“Mommy, I sad.”

This was what I heard from the backseat of our car while pulling away from my brothers house on New Year’s Eve.

“Grant, fun.”

“(Pa)tricia, fun.”

And then, because he is two,

“TV, fun.”

But while I was in awe that my little bruiser could identify his emotions so well and that he was perceptive enough to realize that when we pulled away from that house it would probably be a very long time before we saw Grant and Patricia again.

I also realized that in order to be sad, it also meant things had to be pretty good.

And it was.

 

All the fam was together for a good three days.

And it was an awesome reminder of how blessed we are to have such an amazing family.

People that love us despite our many flaws, encourage us in our endeavors, and help us when we need it most.

 

So while my little one was expressing his current onset of sadness.

Repeatedly.

For several minutes.

Without reprieve.

Over and over and over again.

I drove into the New Year thankful.

 

And then I shoved a TV screen in front of him to safe guard my sanity.

Fat kid in a little diaper.

The day of his appointment.

Okay, in his defense, he is really not fat.

But we had a wellness appointment for little Linc yesterday and he is in the 100 percentile in weight and height.

Which make sense, because he no longer fits into his diapers.

We are buying size 6!

Do they make a bigger size other than pull-ups?

I have kind-of looked, but I think this is the largest size for real diapers.

I see sleep diapers for older kids and things like that, but what are you supposed to do when your 1-year-old is busting out of size sixes?

Seriously, the sticky velcro sides are unlatching.

And for once in my life I am not buying cheapies!

(I know the value of a good diaper…trust me)

We are wearing Huggies and Pampers.

Crazy big kid.

No wonder my back hurts.

The good news is the doctor said he is perfectly healthy.  I shouldn’t be worried about his weight because it is proportioned.

So yay for a good report.

And boo for small diapers.

The DEAR plan.

Drop. Everything. And. Read.

I don’t know where the number of 15 minutes per day actually came from but I have heard that thrown around the parenting world since before I was even a parent.

But the word is you should be reading to your child 15 minutes a day or more.

I used to think that our bed time book would suffice for this time, but now that it is summer we are going to bump things up a bit.

Bedtime does not count.

We are going to set aside 20 minutes a day just to stop everything, go to the reading chair, and read.

Everyone is invited, Lincoln, Bo, and of course, me (I’m the only one that can actually read).

It is going to be super.

I think it will be good for the fact that we are reading, and apparently that is good for kids.  But also the fact that we are just taking 20 minutes out of the day to chill.

I like that.

Deanna Rose Farmstead

I found a new favorite.

Deanna Rose Farmstead is a local farm that is geared towards kids and it is TOTALLY FREE on weekdays.

 

Petting the 4 month old cows.

 

 

Our ride ’em cowboy needs a little work.  You can ride real pony’s here too, but even this was a little much for Linc.

Lincoln “milked” some cows…sort of.

The baby goats were so cute and you can pay a dollar for a baby bottle and feed them!

Linc enjoyed feeding the geese while Bo and I just chilled on a bench.

This is certainly something we will be doing again this summer.

We are back to this.

 

Bowen went in for his wellness appointment yesterday.

The doctor is still a little worried about his breathing, his stomach is still retracting, and the nurse thought she heard wheezing.

So we are back to breathing treatments.

We never stopped, but were instructed to only do them when needed.

Now we are on a strict schedule again.

Every four hours.

After a week, if his breathing is still not better, he may need a steroid.

The rest of the appointment went well.

His brother has toughened him up to the point that he barely cried when he got his shots.

Last night was a little rough, but oh well.

I love my little man and hope this breathing thing gets better soon.

A boys first ice cream cone.

These are the photos of pure bliss.

Chocolate.

In a cone.

And all mine.

 

It didn’t take me very long to figure out why no other toddlers had their own ice cream cone.

But oh well.

Sometimes you just have to live.

After bath cuddle.

Getting both the boys out of the bath and dressed before someone pees on the floor is a challenge.

But I have it down to a science.

Drain the tub.

Bowen out first.

Diapered.

Lay him on Linc’s bed.

Linc next.

Diaper.

Then dressed.

Today I was unprepared and did not have PJ’s set out, so I had to run to the other room and grab them.

When I came back I found Linc, lying on his bed, snuggled up to his brother.

I couldn’t even handle the cuteness.

I am so happy my camera was close.

Sick Day

We are working on sick day number two.

My little Bo was not feeling well so yesterday we went to the urgent care.

An ear infection,

upper respiratory infection,

and conjunctivitis later,

we left.

My little Bo was much sicker than I would have thought.

What a trooper.

I have been able to take the last two days off of work and let me tell you, it was so nice.

Yes, I am taking care of a sick baby.

But it was only one baby.

I have been able to clean house and start an over-due sewing project.

I hate missing work,

But these last few days have been so nice for my mental health.

I hope Bo starts to feel better soon.

I love my little man and it is always tough to see your babies sick.

 

Target Dollar Bin: I love you.

I spend several minutes every Target trip scouring the dollar bin for things I don’t need but only cost a dollar.

Best purchase to date:

Toddler sunglasses.

I wouldn’t believe the kid could get any cuter.

And then bam!

Target does it again.

Did you get your hair cut?

Um…

No.

It has just been since before Winter Break that I have worn my hair in something other than a pony tail to work.

Sad, but very very true.

So no.

It is not a color.

It is not a cut.

It was an extra fifteen minutes spent with a hair dryer.

And a shower.