Merry Christmas!

A little over a month ago, we had Christmas!  Life with a 2 week old at Christmas was pretty simple.  Being pregnant and then having a newborn made decorating for Christmas...not something I wanted to do.  However, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if we didn't at least put up the tree for the kiddos, so we did! We even put ornaments on it...all four of the ones I ordered that arrived on Christmas Eve.  So our pre-lit tree with four ornaments (one for each kid and one with a picture of all of us) and our stockings were the only decorations we had for Christmas this year and it was perfect! I might consider sticking to that for the rest of my life...nah.  I do enjoy Christmas too much to do that forever!
We did the same thing we've done for the last few years, which I hope keeps up because I'm loving the tradition we're starting as a family.  We had brunch and gifts and time together with Kev's family on Christmas Eve, then Christmas Eve service at Kev's parents' church and his brother's family went to service with us again this year so that was extra special!  Then we had Christmas morning at our house and lunch and time with my family at my parents' house.  This year my sister's family was here on Christmas so that was great too.  I love my family, old and new and I treasure all the time we have together!
To say that Christmas Eve service was normal would be a total fairy tale!  We were quite the entertainment for the people around us.  First Maggie, then Wyatt, and then Maggie again.  The girl can't make up her mind between Mommy and Nana and so she kept going back and forth between us.  After a few times of this, I told her "no" and so she promptly threw her head against the wooden back of the pew. If the loud thud that echoed throughout the small, high ceiling sanctuary during a quiet moment during the service wasn't enough to get your attention, then I'm sure Maggie's blood-curdling scream, followed by her crying would have done it!  What's worse is that as everyone's turned around looking at me with concerned faces, it's all I can do to suppress my laughter! When the teens in the family behind us realized I was laughing, they started laughing and it was harder for me to keep it in.  Kev quickly grabbed her and took her out.  As soon as they got back, Wyatt did something (I'm not sure what) and he ended up having his own fit and someone took him out.  He came back and ended up asleep in Nana's lap since he hadn't taken a nap that day.  A little while later, Maggie wandered out of our pew (2nd from the back, thank goodness) and around the back to the other end where Nana and JJ were.  When she tried to start up towards the front, JJ caught her and she fell and so ensued another fit from her.  Yes, we were quite the picture-perfect family at Christmas Eve service!
Now for a few pictures from the holidays!

Wyatt making faces with cousin B

snuggles with Aunt K

opening gifts is serious business

I think he likes it!

Santa's sleeping on the job!

the best shot of my 3 loves in their Christmas outfits from Nana!

Merry Christmas from the sleeper!

enjoying their chairs until...

they found stuff inside!

Hey Wyatt--I think there's something on the tree for you!

he loved his pirate sword so much, he had to put on his hat to go with it!

pulling the wishbone with cousin E...it was too flimsy and wouldn't break

love Daddy

couldn't get a good shot of all of them, but I love my sweet Maggie's face

playing Ants in the Pants with Aunt A and cousin E

 

he's awake at last and he looks like Daddy!

Updates

So it's been a few weeks since my last post and I figured it was time for a new one. Things have definitely been crazy and eventful. Kev's been having health issues that have pretty much stressed us out to the max but after several doctor visits and many tests and much bloodwork, everything seems to be fine. He's going to be having a sleep study done to see if he has sleep apnea and then we'll go from there.

Wyatt had another illness. The doctor thinks he might be getting secondary infections caused by allergies. He started running a high (well, high for us) fever last Monday and we went to the doc on Tuesday. He's been on antibiotics and seems to be doing much better. He has some serious nasal congestion and is still pretty irritable (probably due to the congestion) at times. He sounds terrible when he's sleeping and it's just pitiful to hear him. I can't wait to have my happy baby back to normal.

He is continuing to grow and change and he's so close to crawling. He's been getting up on his hands and knees and rocking back and forth so much. Sometimes he even crawls backwards a little. Then he gets back on his belly and rolls and turns around all over the floor. He's lunging out of my arms when I'm holding him and he wants something on the floor. I should've known, but he's going to be such a handful when he gets mobile!

And since no post is complete without them, here are some pictures!

My best friend, L, and her hubby, A, stopped by on their way to L's parents house for Easter.

I love baby feet! He likes to sleep sideways in the crib with his feet hanging out!

