We are all still alive but just barely...

The blog these past few weeks have been one of the last items of priority. We've had SO much going on but none of it good. We have just been passing the sickies around and around. It all started 6 weeks ago, yes, that's right...6 weeks ago. Count them, 1-2-3-4-5-6 weeks of us being sick.

First it was Lucas, at a mere 6 weeks of life, but it was just a regular old cold. Then, because I hold him and care for him all day, it was me who caught his cold and was sick. We both made pretty quick recoveries which left me hopeful, because LL didn't get sick. Then, we had 2 good weeks dealing only with Lucas' colic between the hours of 4-7 AM.

That's when the good times really started rolling...Lucas and I got sick together again, this time, I got a chest infection and Lucas developed bronchitis. We had him on breathing treatments and steroids, because he is still too young for antibiotics and because I'm still nursing I just had to power through. So that was a week and a half, then just as we could see the light at the end of the tunnel, LL started showing symptoms. He too had bronchitis, we started him on breathing treatments and steroids too, but his progressed. During this time, Lucas had what I thought was pink eye but turns out was just a back log of mucus that had seeped out through his EYES and sealed them shut.

Then, Leonard's brakes went out and as we drove to pick him up, every one was fine, sick but fine. Fifteen minutes later we arrive to pick up Leonard at the mechanic's, he gets in takes one look in the back seat and asks, 'Does LL have a fever?' I reach back and grab his hand, he's burning up! By the time we get home and Leonard leaves for work LL is completely sick. He keeps asking to be held and just wants to lay there. I call Abuela for reinforcements because at this point Lucas cries his head off every time you put him down. Abuela arrives and we pair off. Her with Luke and me with LL. He starts throwing up and saying there is a bird in his ear that is biting him. I automatically think "ear infection" call the doctor and make an appointment for later that same day. It's bad when you call the pediatrician and the receptionist says, 'Again?Who is it now?'

I get LL to the doctor, not before he throws up all over my car and I have to carry him into the doctor's office because he just no longer has the energy to walk. Pneumonia and double ear infections. Two huge injections of antibiotics and a couple of prescriptions later LL is on the mend...BUT Lucas is still an issue.

He refuses to be put down or play on his mat. He cried all day yesterday with colic - all day. Today isn't quite as bad, but he's still cried a majority of the day. I've finally had to just lay him next to me and just let him cry. Something I hate to do, but must if I want to stay sane. The night before I was up every 1/2 hour with one child or the other. Last night I got a 4 hour block, which is better but I'm still exhausted and can't take anymore illness. So when my husband tells me he isn't feeling well now, I truly just want to cry. And the fact that I have a sore throat and feel as though I may gearing up for a third round makes me just want to jump off a cliff.

Heavenly Father gave us that water

Today, as I reached for my bottle of water, LL looks from his toys and says, "Heavenly Father gave us that water". I was speechless for a second and bursting with pride the next. "Yes, yes he did" was all I could muster. I was so proud of him. He is actually learning something in Sunday School.

Then, when I put him to bed, he wanted to sleep with his scriptures...I don't know how it's possible that he is MY kid, the original heathen, but boy am I hoping that I lucked out with him.

I don't care, my demon child is cuter than yours!

Some days, I really truly don't know what to do with LL. He can be hell on wheels one minute, and the absolute sweetest little thing the next.

Today my visiting teachers came to visit, and in the 30 minutes they were here, he DESTROYED my home, I mean thoroughly. He brought every toy out of his toy box, spilling them all around the family room, and still brought a good chunk of them into the living room where we were, then he proceeded to drag all his instruments down the stairs from his room. He was just crazy today.

We started our day with him getting his hand stuck in his trash truck and I literally had to cut him out of it. Sheesh. Thank goodness for kitchen sheers. It just snow piled from there. He was just super mischievous today is all.

Then just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Daddy got home and said we were going out to eat. Yay! I went upstairs to change out of the sweats I was in when I fell while trying to maneuver around baby things in the bathroom while looking in the mirror (dumb). LL heard me fall, came running to make sure I was OK and when he saw I had hurt myself he kissed my knee, sang the "sana sana" song, and gave me an imaginary band aid with a gentle little pat. I love him. It was so sweet.