Long Night

I finally fell into bed at 1 AM, only to be woken by a horrible sound from the kids' room at 3 AM. Faith was having a hard time breathing. It sounded like croup. She's had croup in the past, and they've always told us to take the kids outside, because the cold night air will lessen the swelling in their airway. So I carried her outside. Ten or fifteen minutes later, she was still sounding terrible, so it was off to the emergency room. I was worried that she was having an asthma attack or something.

No asthma. She has croup (again). The doctor said it's really late in the season to see croup (he hasn't seen any in about two months). And apparently, it has to be so cold that you can see your breath in order for the outside air to help with the breathing. Our balmy 50 degree air wasn't going to do it.

Anyway, they did a breathing treatment in the hospital, and gave her some medicine to reduce the swelling, and sent us home. Faith was back in bed sleeping by 5 AM. What a night.

The Big Official Announcement

Since most of you already know, and since I went to the doctor today, I'll just make it official: I am pregnant. I am 9 weeks along, due December 8, but since I have to have a C-section, we will schedule it for either November 30 or December 1. That's the plan, anyway.

To answer your inevitable questions:

No, this was not planned.

Jeff is excited. I, on the other hand, am still getting there. I was sort of planning for a few more months of non-pregnancy.

I'm not really sick, but I am SO tired. And it is hard to find something that sounds good to eat. Although once I do, I eat a LOT of it.

I think it's a boy. I think that, because I never really was sick with Michael, but with both of my girls, I was very sick. And I'm craving veggies and fruits rather than French fries and ice cream. Why do girls make me crave bad things?

Yes, this is part of the reason that we are getting our house sold (soon, hopefully).

Yes, we will be "upgrading" (if you can call it that) to a minivan or SUV.

Did I miss anything?

Good News!!

Faith has finally started taking some steps on her own. Check it out!!





And, as (sort of) promised yesterday, a photo of the bunkbeds:


Aren't they beautiful?

Michael has gotten comfortable climbing up to and down from the top bunk. He's so funny. He throws his clothes up there and climbs up to change. He loves it. He says he's going to sleep up there tomorrow night. I'm not so sure that I'm comfortable with that, but we'll see. I can just see him getting up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and forgetting that he's up high, and falling off. Lovely.

It does get better

Reading my last post, I felt bad that I was complaining about having a bad day. I need to go on record and just say that once Faith woke up from her nap, and once Michael had some lunch, they were both great and happy. Faith was like a totally different child. It's probably a good thing no one offered to take them for the day. Whoever did would have thought, "What is she talking about? They're great!" They usually are. We just have our moments.

So today Jeff set up the bunkbeds in the kids' room. No, Faith will not be leaving her crib yet, but we figured we'd have a lot more space in our back room if we were storing only a headboard, box springs, and bed frame, rather than bunkbeds. And we were right. There is a lot more space in the back room now. Tomorrow, if I'm feeling ambitious, I'll take photos of the bunkbeds all put together and post one. But I don't think I'll be feeling ambitious. I have joy school here tomorrow, then Michael goes to pre-school, then I go to my Front Desk meeting at work. It will be busy, and I will be tired. Maybe on Tuesday? Nevermind. Tuesday is looking pretty busy too.

Someone Needs a Time-Out

Remember that line from the Ikea commercial? The lady says that to her two fighting children, and then she walks into this beautiful, clean, peaceful, quiet room and gives herself a time-out.

That's what I need today.

Faith hasn't stopped crying/whining since she got up this morning (at 6:30ish). Finally, she is taking her morning nap. And Michael is whiny too. He wants to wear THAT shirt (which is dirty, so we're doing laundry), and he doesn't want to eat THAT by himself, and he doesn't want to go to pre-school today, and he doesn't want THAT cup to drink out of, and WHY can't he jump on the bed while I'm folding the laundry?

Finally I left my two whining children and went into my room and shut the door. Although I do think my room is beautiful (mostly), it is, however, neither clean, peaceful, or quiet. My bed is piled with laundry to fold, and my kids come bang on the door (unlike the commercial).

Anyone want a couple of kiddos for the day?

The Sickness

While we were down in Delta last week, Faith was running a little temperature. She was warm, but never really hot. Anyway, after we came home, on Friday and Saturday she definitely had a fever. I took her temperature Saturday morning, and it was 103.2, and she was so crabby.

By Sunday morning, her fever was gone, but she had broken out in a nasty rash all over her torso and neck. Lovely. I called the doctor's office today just to ask if something is going around, and I ended up taking her in for just about the shortest visit ever. The nurse said we should make sure it isn't strep, since that can result in rheumatic fever.

Well, it isn't strep. It's roseola, also known as sixth disease. The doctor took all of two minutes to check her out and make the diagnosis. There's nothing you can do for it. It's just a common illness that most kids get when they're little. Once the rash shows up, it isn't contagious anymore. But while the fever is on, it's highly contagious. So I'm sorry, Mandi, Callie, and Nikki, if your kids get this. It could take a couple of weeks to show up.

You can't really see the redness in this photo, but it's the best I could get.

Good Times

The kids and I have been down in Delta for the last couple of days. Mandi is here from Texas with her kids, so we went to spend some time with them. We had a "sewing bee" with all the girls. It was fun. I made a super-cute quilt for Faith. We'll probably be moving her into a twin bed around Christmas (she'll be 22-23 months, and Michael was 18 months when we moved him), so I was excited to make her quilt. Jeff will hate it, I'm sure, because it has a lot of bold flashy prints in it, but I love it.

On the way home today, we stopped at the Wendy's in Nephi for lunch. We saw a school bus there (Delta's baseball team on their way to a game). Michael rides a bus to pre-school, and he loves to see them. Then we saw about eight more school buses before we got home. Just a couple of miles from home, Michael suddenly pipes up from the back seat:

"I'm so happy! We're going to see Daddy, and I saw so much school buses, and my owie is all gone!"

Wouldn't it be wonderful to have such simple requirements for happiness?