A Story from the Trenches of Mommyhood

Well it's been a while!  I've been in a blogging "rut" lately, and though a lot has been going on, I just haven't felt like writing about it, lol.  But today, I feel like it.  So here we go.

We live in a home with one bathroom.  One toilet, one bathtub, and one bathroom sink.  As there are four of us living here, this presents some challenges.  Because I had just put the girls in the bathtub and hadn't even shampooed their hair or soaped them up, when Isabelle informed me that "Lacey diarrhea."

Oh yes.  Lacey diarrhea.

25

25.  I turned 25 on Friday.  And I can't believe how time flies.

I remember being excited about being "lucky 7-years-old," and excited about finally being able to get my driver's license when I turned 16.  And then 18 was big too, and 21 meant I was really an adult.

When I was younger, I remember thinking that 25 was old.  Maybe it is, but I don't really feel old.  Just older.  I still feel like the same person I've always been, and that's a good thing for me.

And we're still unpacking.

You don't realize how much stuff you have until you move.  Once you sort out all the junk you've been holding on to from the stuff you actually need, then you have to find places to put it all - and (for the next month or so) our new home is without a utility room and master bathroom.  I still don't have a place to put my mops and brooms.

But, all in all, our new house is coming together quite nicely.  It's really starting to feel like a home.  Someday soon, I want to be able to post a video tour, but there never seems to be a good time to do it.  As I write this, Isabelle is sick with a little fever and is therefore an emotional basket-case, and Lacey is "crying it out" in my bedroom after several failed attempts to put my cranky baby down for a much-needed nap.  So one day you will get the "grand tour," but not today.

Thoughts on Sick Babies from a Thankful Momma

Well we had a rough weekend.  It started Thursday afternoon when I went to get Isabelle from her nap, and she was burning up and running a fever of 102.something (I can't quite remember).  She had a runny nose and was acting so lethargic and pitiful.  Ariel came with me and we brought her into the after-hours clinic, where we waited for two and a half hours - the doctor tested her for flu and strep, both came back negative. 

My Poor, Sick Baby

Well, I haven't really blogged in a few days because I've been taking care of Isabelle, who has had a high, unexplained fever for the past few days.  And as I've really been trying to focus on taking care of her and myself, I've let my blogging, not to mention my housework, slide for a few days.

Pajama Day for the Munchkin :o(

Isabelle woke up several times last night to nurse, and this morning she had a stuffy nose.  After clearing her nose with the nasal aspirator (she hated it, and now she's starting to put up a fight when I use it), I checked her temperature.  100.8.  So I officially have a sick baby today.

I don't think a visit to the doctor is necessary at this point, but I am watching her symptoms for any changes.  She seems to be doing pretty good.  She's happy and playful with no new symptoms, and her fever has gone down a little.  I'm trying to encourage her to nurse and sleep as much as possible today.