Making the most of a Snowstorm

So at the beginning of this month, we had a random snowstorm. I actually enjoyed it, but I got to stay inside and watch it all from a cozy house. I wondered how the boy would like it, so I set him in front of the sliding glass door and saw these reactions:











That night at about 10:00, this is what our family was doing:
The boy supervised our work....
and enjoyed the task!




















The next day, Honey decided to improve his ginormous snowman.











Eventually, we were the awe of all the boys in the neighborhood with this giant creation:
He had to CLIMB to stand on it, rather than just step up a little. We estimated that it was near 12 feet tall, until the top 4 snowballs toppled within a couple of hours. I'm so glad that my Honey likes to play in the snow. Now I won't have to when the Boy gets older...! :)

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Finally on the upswing

This last week and a half has been awful. My first experience as a mommy dealing with a sick child. The boy started with a horrendous cough almost two weeks ago; that progressed into a cold and vomiting (because of how hard he coughed). I tried everything I could think of: humidifier, tylenol, suctioning his nose, calling the nurse several times for advice... I even tried being patient! We finally hit a breaking point last Wednesday when he vomited 3 times in 10 minutes, even though he had emptied his stomach. We went to the dr that night (by that time the boy was smiling again...) and he was diagnosed with a Left Ear Infection, Right Lung Bronchiolitis, and a barely positive RSV test. Gee, was that all...? So we were prescribed an antibiotic which we began administering immediately. Things got even more fun when I tried to give him his medicine--he did NOT like it one bit and vomited the pink stuff all over. (Fortunately I have figured out ways to get it into him since then, but it's always a trick.)
I don't get it--when I was little, this was my favorite medicine! If I ever got sick, I begged my mom to get me this medicine because it tasted like bubble gum. And yet, somehow I always got the nasty purple medicine. Of course, now I realize that the pink yummy stuff was only for ear infections and I was always sick with strep.
So we are now on the upswing of this yucky sickness, and I am SO GLAD! I have always had a sleep-through-the-night baby, until this week when I did a lot of waking up to a coughing baby, or a stuffy-nosed baby struggling to breathe. One night I even endured a screaming fit from midnight to 1:30--non-stop. Not fun. But despite all that, he still had some smile moments for me.

I am so glad you are feeling better little guy! Thank you Grandma Lori & Joycee for being a sounding board for me, and thank you to my sisters-in-law for playing with a sick baby so that I would stay sane!

Shopping List

This is a shopping list created by my husband.



Now the question is, can you decipher the items that he needs to buy...?

Funny Honey 2

So....one night we arrive home late (around 11pm) and we've dimmed the lights to keep baby in the sleepy mood. I'm trying to get him in his jammies, and Honey calls from the kitchen "Beth, there's someone that wants to talk to you..."

I'm thinking, "Did someone call and I missed it? If it's this late on a Saturday, is it some weird call from the ward?" I walk out of the room to find Honey and I say, "Who?" And then Honey's finger is thrust in my face:


"Hi Beth! I'm Mr. Happy!"

You see, there was a cut on his finger from work. While I was not paying attention, he grabbed a pen, turned the cut into a face, then started "talking" to me with it by opening and closing the wound.

How can you suppress a smile at something as silly as that? Eye-roll worthy, definitely, but very clever...

My funny Honey

So, I'm supposed to be taking advantage of the free time I currently have (sleeping baby) and scanning pictures for my project. What do I do instead? The same thing I did in college when I had a deadline--something else!

I've decided to post the funnies of my Honey. This I do for two reasons: 1) to get me to post more regularly, and 2) because he's really funny! I have to share the laughs....

First post: Honey's Song

I'm brushing my teeth and Honey comes up behind me and pats my belly to a particular rhythm. This is the exchange that followed: (m=me, H=Honey)

H: I played a song on your tummy.
M: What song was it?
H: Diddle, diddle dumpling my son John.
M: But your son's name is Spencer.
H: It was, perhaps, not entirely accurate....

Stay tuned for more!

Ever tried to crack an egg with one hand?

I was making cookies last night, and this was the question posed to me from behind. My "helper" (Honey) was about to take over so I would go eat the dinner he had just prepared for me. He poses the question: "Ever tried to crack an egg with one hand?"
Before I could answer, I hear ...

CRACK!

I turn around to this.


And that, my friends, is why I don't try to crack an egg with one hand...

But I still love you Honey!