What's new with us??

Well, I'm glad you asked!

1. Gabe, Elijah and I are flying to Maine Monday for a few weeks. Justin will be joining us the last five days and we'll all be flying back together. I'm super excited about this.

2. Justin was in a car accident late Monday night coming home from work. It was the other guys fault. Both cars were towed and no news yet on whether or not our vehicle will/can be fixed. We're praying it's totaled so we can get the mini-van we desperately need. Justin really hurt his bad knee (that he had surgery on several years ago) and has since been limping occassionally, so hopefully that will clear up and he won't have any more complications resulting from it. We are covered through the other guys insurance, however, for 2 years should something medical come up. He also hit his head pretty bad and has a quarter-sizes scab, which has been healing nicely.

3. Our rental is a white PT cruiser. Gabe loves it and is thrilled. He gets excited when we go somewhere and asks if we're going in the "white car" and when I say yes he says, "Oh thank you mommy, thank you!!" So polite, my little young man.

4. I had both boys in the ER on two separate occassions a couple weeks ago. Gabe had severe ear infections in both ears (and 10 days of ammoxocylin sp? cleared that up nicely) and Elijah was having a hard time breathing one day-the next day after Gabe's ER trip. He was just looking at me with his abdomen retracting like you wouldn't believe, with tears in his eyes. All he could do was sit there and stare at me with this scared look on his face and those tears...I'll never forget it. Anyways, Justin was at work and I didn't have the car. I called the pedi and they told me to take him into the ER right away as he was also wheezing. But again...NO CAR. But just as soon as I hung up with the pedi, a guy from our church came by and was able to take us. Elijah's angel (and mommy's too as I was having a hard time watching my baby struggle to breath). PLUS I was super worn out from taking care of Gabe the last two days straight with puking/screaming of bad stomach pains and....you moms know the drill. No sleep!! Anywho I don't mean to complain but, it was VERY difficult. SO we get to the ER and they admit him asap and administer 1 of 2 rounds of breathing treatmens. The first helped a little but it was obvious he was still having trouble so they gave him another. The wheezing never stopped so they gave me an inhalor with a spacer for him to take home, and told me we needed to get a nebulizer (breathing machine) for the house, but our insurance wouldn't cover it, yada, yada. Anyways they sent us come. He was fine for a few hours and then started again. I offered the inhalor and it seemed to help. Doses of antibiotics, 2 steriods, chest x-rays, and SEVERAL pedi visits later it's been determined that since mommy has asthma that most likely so does baby boy. It was probably one of the scariest things I've experienced as a mom. But he hasn't had any episodes since, and he's off all the meds/steroids, and for that I'm thankful. Healthy kids=happy, thankful mama. But I won't be going too far without his inhalor and spacer. Ever.

5. Gabe will be 3 this Sunday. Wow. And...that's pretty much all I have to say about that.

(Rant below)

6. Elijah is walking all over the place and has been for quite some time. This is exciting to see. And I think the older my boys get, the more emotional and sapppy I get as I'm with them. It's nothing to see my eyes well up with tears just watching them play, or get choked up trying to talk to Gabe when he's having one of his usual empathetic conversations with me. I don't know if it's the age he's at or not, but he has turned into the most caring, empathetic boy :) It warms my heart....and reduces me to a basket case. Just the other day I was going through winter coats/hats/mittens from last year trying to determine which ones could make it through another winter when I stumbled across this little sweater hat/mittens combo. It was so cute, little, blue and...who'd have thought one tiny article of clothing could reduce me to a pile of tears and mush? I get SO sad I wonder if it's normal sometimes to feel as though your kids are aging years right before your very eyes and feeling suffocated by the lack of power to stop it. End rant.

7. That seems to be life in a nut-shell lately. I'm sure as soon as I post this I'll think of something else that I wanted to share...so until then!