Quel Nightmare!

A little update on Dustin...each day he's improving dramatically! The doctor's decided against any grafting so he's taking it slow and working on his hand movements daily. I still do his daily dressing changes and still cannot believe how much the human body can heal in the matter of a week. We continue to thank God that it wasn't worse and are eternally grateful for all of the thoughts and prayers.

In light of all the drama lately, my blogs have been lacking...to say the least. So I figured I better get my act together.

I had been giving Dustin baths to help avoid getting his hand wet so last week Josh thought it would be funny to switch things around and give his Daddy a bath for once. He thought it was hysterical and Dustin and I were touched by how much he wanted to help his Daddy.




It was so cute!! Josh wanted to make sure he cleaned his hips (who knows where that came from) and then he had the cutest little giggle when he told me he "washed Daddy's 'nickles'"!

In other news, Miss Lauren went potty on the potty!!!! I had noticed she was dry from the night so I thought, "Ah, what the heck!" and threw her on her potty chair. Two seconds later she went potty!!!



Of course she's not done it since.

Josh has been going through a phase where he doesn't want to wear pants. He'll wear them to school - because that would be just silly - but when he's home he'd rather just have a pull-up on. So the other night I told him to get ready for bed. He ended up wearing the sweater he wore all day, a pull-up and his Curious George slippers.



Quite the fashion statement, wouldn't you say?

As if my life hasn't had enough stress I decided to schedule Lauren's 9 month photos and the kid's Easter photos for Sunday afternoon. It always sounds like a good idea and I always love seeing the result but the actual process is enough to make me lock myself in a padded room.

The first hurdle is timing the naps. The is by far the most crucial of all the steps. I scheduled the appointment at 4 assuming that Lauren would wake up from her nap at 2:45, I'd get her dressed and we'd hop in the van and make it there just in time. Yeah, when she woke up at 1:30 I should have walked directly to the phone and cancelled our appointment. On top of that Josh wouldn't even lay down so I already had two strikes against me.

The next step was getting his suit on him. This is always a battle. "I don't want to button the top button." "These pants are tight." I don't like these shoes." "Why do I have to wear a tie?"

I kept threatening him by saying, "If I don't get a good picture we'll just keep going back like we did at Christmas!!!!" Then Dustin was kind enough to chime in and inform Josh that his entire life would be made easier if he would just succumb to the fact that mom gets what mom wants. "So do what she says and don't complain." While that theory may work on a "trained" 28 year-old man it does little to influence a 4 year-old boy.

The next step was to fix his hair. He didn't want me to put the sticky stuff in it because it freezes his neck (hairspray). So I showed him how I was doing Daddy's hair and then reached for the hairspray to do his. At this time Josh looked at Dustin, turned around and headed straight out the bathroom and said, "I'm out."

This story just keeps getting worse and worse....I forgot Josh's tie so we had turn around as soon as we got to the mall, Josh feel asleep in the car so he was cranky and had the imprint of his seat belt on his face, Lauren didn't want anything to do with the photographer and I sweat like a pig while trying to lovingly threaten my children to smile.

Miraculously, I did get a few good shots and will attempt to get them on the blog this weekend. But here is a preview of Lauren...



Funny Josh story:

I went to pick the kids up from mom's on Wednesday. I was greeted by Josh at the door and he had his hand on his butt.

Josh: Mom, I had an AWFUL poop.
Me: You did?
Josh: Yeah, it was hot.
Me: (laughing) It was?
Mom: I may have given him too much juice.
Me: Ahhhh.
Josh: Mom, it was hot.
Me: I'm sorry.
Josh: Like lava.
Me: (laughing) Yeah, Grandma said she may have given you too much juice.
Josh: Well, don't let her do that again!

Then we got home and I drove up the mailbox to get the mail.

Me: Josh, can you believe that the snow is all the way up to the mailbox?
Josh: Yeah, you sure don't see that every day!

I swear...I don't know where he comes up with this stuff.

Have a great week!!!