Making it all fit together.

My morning:

Eat breakfast. Puke. Just a little though. But enough to remind me of the pain I still have from yesterday's puking. Still sore from mid-chest up to my right ear.

Used last diaper. Search around house, find two. Think that will be plenty until Erik gets home from school, with the car, to buy more.

My last hour:

Email Erik to stop at Costco on the way home.

Get text from Erik. Throwing up with flank pain. Another kidney stone.

Erik calls, short of breath. We decide he has to discuss it with his instructor. Big test this afternoon. We hang up.

I call my Mom in case we need her driving help today (Erik's class was held in Napa today). She's in Southern California.

Call sister Kelly at work, she says she can help if needed.

Erik calls, needs to go to ER.

Call Kelly, she's superwoman and on her way. Start thinking of pick-up situation.

Get call from lender requesting more paperwork.

Burn hand on Max's lunch.

Try to keep Max from doing the same.

Call lender back. The last thing you want to hear form your lender is "So where's all your money?" Need to print multiple bank statements.

Scarf down lunch, hope that Max will eat for a little longer.

Head to computer.

Get call from Mom, complain to her. Wonder if I can find a ride to Napa to get Erik and the car. She reminds me it's a holiday weekend. I-80 will be HORRID. She's right. Scratch that idea. Hope that Erik can hang out at Kelly's after he's done with the ER.

Get call from Kelly, can't hear her.

Get text from Kelly, waiting for Triage. It's going to be a looong visit.

Lunch didn't last, but Barney will! Transfer child.

Start to print up statements. All while texting back and forth with lender.

Receive email from realtor. Repairs done but she needs a check today to pay the guy. Think, I don't have a car. I could walk. It might be nap time too. I stink. Nap, shower, walk. Could drop off check and get diapers.

Smell poo. Cross fingers. Safe.

Office door closes, hear tennis ball bang against door several times. He's occupied.

Text from lender, need even more paperwork. Thank you internet!!!!

Pull, print, scan, copy, email...repeat...

Get call from Kelly. He's being seen. He filled two bags of puke in her car. He's covered in puke. He stinks. She has his phone, he'll probably call me when he's ready. Thank her.

Text Mom, fill her in.

Get another email from lender. Still need more paperwork. Geez, go to lunch already.

Fill her request. Wait for the next one....

Wait...type...wait...type...

Can't hear Max. Do I dare???? I do. And found this:




Man, I love that kid.

Forget about the last two hours. Stare at kid, take a picture.

Nothing else matters. Even if Erik has to sleep in Napa tonight. I'll be fine. He'll get better.

Max makes everything fit.

Updated Numbers

Here's a little update through numbers:

2 The number of nights Max has slept through the night after feeling better. He's not 100%, but we're getting there. He's extremely clingy towards me (no complaints) and falls apart really easily. (Throwing his body on the floor, screaming at the top of his lungs with HUGE tears streaming down his face, etc.)

30ish Days until we move. I added ish because at this point we really don't know. It's looking like we got the house (yay!) but, it's still processing. I don't want to jinx us here, but we are thrilled to be able to buy our first house, on one income, in California. Something we thought would NEVER happen. It's a short sale and we have been working on it since January. Nothing short about it. More on this as we get closer to closing...

4 Days Erik has been back to work. Part of the process of us getting the home loan was Erik getting back to work on his regular schedule. He is still in need of a second wrist surgery though. He will work modified duty until the second surgery gets approved through insurance.

97 Days of pregnancy left! Man, following the second pregnancy is way different the second time around (sorry fetus). With Max I was on top of everything. This time...hmmm..not so much. I feel pretty well. Every few days I run to the sink/toilet/grab whatever is closest, you get the idea. My energy level is dropping, making packing any boxes a little more difficult. I take a lot of breaks and am not lifting anything too heavy.

4,789,627 times Erik has sneezed since allergy season hit. I feel so bad for people suffering from seasonal allergies. Erik has suffered since he was a little boy. He swells, sneezes, coughs, drains..it's pretty pathetic. Hopefully it will be over soon, but...

