that have made our move prove to be the right choice and a real gift. We feel like a complete family, with dad home from work quickly and lovely evenings that aren't rushed the moment he walks in. We've found a church that we really love, we actually want to stay there and visit with people when the service is over (which we've NEVER done). And I've joined BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) for my 6th year here, and even more exciting is that Amelia was placed in her first class this year! I also live close to a long-time friend, who is mother of two of Amelia's good friends. I've also made new friends that I feel like I've been best friends with for years, and I've fallen in love with a group of fantastic women who are as in love with God, their husbands and their children as I am. We live closer to Grant's family, which is an immense blessing, and convenient for date night :). I'm sad that I had to move further from my family, but I know that I can (AND WILL) hop on the ferry and spend a couple days there as often as I need. We are so happy, and so thankful for this new stage in our life.

Our new mailing address, for anyone who'd like it, is PO Box 1855, Snohomish, WA 98291. We don't have internet where we live, but I'll try to keep blogging and updating as much as possible.

Amelia and the deer

A few weekends ago, Grant took Amelia scouting around my parents house, looking for signs of deer activity for hunting season. Grant took Amelia on a hike for a little over an hour, and they saw four deer! One of which, they were able to get very close to. Grant said that when Amelia saw it, her mouth dropped, she pointed at it and said "assshhhh!!" (Meaning "Cash", our dog's name, which is what she says when she's excited about something). Then she gave the deer one of her big arm waves to say hello.

Since then, if Amelia sees a deer or something that resembles a deer, she is in awe. The mouth drops, and she gives a big gasp. It looks something like this...

This photo was taken while dad was watching the hunting channel.

Also, this summer has been a blast, and I've been given lots of breaks thanks again to my sisters and mom. But now that school is starting, Meg is going back to school and Grant and I are looking at some new oppurtunities for our whereabouts in the future, it's hard to know what the next few months will look like. But I do know this has been a fantastic summer and I'm so thankful for all the special memories I've been blessed with, like this one...

family jewels

We all have our weird phobias. Some people can't stand spiders, some heights, some water. And then there are some people out there who are literally spooked by very strange things, like...jewelery. I was surprised to learn that my good-ol'-boy-husband has this jewelry phobia. Necklaces, rings, earrings, you name it, he hates it. He's not "scared" of jewelry, but he really is grossed out by it. He's very specific about when jewelry crosses the point of disgust for him, but he will make it clear that he can't stand it, especially in piles on a counter and especially not in someones mouth. Interestingly enough, his little sister shares this phobia. After doing a little research online, although rare, there really are people who are grossed out by jewelry.

When I first learned of this, naturally I did what any normal person would do, I dangled as much shiny jewelry in front of his face as I could, saying "Really? This is gross to you? Really??" And then watch him cringe and gag. "This?" with a little more shaking near his face. If I'm feeling down and need a laugh now and then, I'll get out a big ol' necklace and watch him go. It always seems to lift my spirits.

Well, as you'll see in this video, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree....

good morning, beautiful

Amelia is becoming a kissing expert. I get awoken every morning to little hands grabbing the sides of my head, turning me toward her and then I receive several big, wet, loud kisses from tiny lips right on my mouth. And she doesn't always close her mouth to give you one of her REAL smooches. Of all the things in the world, nothing can beat getting woken up this way. I have been so pleased that she also gives other people kisses when asked nicely.

So yes, we do bring Amelia into our bed in those early morning hours when she wakes up much too soon for us. What a special time this is!! Snuggling and kissing, hearing her sit up and say, "hi! hi!", and then crash down on us for more snuggling.



Since it's the end of July, my little toddler has also earned a very nice little tan. It's so special to have a little person, squishy legs and fingers sprawled all over me, who is the exact same color as me in the summertime. And hard not to giggle when Grant holds her, who is not so bronze, to see such a big difference in color! Of course, her sweet round little face, bushy eyebrows and deep dimples reveal that she is indeed his baby girl.


Watching Amelia running around, learning more everyday and changing so quickly made us look forward to watching our family grow. That's why I'm 7 weeks pregnant with our next baby :)

it's no big deal...

BUT SHE'S WALKING!!!!



and if you think it's really cool...(like we do of course) here's a really long video of her first night of walking!!

salmon with raspberries

A couple of videos for you...

Amelia not only feeds herself, but also helps dad finish his dinner.

This is a little post-bath ritual she's been doing for a few months now. I think this must break some type of record for a person her age.

Bless my sisters

Since becoming a mom my eyes have been opened to how fortunate I am to be blessed with so many sisters, and of course a fantastic sister-in-law. If there's one thing I hope to give Amelia it is the gift of a family like I have. I don't know what I would do without the unconditional comfort and support I receive immediately from each of them, while they expect nothing in return. So many times I just need a "we've been there" phone call from an experienced older sister with tried-and-true ideas; or the comfort that comes from one of them saying "it's a stage, there's absolutely nothing you can do but hang in there". Not to mention the familiar way they all can grab Amelia and shower her with kisses, knowing exactly how to make a 13-month old giggle. I can just sit back knowing there is not a hint of judgement in any of them, only a genuine nod of the head that they know exactly how fun, frustrating and frantic having a toddler can be.

And the very special blessing that I have that very few people get, is a twin sister. Meg is not only just the aunt that looks, talks and moves exactly like Amelia's mom; but she is the living, breathing version of me, pre-Amelia. I get a peek at who I was before everything changed. In other words, I get a timely "what the heck are you doing??" from Megan to remind me of who I was, and standards I had before Amelia came along. For example, pleasant suggestions to not let Amelia completely run my life, or demanding me to give her to a grandma and get the heck out of the house. Or to remind me that some people actually enjoy talking about things other than naps, laundry, and how my daughter is the cutest, funniest and smartest.

