Friday

Most of the time I'm pretty ok with some of the lesser liked responsibilities of motherhood. I mean, I have bright, healthy and happy boys. We have the best days full of discovering bugs, the knee bone (Wyatt asked me what that thing was under his skin. I said it was a knee bone and he got excited and said, ""there's a doggy bone in there mama?"), and how water flows differently out of different shaped containers. Lot's of fun.....but sometimes when I see what is before me it just makes my little heart shutter..............


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Poppies and Peas

This is what I made right before the sickness overtook us. I thought I needed a happy picture for this post. I've been making quite a few of these wool flowers, none have made it to the shop. They've all been gifts, sorry. This is my first poppy and I love it! I just learned how to do it and it's so amazingly simple, I can't believe I never figured it out before. It's red linen and I plan on making 2 more of a smaller size and then using all 3 to make a "It's Spring and I'm Happy because I'm Wearing a Red Poppy" pin. :0)

Wyatt climbed up into the pantry this morning while I was unloading the dishwasher and pulled out a jar of babyfood peas. "Mommy, I want this. I want peas!" 'Yeah, right.' I think in my head.....but he persisted so I sat down at the table and watched him eat, with absolute relish, a whole jar of mushy peas. He even scraped the jar! Why am I blogging about this? Because this is SO WEIRD! Not to mention all I could manage this morning was a piece of toast and a glass of 7-up. I can't even drink coffee yet and here my son sits eating something the color of how I feel and loving every minute of it. I really must be slacking on my mom duties, in fact I can't remember the last time I made a vegetable. I know it wasn't this week.
In case you were wondering, half of the Vashey house is doing better but still a little under the weather. Zane nurses well, but he's fussy, sleeps more and has a slight temp. I'm just sore, sleepy and have no appetite. Wyatt and Jon are great, just great, never better. My husband is doing exceptionally well. If you know us, then you know why but I won't say here. Jon, I envy you right now.

Natural Disasters and kids

Why is it that when I leave the room I always feel like something bad is going to happen? Maybe it's b/c it almost always does..... Why do I have to leave my sons alone at all? Well, I don't take them to the bathroom with me and Wyatt usually does his own thing while I nurse in the bedroom (why I nurse in the bedroom is another long story). Today his "own thing" was salt. Before we even had breakfast, this is what I was faced with! Have you heard of people having an "eagle eye"? Well, I possess an eagle ear. I can usually asses what's going on in the other rooms with my super sensitive hearing. These two situations surpassed even my super human powers .
Note to self: Never let your toddler see you throw away old mascara in the trashcan. He will most assuredly dig it out and wreak havoc. Yes, he wrote on his baby brother's head. He also wrote on the table, which I don't have pictured here.