6 The number of times I've said it looks like it's snowing outside. Stupid pollen. Stupid pecan trees.

1 the number of days Erik has off now, per week. He's at work 4 days and school 2 days. So we have 1 day with him. His school schedule will be changing in the next few weeks though as they will start clinicals. He doesn't know that schedule yet.

57 the number of spiders we've killed in our house in the last month. GROSS! That number is not exact, but it has to be close. We kill at least 2 or three a day. All shapes, all sizes. I hate spiders and I will never be the person who lets them free outside. They should all die.

0 the amount of numbers I have left.

40 Years!!!!!!!!

40 years ago a young couple met and fell in love, then tied the knot!

They did a whole lot of this...

...which resulted in a whole lot of these....

...and even more of these....



Happy 40th Anniversary Mom and Dad!!!!
We are so glad you fell in love.
Here's to 40 more!!
We love you!

Welcome Back....

...Farmer's Market!!!!!!!!

A little ill

Max has been a little under the weather the last few days. Nights are rough, poor thing is hot, appetite is missing, fussier then normal, etc. I think we've all learned that when your kid would rather cuddle then play with his/her toys there is something wrong. He slept through most of last night but woke up at around 5am with a high(er) fever. He got a little medicine, got into bed with us and 5 1/2 hours later I had to take his picture.

Talk about bed head! I woke him up by snapping the photo. Whoops! After a clean diaper-hair is still a mess.
He made it though the day with only one dose of medicine, never took a nap (not surprised though considering he didn't wake up until 10:30am). He finally crashed after a few bites of dinner (the most he ate all day), then cuddled in my arms in the very chair you see below. About an hour after he fell asleep, he woke up and went straight back to the chair with Erik. Only this time he got to watch baseball with his Daddy. Max loves baseball and yells "Baaahhhww" every time he see's a game.

Erik was thinking he'd go right back to sleep. Nope. He made his way down to the ground, walked right over to his toys, picked up his new baseball bat, walked back over to Erik and cuddled back into position. Bat in hand.

Like father, like son.

Get well soon little boy!

Remember to remember...

Today was the dreaded Gestational Diabetes Test. For those that don't know, you have to fast for 12 hours and EXACTLY 1 hour before you have your blood drawn you have to drink the lovely orange beverage shown below. Personally, I don't think it tastes so bad. I was really nervous when I did it with Max. Come to find out, it tastes like flat soda. Or a melted little Orphan Orange Otter Pop. The only thing I was dreading about this morning was fasting. I don't do well without food in my system, especially when pregnant. I felt fine this morning, timed it all well, and reached the lab with 20 minutes to spare. Only, they were really busy and no one was working the "desk". So when they finally pulled me back to have my blood drawn, it was 5 minutes past the one hour mark. They snapped at me that I should have told them why I was there.

Remember there was no one working the desk?

Remember I haven't eaten?

Remember I'm pregnant?

So I "shut off" in fear I was going to cry all over the stupid lab. She said since I was within 5 minutes I might be okay, she'd stab me with the needle and suck my blood anyway. (Okay, not really, but she did take my blood).

Move forward one hour....(trip to Target in between, and a snack eaten)...

I walk into my OB's office, check in and get seen right away. Gained three more pounds (7 total). We discuss the testing I just had and before I could even finish, he tells me I have to repeat it.

Remember the picture of the empty and now new full bottle?

He continues to lecture me that it's not the labs fault and it's my responsibility to tell them why I was there. I'm rolling my eyes and cursing the stupid man doctor. He reminds me about three times I'm at fault...I shut off again.

Remember I'm hungry.

Remember I'm pregnant.

