Tuesday, December 09, 2008
 Noah had his tonsils out last Monday. He's done remarkably well. They said around day three or four of his recovery he'd really start to feel the pain. I can't say that he's really suffered that much. Sure, he's had his moments, but for the most part he's sailed right through, easy, breezy. The mornings are the hardest, probably because he's gone eight or more hours without his pain meds (which by the way, I've never seen a huger bottle of codeine. . . ever!) It's his ears he's complained about most and not too long after we've doped him up and given him some warmed bean bags to hold over his ears, he's fully recovered and begging for game time. Which is why, my friends, I have not blogged recently. The kids have taken over completely and my computer is no longer my own. It's only because Justus just barfed and I had to clean it up and unclog the toilet at 4:50am that I am able to blog. It's the only time of day my computer lies untouched. But the good news is--he's almost all the way healed. The doctor said yesterday that one scab has already fallen off and the other one will be gone by Thursday. And even better than that, Noah can finally breathe again which means he can sleep and that means his mood is 100 percent improved. And that is the very best news of all.
Thursday I went to see Twilight. I just had to get out. A few days of being cooped up with Noah and the three babies and no blogging and I was done. So I called up a friend last minute, we met up at the theatre and I liked it. I actually liked it despite the bad reviews I'd heard from so many people, despite the fact that Cedric Diggory was Edward, despite the bad makeup job and poor casting. And it was good to get out and take a moment.
 Besides Noah's tonsils we didn't do much else last week. How could we had Doctor's orders to "take it easy." But Saturday was GE's Family Christmas Party which we simply couldn't pass up. Tradition! So we loaded everyone up and watched the ice show and visited Santa and picked up the kids' presents. Caleb was absolutely, positively thrilled to see Santa and walked right up to him and told him he wanted a train for Christmas. And he said Santa said, "Ho! Ho! Ho! A train?" Two seconds later when we walked over to the gift table and they handed Caleb a train, you can imagine the delight. He's played with it all weekend and was especially thrilled when Mark put new batteries in the engine and it actually worked, lights and autodrive to boot!
After the Christmas Party we tried to wrap up some of our Christmas shopping. This year we decided to do a brother exchange and forego the school's holiday boutique. No offense, but I hate the Holiday Boutique and shopping for five brothers is a little overwhelming for anyone, let alone a six or seven year old. So in an attempt to simplify we had the boys draw names and took them to Target with instructions to find a present for their brother and their cousin. I had the worst headache by the time we left the store. There was nothing simple about it. Nothing. But the good news is, we've got all the cousin gifts purchased and all of the brother gifts purchased and we're only a few gifts away from being complete. Hallelujah!
 And of course, this weekend we got some snow. I swear Caleb must have died and gone to heaven. Santa and a new train and snow--could life possibly get any sweeter for a three year old? So we spent Sunday morning out in the freezy temperatures building a snowman and sledding down the hill at school. It was the most perfect snow for both and it wasn't too cold either. Caleb ate so much snow he peed clear the entire rest of the day and he absolutely loved sledding. Viewing life through Caleb's eyes just makes my heart happy. He truly loves life.
We were going to skip church one more time for Noah's sake and because all of the kids have the sniffles, some worse than others but we got a call that morning asking if we could come have a visit with someone from the Stake Presidency. We all know what that means. I asked Mark what he'd done to deserve a Stake Calling and he shrugged his shoulders and looked at me like "what did you do?" So we threw the kids in the car and ran to church, both of us anxious to know who was in trouble and both of us hoping it was the other. We were so late Caleb went barefoot (seriously, in like twenty degree weather) and still in his play clothes. Mark and I ran inside and five minutes later, wa-lah! Mark is the new Executive Secretary. For the rest of the day everyone kept patting my arm and saying "oh, you're going to hate it." Yeah um, thanks for that. Still, way to go Mark. That's a big calling and it's certainly not for the faint of heart. I personally think he's perfect for the job and as much as I'm going to miss him on Sundays (and every other night of the week), I'm proud of him and know he'll do a great job serving the Ward and the Bishop.
And if that isn't enough to make you want to curl up in a ball and cry, Justus now has the stomach bug I've been hearing about for weeks and this week, of all weeks is the worst possible timing since we're trying to throw a Ward Christmas Party in approximately four days. Hello? And it's not just your ordinary ham dinner and Santa. No, we have to turn the gym into a tropical rain forest in South America and feed 100 people authentic Latin American food. And plus, do they make barf muzzles for babies? You know, something to catch the vomit while they're running around the house at break-neck speeds because they don't know any better and can't lie down with a bucket and hold still to save their own lives? I didn't think so. And also, there's something very wrong about vomit that smells like chocolate. Very wrong. The kids had M&M's before they went to bed and you can imagine the smell. Ugh! It's going to be a very long, messy day.
P.S. Can I just tell you how dang cute Justus is when he barfs? When I got to him he was just sitting there holding his blanket and he pointed to the pile of barf next to him and said matter-of-factly, "Look what happened." And last year when he barfed, he crawled down to the other end of his bed and started crying for us. When we got there he didn't say anything, just looked down to the other end of his bed and looked at us like there was a monster behind him but if he held very still it wouldn't get him. Poor, most-adorable little barf boy. We love you. Just pretty please keep the germs to yourself, okay? And please tell me you didn't swap pacifiers with Jericho yesterday.
posted by Shana # 5:53 AM 
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