So, all this to say I don't know what I would do without my sisters. I would be lost and crazy. Lost...and crazy. I love all of you.

roughing it will have to wait

Grant and I love camping, are good at it, and have always been pretty low-maintenance when it comes to sleeping arrangements and necessities. I love the old saying, "You don't prepare to fail, you fail to prepare", and have always thought that with efficient planning and packing, any camping trip can be a ton of fun. Amelia strongly proved us wrong last weekend. We went camping with my parents and Sam and Faye (5 y/o niece & nephew) up at Whiskey Creek. It was beautiful weather, my parents trailer is big, nice, new, clean and comfortable and my mom is literally a loving servant for us. I did a fantastic job packing everything we would need. Yet, Amelia had an incredibly difficult time sleeping at night. Even with the gorgeous view and peaceful surroundings, our lack of sleep left us (mostly me) crabby and tense. Bringing a one year old camping is a difficult task, and the worry of bothering the people you may be camping with only magnifies the stress. This little lesson can only be learned through experience, especially if you have a "we can handle it, we're tougher than most people" type of attitude like myself.

I know it's my fault; I've trained Amelia to be a high maintenance kid. But in looking back over the last year, I don't regret making life as comfortable as possible for Amelia's first year. Maybe with the second kid I won't be so crazy; unconciously tending to her every need to assure smooth naps, mealtimes, playing, and evenings. I can honestly say I've done the best I can without knowing what the heck I'm doing, and learning as I go.

Even with the rough nights, there were definitely some fun times during our trip. And yes, we will definitely be doing this again, just not with a one-year old :) Someday Amelia will learn to rough it.

taste of success

I have mentioned swim lessons a few times now. Well, yesterday we had a real break-through. Amelia has moved up to the next age level since turning one. She is the youngest one in her class of eight toddlers. All of them are walking, while she can barely stand on her own. So, although she fits in pretty well, she doesn't follow all of the activities perfectly. By the end of class she gets frustrated with me moving her arms and feet for her, trying to get her to paddle and kick while I hold her, and usually ends up just hugging me so I'll quit treating her like a puppet.

Yesterday, that all changed. I don't know if it was the long nap and full tummy before class, but Amelia was finally kicking and paddling on her own, letting me hold her an arms length away from me, and holding onto the water dumbbells while I led her around.


These are water dumbbells. She floats on her tummy while stretching her little arms out and hold onto the bar of this floating dumbbell. I thought it would take years for her to get the hang of this, judging from previous awkward and somewhat frustrating attempts. She looked so adorable and content floating on the water with her chubby little legs fanned out behind her. I have to admit I kind of guided her toward our instructer a few more times than necessary, making sure she saw Amelia's success.

I know this is probably so boring to everyone else, but I'm getting a taste of that crazy joy my parents probably got from watching me and Meg succeed in sports. I even had this weird urge to stop somewhere for a milkshake after swim lessons to reward her for a great job!! But I'll wait a couple more years for that :)

Long days made worth it

While Grant's new job is a fantastic oppurtunity and will hopefully pay off, his 12-14 hour work days make for an endless day for this ol' mom. In addition, me trying to squeeze every moment she's asleep into typing reports for Lee means I am literally working a 24 hour day. It is not easy, and leaves me feeling exhausted, cranky, and a bit frustrated at times.

However, I've found a few things that make it all worth it. Even when I feel like I want to give up, when it's time to rock Amelia to sleep, everything is okay. She literally melts into my arms, her chubby cheek lays on my shoulder facing me, and her light little arms hold my neck and I get to watch her drift to sleep as we rock together. Her perfectly shaped little mouth usually hangs open with those sweet little lips, and I feel each warm breath on my neck. Any frustration I had washes away, and I feel truly happy.

Also, when Grant's gone for so much of the day, it makes the times that we get to have together so much more special. I am so thankful for my little family.

On the mend

After a few days following the worst of the flu, Amelia's starting to feel a little better. Slowly getting back to her playful self.

Yep, definitely getting back to normal around here. I just don't know how she could've gotten sick.

Aaaaaaannnnd another little giggling video for you...

Here's another video, it's kind of long if you have a minute, of Amelia doing something that would only interest those who melt at her every move. We're trying to restrengthen and bulk up Amelia's quads back to what they were pre-flu. I think it's working...

first time home with the pukes

Amelia woke up this morning with her first flu. Few things are more heart wrenching than watching your child throw up for the first time. Amelia puked 3 times this morning. Not knowing what was happening to her, she just wanted to hold on to me and cry while her body was doing a very unfamiliar, uncontrollable thing. I tried to lean her over the sink, but the last thing she wanted was for me to hold her little body away from me. So I just let her puke over my shoulder, down the back of my shirt and partially into my hair. I cannot believe how little I cared about how gross that is and was more upset listening to her struggle. This will hopefully pass by the end of the day, but in the mean time I've been washing soiled clothes and blankies and have made my magical home made chicken noodle soup.

As many-a-sisters have told me before, she is generally happy when she's not puking and doesn't really understand what it means when she's sick. So, what she doesn't know can't harm her, and I put her right back to work. Hey, those floors aren't going to clean themselves! And she's the one who ruined those clothes, she should wash them and put them away! ...it's good for her.

I'M KIDDING!! These photos were taken on days she wasn't sick.
(well, the last two were, anyways)