Remember he's a man. (That's for me to remember)

The appointment continues, the heartbeat is great and strong. While he was listening to the heartbeat, the baby kicked him. (I told it to). He asks again how big my last baby was. I tell him and he says without a doubt this will be a scheduled C-section. He told me I would not be a good candidate for a VBAC. Fine. He told me that 6 months ago. Since my due date is Aug 25, that I'd be scheduled the week before. Fine. I want to go home. He reminded me all the ultrasounds were normal. Fine. He'll see me again in a month. Fine. But, I have to repeat the diabetes testing within a week...adding..." I tried to make it easy for you by scheduling it all in one day to lessen your driving"... Shut up. I. Want. To. Leave!!!!!

So we walk to the front desk and he's still lecturing me. The sweet reception ladies and I are exchanging sarcastic smiles (I know what it's like to work for Dr's...and they reminded me by the smiles to let it go...). He turns to me and says, "Tell me which lab you went to, I'm going to call them. They shouldn't treat you like that."

What?

Remember he's a man.

Remember I was able to eat a real meal again. I got this:

Satisfied. Happy. We thought this was discontinued...NOPE!!!! Hooray!!!! I found it at the Rite-Aid in Pleasant Hill.

MADE. MY. DAY.

Remember:

Chocolate can solve so many problems.

Keeping cool...and keeping you informed (via Max).

The last few days here have been in the high 90's, and if you know me at all I HATE the heat. We have two A/C units in our tiny house and they work together to keep the house cool. Which is fine, but the little one needs to get outside! On Monday we hooked up the garden sprinkler and let him have fun. He actually had more fun once we took the sprinkler off (along with his diaper) and let him play with the straight hose. We were in the front yard, you can see by his reaction he has to look at every car that goes by. If it's a big truck or a motorcycle you will hear..."Ohhhh WOOOOWWWW!".

He's also learned to talk. Yes, talk. Do we understand him...sure, why not? He's making sense to someone. And we think it's pretty darn cute. He will walk around the house for hours talking up a storm, pointing to things and telling you all about it, reading books to himself, this boy has a lot to say! He has a lot of facial expressions and talks with his hands too...more cuteness.

Enjoy!

Here is another video that captures him talking. Of course, it's mostly of him with his back to me, but you can still hear him. He'll fill you in on our lives. :)

I have a Good Heart!

Today was our cardiology appointment for the little beeb. There is a history of cardiac issues (pediatric) with two of my siblings so at our 20 week ultrasound they wanted us to have the little one checked too. They didn't notice anything then, just as a precaution.

The only thing found today was a healthy heart and a really cute baby...sucking its thumb...

SoCal Trip- Part 4...DISNEYLAND!!!!!

Oh boy. WARNING: There are a TON of pictures here. You might get bored.

We had a late start that morning, or so we felt. Disneyland opened at 8am and closed at midnight this week. But it still never feels like enough time. The first picture we took was of my Mom, of course. She has a little Mickey living in her heart. One of the first things she said to me this day was, "I could work here. I could be a guide or just hand out fliers." I agree 100%. She would be so happy with a job like that.

We lived in Southern California for many years when we were kids so we went to Disneyland quite often. My parents grew up around there, my Dad even worked there! So they were very familiar with the Park. Little did they know they would pass it onto their kids too. I always thought it was weird that people had only been to Disneyland once or twice in their life. As an adult, I get it...that place is freaking pricey! It's just more emotional for us, I guess. I have so many memories there and even had a very vivid flashback of my Grandpa Del (my Mom's Dad who took us frequently) near the Matterhorn. (He'd also sit out of the Haunted Mansion with me because I got too scared). Of course we had to stop at the Disneyland Fire Department....

And pose like everyone else...

Our first ride was the Jungle Cruise. This is where my Dad worked. Max loved all the animals and water.

After we took him on Pirates (didn't go well) and the Haunted Mansion (went very well) we stopped to hear some music...and dance a little.

The Winnie the Pooh ride was a hit. Easy and slow...and finally a happy ride. :)

Erik went on thunder Mountain Railroad, where he ran into his friends from home (the Lingle's). That helped a lot since there were a few rides at the park Erik would have gone on solo. I actually captured the picture. Erik has both hands up in the second cart. Wearing a straw hat.

On the carousel. LOVED it!!!!

