2-11-11 Sickness, Yet Again

I can’t figure out what the deal is with Easton and his inability to be croup free. He was sick for nearly two weeks, and it was finally gone for about a week until last night when he walked into my room at 1 am unable to breathe yet again. Poor kid, he said, “Why does Jesus want me to be sick AGAIN?!” It’s always Jesus’ fault in Easton’s world. I actually think he has so much faith that Jesus will just fix all things that he’s really just baffled when he figures out Jesus doesn’t work that way.  Anyway, I loaded him into the car at 1am determined to get him to the ER where they would fix him, but he ended up sounding better in the car, and I knew it would be a wasted trip just like every other time I’ve taken him in for croup. So I took him in this morning and they just gave him a steroid that’s supposed to help it. The same one they gave him 2 weeks ago. Apparently it didn’t do him too much good.

After all of the sickness in my house, I felt like I was going a little crazy. I couldn’t leave or go out and take the boys to have any fun, so we were all 3 miserable. We finally went to the park this Monday, and the boys ran around having so much fun.

Teagan’s birthday was last Friday, but he was still kind of sick so we didn’t do much. We had a little get together at my parents’ on Sunday and sang to him and had some cake, but he won’t get a big party for a few more years. He doesn’t care one bit, I promise.  He got some presents from us and his grandparents, but really just not too big of a deal.

This Wednesday I had my photography class which went well, but several people cancelled last minute with  sick kids. I can relate, so it was okay. I had a shoot on Saturday and then one yesterday, and both went pretty well.

I feel like so much has gone on this past week since the boys have been feeling better. We finally moved up in the world and got a flat screen tv. I feel so fancy.

My blog book arrived yesterday, which really makes me sad that I haven’t been able to blog for nearly 2 weeks with 2 sick kids sucking all the energy out of me. But that’s okay, I love what I do when I really sit and think about it because if I’m not really sitting and thinking about it, I can kind of forget  that I love it between the boys’ bickering and Teagan’s incessant whining.  It’s a thankless job sometimes, but someone’s got to do it. I think I complained to my mom a couple weeks ago that Teagan creates problems just for the sake of giving mom something to do because he apparently thinks I have nothing better to do. My ever-so-wise mother said, “Well, honey, you really don’t have anything better to do. Nothing is more important than being a mother.” I have thought about that every day since she said that, and even though I’ve always known that, it reminded me that nothing else that I do in my day is even a fraction as important as being their mom.

It was also my mom’s birthday on the 9th, and I didn’t really get to do anything special for her yet, but I will. They don’t make mothers like mine anymore. I certainly don’t measure up to her unhumanly perfect qualities. I like to think that I learned a few things, though. Maybe I won’t completely screw up my children after all. Thanks, Mom.  :)

Oh, here’s what the book looks like. I love it!