brandon and sarah: January: Sunny, Sick Days

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

January: Sunny, Sick Days

January was a tough month.

Emotionally I've been pretty stable though.

I've had bad days (as Brandon can attest) because we have hardly left the house.

But, in general, it was kind of nice to have a month full of pjs, movies, and SUNSHINE!

Life is always better when the sun shines.

I'm so grateful for this month's amazing weather because my boys have been so sick.

So sick.

Croup.

Strep.

High fevers.

Tonsillitis.

Diarrhea.

Antibiotics.

Wet Coughs.

Dry coughs.

Runny noses.

Little to no sleep.

Stuffy noses.

Rashes.

Poor appetites.

2 ER visits.

Priesthood blessings.

4 doctors visits.

Nebulizer treatments.

I could go on, but I will stop boring you.

Here's Derek while in the ER in Cali. He became so buzzed and CRAZY once he had his breathing treatments and steroids. It was hilarious.

cloth diapers and baby hospital gowns. So stinkin' cute! You better believe I kept the gown :)

Thankfully, Payt seems 100% normal as of yesterday. Derek is still congested, but he hasn't coughed in 24 hours. Light at the end of the tunnel? I hope so. Besides a couple routine things like grocery shopping, the boys and I only left the house about once a week in January.

1 comments:

Butch and Lydia said...: Glad the boys are on the mend! :); February 1, 2012 9:10 PM

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The Things They Say

May 9, 2012- While waiting outside a McDonalds Payt asks, "What's that Mommy?" I am busy proofing one of Brandon's papers and just say that it's a store. He replies, "uh, that no store Mommy!" I say, "Oh, it's a restaurant, Payt." Payton then starts laughing like I am the silliest person ever. He says, "It's no rest-aunt, it's please nuggies room!" Payt calls chicken nuggets 'please nuggies' :)

March, April, May 2012- Payt has recently become a dirt-a-phob. He is constantly yelling for a "PAPE-A TOWEL" when ever the smallest thing gets on him. With his British accent he sounds so sweet and funny.

May 4, 2012- Me: "Payton, you do not yell at me!" Payton: "Only Daddy yell at Mommy?" Me: (a little stunned) "Umm, no. No one should be yelling at anyone." ...to be clear, Brandon NEVER yells, but it was a shocking reminder that we need to be careful with our tone around our little ones!

May 3, 2012- While playing in the bathtub Payt was holding a green plastic (semi transparent) scoop over his penis... Yes, I just wrote that... I asked him what he was doing, to which he exclaimed "Makin' my pee-nas geen Mommy!" I thought that surely I had heard him wrong, so a few minutes later when he did it again I asked again. This time he spoke even more clearly with a, "Look, Mommy! My penis is green!" Gotta love little boys!

Jan. 2012- We ate at Jose Peppers, where Payt got a balloon. Once in the car, he managed to get it untied from his wrist; thus when the car door opened out went his balloon. He was, of course, upset and wanted his balloon back. I told him that the balloon was going home to go to bed. Payt starts crying "I want my balloon. Jesus home. My balloon. Balloon go to Jesus home." haha. Earlier in the week he'd asked me where Jesus' home was and I said Heaven and pointed up.

Payt 1/18/12- while Payton was saying the dinner prayer Derek started babbling. Payton growled "my turn, Derek (which actually sounds like 'dang it'), my turn" then he returned to praying in such a sweet voice. Again, Derek talked and Payt screeched "MY TURN, DEREK!" and then sweetly returned to blessing the food.

Payt 1/17/12- I ask Brandon what he's doing, to which he replies "just farting around." Payt calls out "I wanna fart, too, B!"

Payt 1/15/12- passing the fire station on the way to church Payt says, "B, where fire gucks?" I say I don't know, maybe they're sleeping or out helping someone. Payt says, "No, they at store buy bandaids."

Payt 1/9/12- on the way to the doctor's office I ask Payt what doctors do; he replies "put bandaids on ouches"

Payt 12/11- Recently Payt learned the word "ouch" and "touch". Now, when ever he sees a razor he says, "No touch! Ouch, ouch!" and holds up his hand. For the longest time I couldn't figure out how he knew that, but then we remembered that almost SIX months ago while on vacation he got in my make-up bag and sliced his hand on my razor.