Casey Jr. He really liked any ride that he could sit on his own like a big boy.

Erik and my Mom went on Splash Mountain so Max and I got to take a break. We hung out by the water and watched the boats go by. Max talked the whole time and pointed to everything yelling, "Oh WOW!" This was the part where we realized how cold it was that day.

Then we met up with the two wild ones and saw this:

and this:

It's a little hard to tell in the picture but they were soaked. And it was cold and windy. But they had a blast. We eventually made our way over to Autopia. I drove with the old lady and we giggled the entire time. We sounded like little girls.

Behind us were these cute guys,

We took the train over to Toon Town. Max really liked that. Well, he really liked trying to lick the railing and Mommy saying, "Ewww." Either way, a little boy giggling is a good sound to hear.

It's a Small World was probably his favorite. He and I sat in the back row all to ourselves. He looked and "Wowed" and pointed through the whole ride. He didn't even realize he was in water until the end, when he tried to play in it.

When we got to Toon Town, Grandma kindly offered to head back to the hotel (we got one for the night) and get our warm clothing. We let Max go crazy in there. He loved it. It was all child friendly and he loved guiding us around. Once again, the fire truck.

the jail...

...this may have been his favorite part. He could reach the button/doorbell and he screamed when we moved him onto the next thing...

Inside Goofy's house there was a piano that he fell in love with. Every time a new face would walk inside, Max would run over to the piano, giggling and watching them, to show them what it did.

Minnie's house had a dishwasher...

After we got bundled up, Max fell asleep. We thought it would be for the night so Grandma rested with him while Erik and I went on Buzz Light Year. SO FUN! After that, I rested with Grandma and Max while Erik met up with the Lingle's and went to Space Mountain. Max woke up after we parted (it's was almost 11pm) and got his second wind. I was starting to crash for the night so Grandma followed him around. She was convinced he walked a mile, not looking back once. He had fun playing in the arcade and, I have no idea how, knew how to do Dance Dance Revolution. He got himself up and started stepping on the squares, all while looking at the screen. Funny kid.

they were hiding out inside some game. Grandma trying to figure out what it was, Max is probably explaining it all to her, "Dergle, lergle, lergele, beble, begbleh...."

And finally, at midnight, we think Max realized where he was...he snuggled and squeezed and hugged and kissed this mouse. Then threw it on the ground. Good thing, we almost bought it!

We had such a perfect time there. We hope to go again next year! Thank you to Grandma for all your help, we couldn't have done it without you!

TTFN...

SoCal Trip- Part 3...Downtown Disney.

Monday was our "free" day so we thought we'd get a head start on the Disney park by checking out Downtown Disney. The last time I went to Disneyland they were just building DD. The last time Erik went to Disneyland they were just building Splash Mountain. (Just to give you a little timeline). So we wanted to get the Mickey Mouse vibe going through our blood.

But first, we had to play with the bubble gun.After we got there, we stopped for pizza. The place was really good, and Max almost got us kicked out. Talk about temper tantrum! Good thing we were at Disneyland and most kids freak out there so other families understand. He fit right in!!!

There are many water displays...Max loves water!





And then we found the Lego store. That's all Erik needed to make his day perfect. It's not very big, which made me happy. But it was really neat inside. There are lots of HUGE Lego displays. Including Darth, Erik's homeboy.

I think Lego's will be big in our house as Max grows up. Here he had about five little boxes around him by the time I noticed what he was doing. As I was trying to put them back he started waving them and saying "Yay!!!!".

We walked through the hotel areas and found a cute gardening scene. Max loves Mickey and his pals.

Erik got to drive a little boat. It was really cool, they had an entire boat scene set up. There was even a fire boat!

On our way out we decided to get some ice-cream. After our order, and planning on sharing with Max..we saw this:

Oh well, more for Mom!

Later that night my Mom arrived and we had a steak BBQ with Aunt Patty and Uncle Scott. We stayed up late with chatting and more games. Then it was off to bed to get ready for Mickey's house!!!!!