Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

I took another unscheduled break. Sorry 'bout that. This time it's from a few days of feeling like complete and utter crap followed by a few days of being away from home.

The boys and I actually made it to the library for a little bit on Thursday! Unbeknownst to me, Easton packed up for our five minute drive to the library:

He dug up the Santa hat from the toy box, I think, and packed that Yo Gabba Gabba boom box with the Yo Gabba Gabba figurines. Then he apparently packed his Iron Man backpack with a snack for each of us...notice the spoon in his left pocket?

He packed a yogurt for himself, a granola bar for Dalton, and something different for me although I can't remember what it was right now. When we got to the library parking lot he said, "We can have our snacks now" and whipped them out:


He was so sweet and thoughtful. I told him he was my absolute favoritest four year old and he said, "Will you be sad if I die?" and all I said was a choked up, "Yes." With our bellies full of snacks we then went in to play for a bit:






Not too much later that afternoon I had to call J and said the sooner he could come home the better and he ended up having to do bedtime by himself . I wasn't doing great Thursday night. I either got Dalton's tummy bug OR the morning sickness just got really bad because I was puking. Jason had to do bedtime completely by himself Thursday night (usually we all do a big, family bedtime routine) but I was down for the count. Friday morning he went into work late, making sure I could handle the day okay as I had started off with an excruciating headache. With some Tylenol and fluids I was better. We were able to make it to meet Jessica, Janna, and my mom for dinner Friday night before Jessica had to head back to Texas. But Dalton threw us for a loop by puking on himself in the car on the way there. Ugh. We thought he was done with that.

He had a really crappy night of sleep that night, mostly from being hungry, I think (after having puked he didn't have much to eat or drink). It was rough. Jason was up with him for a long time and got to sleep in the next morning but I still wasn't doing much better. And I barely made it through getting myself ready to head to a birthday party with Easton. He was all ready and so was I, we were about to leave when I was getting the address off the invitation and noticed the party wasn't until the NEXT weekend. D'oh! Pregnancy brain again! Instead the boys went out do play in the backyard while I laid on the floor by the door watching them:


Easton had some sidewalk chalk by the fence later and I asked what he was doing when he replied, "Painting the whole town blue". Goob.

Diddles came in for a nap and then we had something fun planned. Gramoo treated us all to "Disney on Ice" again. This year it was a "Disneyland Adventure" theme so having just been there and all she was like, "We have to go!" We weren't complaining so off we went. She got some great seats, just three rows up from the ice. Dalton preferred sitting with Gramoo for the show as opposed to with Jason or I:


Easton spent most of it on J's lap:


Intermission:


Easton and Gramoo went to get snacks during intermission, we sent them with a $20 for popcorn but they came back with that and two snowcones in souvenir mugs as well as cotton candy that came with Incredibles wristbands and a Dash mask. My mom explained, "That's what Gramoo's do." :)

We all enjoyed the show, even Buzz Lightyear makes an appearance during the capades. Very exciting.

The next day was church. The boys did well, Dalton didn't even cry for his drop off, Easton acted like a punk but didn't really mean it. I swear that kid is such a goober sometimes. After church we did lunch:


Then the boys did nap/quiet time and then we left for the night! Our carpet was to be installed the next day and while they'll move the big stuff you gotta clear all the loose stuff off of it, they won't touch electronics or exercise equipment, we had to clear off all the bookshelves, closets up to 3 feet high...all that. So, Jason had a full evening ahead of him and we had to get out of his way. To Gramoo's we went!


The boys were so excited. Dalton's never stayed there overnight before but was game. Gramoo had even cooked dinner for us! Easton got to have a swim in Gramoo's giant tub before bed and then he got to sleep in her bed with her. I'd decided to try to get D to sleep in a bed rather than the Pack & Play but it didn't go well, he had a hard time falling asleep that night. And apparently Easton waited up for Gramoo to join him in the big bed but then did great the rest of the night. As a special treat he got to go to school with Gramoo in the morning. Dalton and I hung at the house for a short bit playing:






Then we got ready to go see my childhood best friend Kelli and her almost 1 year old Connor:


I had never been to their house before in the 5 years they've been there. Sad. I wasn't feeling my best but Dalton and I had fun anyway. Dalton was a typical two year old and didn't want to share any of Connor's own toys with him. And he was a bad influence trying to get Connor to climb on chairs with him:


Then both boys had simultaneous poops. That was fun. Connor gave us a diaper, ours were in the car and I couldn't be bothered to walk all that way. :)

We left after a bit to go pick up Easton at Gramoo's school:








I took the boys back to Gramoo's for some lunch (neither ate much) and tried to get D to take a nap but with the bed situation, it just wasn't happening. We did some quiet time instead and then I decided we'd go to the mall. We were on our way when I looked back and saw this:


So I decided to check the plans from the regular mall to the outlet mall about 20 minutes further away, so the boys could catch up on some sleep. And Kelli had some super-cute shoes that morning that I decided I needed to buy and that's where I could find them: the outlet mall. We did some shopping and then drove back to Gramoo's. Easton was being a bit hyper so Gramoo took him to the park to burn off some energy. I stayed in touch with Jason through the afternoon and it wasn't looking like the carpet would be done till late (they didn't leave till 8:40 p.m.!), and even when it was done there was still the matter of the house being rather un-livable from all the crap he had to stash everywhere. So, we had to stay one more night at Gramoo's. But I wasn't about to do another bedtime with Dalton like the night before so I called and asked to borrow Kelli's Pack & Play. I hadn't been to their house in the 5 years prior but I went twice in one day yesterday! I took the boys with me for the drive to Kelli's because Easton was being a rascal and wasn't demonstrating his best listening skills, Dalton was downright cranky and I felt bad that we were going to have to crash my mom's house for another night.

Once we got back to her house I set up the Pack and Play and Gramoo got the boys a bath. Dalton was scared of her big tub, I think, so I just dunked his butt in for a wash and got him right out. Poor guy. :( Bedtime went SO much better without trying to do a bed, thanks Kelli and Connor!!!

This morning Easton had school but I had a bit of a dilemma about waking him up. I was sure he'd wake up when Gramoo did but he didn't, at least not longer than it took him to tell her, "It's too bright" when she was in the closet. :) But he went back to sleep till maybe 7:45:


Dalton and I had been up since 6:00. Waiting and waiting. :) Once E woke we got him dressed real fast and we headed up to school. I'd already called to let them know he'd be late. And he was. By half an hour. But the little bugger still doesn't like school. So I said if he could be good and stop being such a punk about it, then how 'bout we make cookies later while Dalton took a nap? He agreed and Dalton and I were able to go on with our day.

Next stop: the grocery store for some breakfast. On our way in I noticed a grocery store employee babysitting a car and I thought, "I wonder if there's a kid locked inside". Then as Dalton and I were in the store I heard them say just that, "Yeah, I guess she locked her keys in the car with the kid inside". Dalton and I finished up our quick shopping trip and headed back out where I saw the poor pregnant woman consoling her daughter through the minivan window. I walked over and was like, "Hi, I kind of overheard what was going on..." and she was like, "If you don't have anywhere to be right now I wouldn't mind someone to talk to, I'm about to freak out". So we stayed with her. She used my cell phone to make sure her husband had gotten ahold of a lock smith. He had and said they'd be 15-20 minutes as they knew there was a kid locked inside. 20 minutes later still no one had come so I was like, "I wonder if the police department can open doors" and just then a grocery store employee walked out and was like, "I did this exact same thing and you know who we should call is the fire department." The pregnant mom was like, "That's what we were just saying!" so the employee called the fire department and a few moments later, sirens blaring, a big shiny truck pulled into the lot followed by a police car. I couldn't help but crack up at all the excitement!


But, the little girl had been in there for going on 40 minutes or so. :( The reason I have the picture is that I joked that, "Hey, I have my camera, you want me to take some pictures for your scrapbook?" and she was like, "Funny you mention that, I was just thinking I wished I had a camera". So I took pics of the "rescue" and such...and got her email address to send them to later. We had all sorts of time to talk while we waited on the no-show locksmith. She had just dropped her 4 year old off at preschool too. The toddler stuck in the carseat was almost 2 and she was expecting a third...although in her case she was due next week. She was like, "I keep picturing my water breaking right here while we wait and then I won't know what I'll do!" She was so sweet and so stressed. I was glad I could help her a tiny bit just by hanging out to talk and give her a phone to make a few calls when she needed to.

Dalton and I came home after that for some food and to check out our new carpet. I have some slight grumpiness about a visible seam, and that the carpet is full of static. And the squeaky floor in the "nursery" that Jason tried his hardest to fix is now somehow even louder than before! But it's soooooooo nice to see the basement nearly finished, especially. Much to Dalton's amusement, I literally rolled around on the floor down there. Till I got sick of shocking myself. It wasn't long before it was already time to go get Bubba.

We made a quick stop at Target and then came home for lunch. And Easton got to make the promised cookies:

They're those chocolate oatmeal no-bake "drop" cookies. Easton kept saying put a "dibble dopp there" which Seuss fans might recognize from "Mr. Brown Can Moo". They're cooling and hardening during his quiet time now. Can't wait to eat them!

Once Dalton wakes up I'm hoping to take them to the mall to play. It's been so long since we've done much fun that the boys are stuck playing in the backyard all the time:


Or torturing the cat:




I've discovered a clothespin clipped to Blitz's neck scruff and a pirate eye patch around his middle recently. In addition to those 3 pancake molds above. Poor kitty. No wonder he took the first opportunity he could to puke on one of the newly carpeted stairs within a half hour of the carpet guys leaving. :)

However, I'm back on my three times a day meds and I'm hoping that'll keep me where I can at least have fun with my kids again. I'd been missing them! The house and cooking is another story, especially because things usually get really bad in the late afternoon, right when I should be thinking about dinner. Blech.

Oh well, it'll be worth it eventually!