"Mom's on the couch and I'm on the floor...I'm not sure about this."

Sweet lovin with Daddy!

Happy Birthday Kev!

We celebrated Kev's birthday last week for pretty much the whole week. It started early when we spent the night at his brother's house. We got there and were welcomed with oddly-shaped pizza and cookies!
The pictures are upside down (sorry)...they're supposed to say "Oh".

Then, this past Saturday, we celebrated for real with his whole family. His mom made his favorite: carrot cake! It was so good!

Cousin B, SuperWy, and Kev

SuperWy helping Daddy blow out the candles!

**Pay no attention to those oddly shaped things on top of the cake.

In case you were wondering, we did actually celebrate on his actual birthday. We were supposed to go out with some friends, but one of their bunch was a little under the weather and we didn't want to risk giving Wyatt anything else right now. We've postponed it until we can coordinate all the kiddos to be sick-free! Here's the rundown of the day. Wyatt and I took chik-fil-a to Kev for lunch at work. When he got home, he opened his cards and gifts. He picked up one card and noted how wet it was (any guesses who that one was from?!). Then, we all went to dinner at Olive Garden. Wyatt even enjoyed hearing them sing to Daddy. I'll go ahead and say that the black tie mousse cake is divine!!

Overall, I think he had a good birthday celebration(s)!

Talking to Daddy

So here is a video...finally. Wyatt loves talking to his Daddy like this!

Conductor Kev

As I said in the last post, Kevin was getting dressed up as the conductor from The Polar Express. From what I heard, he was a hit. The kids were all so excited and wanted a ticket for him to punch. I told him he had to stay dressed up until I could get there to see him and he sure did look the part.

Wyatt didn't seem to mind the strange man holding him either!

And 10 points goes to Melissa for finishing the song! Yay for John Denver and the Muppets!

Murphy's Law

Every hear that saying, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."? Well, it seems like it is!
I know...things could be so much worse, and I'm still counting my blessings. However, I thought Kev's broken toe was enough for now. But alas, I was wrong.
Wednesday morning, about 30 minutes before it would've been time for Wyatt to wake up to eat, my phone rang and woke me up (luckily it was only on vibrate). It was Kevin. The truck broke down as he was getting off the interstate. So I threw on some clothes, woke the baby (I didn't mean to, but luckily he was okay with it), and went off to rescue my hubby. He called AAA (so glad we have it now) and we had to wait an hour for the tow truck to get there.
Then I took him to work. This was kind of a plus because I got to show off Wyatt to all his co-workers and my students that I taught last year. I love to show off my little man. He was so good getting passed around from stranger to stranger. No, none of the children were allowed to touch him (we're super cautious about school germs with the flu/H1N1 going around). Then we came home where I promptly gave Wyatt a bath.
So back to the truck. The place called Kevin and told him that the truck was not firing(?) on any cylinders and that it was going to cost X amount of money to take apart whatever to see how bad it was. Thursday they called to say that the truck needs a new engine. This is very sad to me because this was my first vehicle. I learned to drive in it and it's been in my life for 10 years. It's got a lot of memories and sentimental value. Unfortunately, that seems to be the only value it has.
So now we have a decision to make. Do we spend money to fix it, or do we let it go? This is very hard for me and I've said that I am not able to make the unbiased decision since I'm so attached. Please pray for us to discern from God what the wisest decision would be for our family. We don't really want to lose the truck, but even more than that, we don't want to make the wrong choice.

Who needs a big toe?

Apparently not old people! At least that's what the doctor told Kev when he to see about his broken toe.

Let me back up--Kevin hit his toe on the door/doorway (we think). It all happened so fast. All I know is that he was suddenly he was in severe pain, laying on the bed with his feet in the air. He said he hit it on the floor, but we think he must have hit the door first. This was Sunday night.

Monday morning he went to work and apparently it looked pretty bad because he had the nurse check it out. She told him to watch the bruising. If it moves from the toe to the foot, then it could be a broken foot.

Today the nurse told him to see a doctor. Well he just got home from the doctor and showed me his toe. The bruising has definitely moved past the toe. It looks awful. He has a prescription for a support boot. I never knew they prescribed those! Next step is a visit to an orthopedic doctor.

As for the old people comment, the doctor told Kevin that if he were old that they wouldn't even bother. Apparently old people might not need full range of motion in their feet? Who knew?