Urine on the Face

So, we've been trying to potty train Tommy (it's not working) and so his interest in the potty is off the charts. The other night I (Rob) came home from a friend's house with Tommy and had to pee like a race horse. So, I busted into the bathroom and gently swung the door closed behind me, but it didn't latch. Tommy knew exactly what was going on in there, so he threw the door open while I was in full urination mode. The excitement on his face when he saw daddy "going pee-pee like a big boy in the potty" was too much to handle and he lunged forward to get a closer look. Unfortunately for him, I was standing with a wide stance and he tripped over my foot, which catapulted him towards the cammode. Both of his little hands grasped the rim of the toilet, stopping him from falling right in to the toilet. That's not the bad part. His momentum carried his larger-than-average head directly into my urine stream. It all happened so fast that it took a moment for me to realize what had just happened...I just peed on my kid's face. I knew he was in shock because he just stood there, with both hands still grasped tightly to the porcelain, until he finally allowed one hand to wipe the urine from his eye. Kate was in bed by this time and when she heard the tub water running (we'd already given him his nightly bath by this time) she came out to see what was going on; why would I be giving our son another bath??? So, then I had to explain to her that I had just peed all over her son's face. Ohhh, the joys of fatherhood! I can just see him in 10 years, laying on a couch, explaining to a shrink that all of his anxiety and social problems started as a child, when his father peed on his face. Hopefully he's too young to remember it. I hope that's the case, but only time will tell.

These Ruined Everything

Some say that that Christmas is the worst time of the year on their waist lines...not me. Easter is the worst for me. Easter candy kills me... Mini Cadburry Eggs to be specific. I feel like I kid at fat camp who needs to eat it while he can, and I stuff it in my mouth by the palm fulls. Kate, get a hold of yourself. You were doing so good. You are a strong, confident woman. Wait, whats that? They are 2 for $6 at the store, gotta go.

Family Pictures

We got new family pictures taken this week by an amazing photographer and friend Christine Olson. It was a quick shoot, cause little did we know, Thomas has a double ear infection at the time and wasn't cooperating with us. But the 15 minutes that we shot were fun...and I am getting over my great fear of getting our family pictures done cause I don't like "how I look 'right now, give me a few more months'". If I keep doing that, we will never have family pictures, we will never have any...wait, that is what has happened. So here they are...Thanks Christine! You are worth every penny!

Is it bedtime yet?

What would life be like without doing around the clock treatments?

I hope I am not the only mom who wonders some days "Is it bedtime yet"? or "will I ever make it till bedtime"? These thoughts circulate every two minutes on days like today and yesterday when you have a sick little one. T's asthma has been bad...add what we thought was a "cough" to it, it was super duper not fun. I had an inkling things were wrong, and wanted to get it sorted out before we fly home for ten day on Saturday. Good thing. He had a temperature of 103 degrees, double ear infection, and one ear drum that she expects to burst. She also thought he had phenomena and had him do x-rays. I knew he didn't, and insisted that's just how his asthma sounds when its really bad...I was right, but he does have a bacterial infection in his chest that could be making it worse. Pretty sad boy. The DR said we cant leave now till Monday, and still even deicide by how he is feeling. is it me, or is my kid SICK ALL THE F-ING TIME??? Like really sick? With real legit things! I say, "UNCLE" for his sake...and hope for good news from the Pediatric GI specialist on the 22 so ne thing goes his way...and pray we can last yet one more day of cabin fever...what can I do?? ANY ideas of how to keep a sick kid happy inside...beside TV? He's over that.

Iceskating turns to Icehating

We took Thomas Ice skating for the first time...Why...Still not sure. Everyone else was, so we followed. He thought it was cool at first, then screamed bloody murder. So like good parents, we documented it.

Hide the Dookie...Beware, poop is shown.

The realities of parenting can be hard some days. Some days while looking at other people's blogs, their children seem perfect and only say cute things, draw pictures of Jesus and the temple, say "I love you", don't hit, eat all the right foods, are potty training, are talking up a storm, and ask to take naps. I look at these blogs and feel overwhelmed that maybe Thomas isn't exactly where he should be some days. I sigh, "Why am I comparing my child? He is as normal as everyone else right???"

My brothers tell stories of a game they played in college called "hide the dookie". It's where you poop (sorry for anyone who has any manners reading this blog...stop now) in a bag, and hide it somewhere in someone else's room. They can smell it, but cant find it. They search and search, only to smell poop.

Last night after getting Thomas undressed for his bath, he broke away from me naked. He ran screaming with glee waiting for me to catch him. We bathed him, got him in his P.J's, but stared to smell poop. We checked his diaper, changed his P.J's, and wondered if he had " had an accident on the carpet". The next 15 minutes Rob and I were on our hands and knees sniffing our carpet, trying to find where this strong poop smell was coming from. We gave up.

A while later I was turning out the lights to go to bed, when I found this...By the trash can. He had to have popped a squat. Thomas played hide the dookie with us. That's normal right???

The Holidays

After a few weeks of total hell, we made it home to California. I nearly cried when we got in in my parents car on the way home from the airport because it meant that we had "made it". I could finally breathe and had reinforcements in case my "luck" still continued.

Christmas was magical. My house was more gorgeous and decorated than the North Pole and Macey's department store. We couldn't have asked for a better break. We had a great time with family and friends.


Bowling at Danville bowl...with all the grand kids.

Max teaching Tommy how to do the iphone.
We did a 2 hour tour of San Fransisco on Segways...So cool. Here we are with Alcatraz in teh background.
Here I am looking like I am going FAST...or dumb?
Golden gate in the background.

Mt. Diablo Rock City with our friends the Cahoons

Christmas Morning
Christmas Eve and the Red Sweater Vest...In honor of Grampa Drue.



Thomas' first glance at Grandmas house...he was in shockHugs from Mana


The boys making fun of how we tuck our jeans into our boots now...Some of the grand kids and Mana and Popop at the front door
Hope you all have a Great New year....