Having been tagged, I feel justified in rambling. Forever.

Ooh! Terra “tagged” me in her blog! (From three weeks ago. Things have been a little crazy, girlio!) So I’m supposed to share eight things about my kiddos in my blog.

1) My baby boy Caleb is sick! This morning, he wasn’t hollering for me like normal. So at about 6:30 I poked my head into his room, and he was awake, but just laying there. So I waltzed in with Gavi and turned on the light, chattering away like normal. I said, “Pew! It smells like spaghettios in here!” Then I realized that he had vomited all over everything in his bed. (By the way, he hadn't had Spaghettios in over a week. Gross.) When I took him out and got him in the bath, he proceeded to puke three more times in the tub. I hauled out the pedialyte, which he sucked down like he was dying, puked again, then asked, “More juice, please!” He repeated that last segment three times, before the vomiting stopped. God bless Pedialyte!

2) Gavi claws at his head. I don’t think I’ve shared that before. It’s almost a compulsion for him. He still has some nasty cradle cap, but it looks about a dozen times worse because he’s scratching at himself so badly. He has specific spots where he gashes. On one side, it’s further back on his head, but on the other, it’s actually his forehead that he gets. Wednesday night, I waited until he fell asleep and chopped his nails down to the quick. I made three fingers bleed, and even shaved some of them to where I was cutting across the top of them where they hadn’t even grown over the finger bed yet. STILL the next day he clawed giant bloody gashes across himself. I’ve had hats on him, booties on his hands, and everything I can think of. But I don’t want to keep his hands covered because he’s just starting to grab stuff. I’m trying to keep the hats on as much as possible ~ but on his right side, he goes beneath the hat.

3) Caleb is starting to “read” along with many of the books we read together so often. He can almost quote the whole book of “How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight?” And he says the last word of every line in “If Jesus Came to Visit Me.” We also have a book called “I Love School” that he says on his own when we’re out playing!

4) My Gavi has been sleeping through the night for two weeks now! AARGH! He makes my life so sweet! He’s currently going three hours between feedings, but I have faith that within the month he’ll be able to go four hours. (Pray for me!)

5) The alphabet has just one letter off for Caleb Z. His only stumble these days is the letter “ulmun.” (L – M – N are combined.) It’s so funny to hear him shout the alphabet and be impressed by him actually knowing each letter outside of the song until he gets to “K” and then I just kind of cringe until I hear the letter “O.”

6) Gavi went to the nursery for the first time at church this weekend! Yay! He’s been going at MOPS, so I know that he does just fine without me. But I didn’t even realize that our church had such great nursery care for kids younger than Caleb. Jonathan was in Canada this weekend after having been in New Orleans last weekend, so I had two Sundays taking the boys on my own in a row. I needed a break! It was so lovely.

7) Caleb is a rockstar when it comes to his CD player! He can now recognize his four favorite CDs by sight, and changes them on his own. He’s also started singing along with a couple of them.

8) Our sweet little Gavster is changing by the hour, it seems sometimes. His big thing now is pulling himself into a plank position by my fingers when I’ve got him sitting in front of me. Then, of course, I pull him vertical so he’s standing, which is his favorite. He’s not crazy about his Bumbo – I blame it on his acid reflux. He does not like to sit. (He does, however, like to puke in his Mom’s mouth. Three times now. You’d think that I would learn not to lift him above me after he’s eaten, but he’s SOOOOOO precious that I just have to pick him up for smooches!)


There’s my eight. It’s handy, because I’d been meaning to blog for so long! Valentine’s Day was kind of a wash for us, as it is more often than not. Jonathan left for Canada that morning after a really rough week. I took the boys to gym time, and that’s really all the celebrating we did that day. (I even forgot to watch LOST!)

Jon’s friend Jess from work brought Caleb a gingerbread house. After all my struggles with play-doh, I’m kind of thinking that a gingerbread house might be a little beyond my coping skills.

Final note: I was getting ready to sign off when Caleb announced he was poopie. Jonny just got off the phone and offered to change it. (Working on my love languages, that one is!”) When he opened up the offending diaper, it was bright green due to the overabundance of purple pedialyte. Jonathan’s immediate reaction was something like this: “Blearghch!”

Caleb: “Yucky?”

Jonny: “Yes, yucky.”

Caleb: “Yucky. Don’t eat it.”

Wise words for us all. Keep them in mind as you go about your week.