Halloweenies

ET carved a pumpkin...or rather directed Dad as he carved a pumpkin.
Batman--who in all the parades just looked mad.

Tinkerbelle-who cried no less than 7 times while putting on/wearing her costume.

And a giraffe-who's costume was a bit too small.

And all the makeup that I am wishing now I had never put on them!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Finally Finished

I have had all the fabric and stuff for almost a month. I really was planning on getting this done sooner. But, I think it turned out pretty well for not having a pattern, and just making it up as I went along. I am finally finished...with a whole day to spare!

The New Normal

Things are starting to get back to normal. And I can't be happier!

This morning, I threw up because my stomach was empty. Welcome back normal pregnancy throwing up!

Yesterday, I didn't take any pills because it was 11 am before I realized I hadn't, and I didn't feel too sick.

The kids are experts at entertaining themselves. Without any help from me, they left the TV off until after naps yesterday. But they are back to digging in the dirt. Also a lot of jumping on the beds.

They love to color with the 18 cent crayons and markers I bought before school started.

ET has been wanting to learn to tie his shoes. I showed him one time before school yesterday and he practiced all day. Sometimes he got it, sometimes he didn't--but he kept trying.

Then they took it outside while Munchkin ate Elmo's face.

Sure Sign I am Feeling Better

All three kids had their hair done for Church!

With ribbons and everything! Now my hair on the other hand...

Dear Universe,

UNCLE!!!

It's not bad enough that you saddled the pregnant woman with a lifetime of puking in two months, but you had to come after my baby and my daughter?

Then you took out my husband?! SERIOUSLY?!???!

And now my firstborn?!!!

REALLY!???!??!

I had this great post in my head yesterday about how we were finally done with all the vomit. Then hubby called from work. Apparently he and a garbage can had a fight and the garbage can stole all his lunch.

Still, I was prepared to look past this latest offense in light of the funny stories of Thumbelina cheating at all the school carnival games. I would have moved past the vomit and posted about that. Really I would have.

Then I was awakened at 3 am by the moans of my son and the horrifying sound of vomit hitting bare floor. I tore out of bed yelling (in my I-have-had-a-sore-throat-for-4-days-and-can't-talk-voice), "Don't move! Stay where you are!!" Poor kid was 6 inches from the garbage can and tossing his cookies all over my kitchen floor and dirty laundry pile. (If that doesn't get the laundry done tomorrow I don't know what else will!)

So hubby and I, two people oh so close to losing it themselves, cleaned up the mess and the boy, and officially call you out, universe! Enough already! This ends now!

And if you let an already pregnant and pukey woman get this---oooohhh, I don't pity you, Universe!

Looking on the Bright Side

I feel like I have been just complaining lately. Things just haven't been going my way. Lately it just seems that if it can go wrong-it usually does.

So here is me finding the silver lining:

BAD: I am pregnant and need medicine to get through the day.
GOOD: My insurance is totally covering all of it--more than $2000 so far.

BAD: I feel sick all day and occasionally throw up.
GOOD: I have lost 7 pounds!

BAD: My kids keep getting sick.
GOOD: They want to lay around and do nothing all day like me.

BAD: The kids have been throwing up.
GOOD: They aren't eating so I don't have to cook for them.

BAD: The kids have been throwing up.
GOOD: (for me) They have been doing it at night when Daddy can take care of it.

BAD: The kids have been throwing up.
GOOD: The laundry is getting done more often.

BAD: The kids have been sick.
GOOD: Staying in our pjs all day has become acceptable.

BAD: I have been sick for almost two months.
GOOD: The kids expectations of me are very low. We didn't carve pumpkins--just sticker faces--and they thought it was the coolest!

Now how about that?!

A Name Change

I think I should change the name of my blog to "The House of Vomit."

I know I really don't need to elaborate on that, but I'm a Mom, it's my blog and what would it be without poop and vomit stories?! I mean, really!!

Do you remember how old your children were when they had their first experience with vomit?

I do.

ET was 10 months. I was in the awful morning sickness stage with Thumbelina, so lucky for me, hubby got sick too and stayed home and dealt with the majority of the puke. Not very lucky for him.

Thumbelina was 16 months and we were visiting G&G for Christmas. It happened the night before we left to drive home and continued for much of the drive home.

Well, Munchkin hit a milestone last night. The latest one so far at 21 months. But her first vomit experience was by far the worst! Again, dealing with morning sickness, I totally got out of it. Hubby was up with her every 15-30 minutes all night long. But he left for work at 5:30 and she wasn't done just yet. She had nothing at all left in her system so it was pretty much just heaving. I just hate the look you get-like 'what on earth is going on and why aren't you fixing it?!'

I am totally blaming this on nursey!