My baby is sick. It's no fun being sick, but I think it's worse when you're a baby. He knows he feels rotten, but he's not sure why, and so all he wants is to be held.
It's hard to hold a baby 24/7 when you have three other children.
And it's hard to be sympathetic at 12:30AM and 2AM and 3:30AM when you have to get up at 5:30AM. Luckily, I have a husband who is sympathetic and took him at the 3:30AM shift so I could sleep before I got up to run.
(Here he is, NOT sick)
Also, #3 is now 3. Well, we all knew that. What I mean is that he is three. As in there's the "Terrible Two's" and then there's the "Unreasonable Three's". I named them that after #1 turned three. And believe you me, they are REAL. He's spent more time in time-out these last few days then he has his whole life. I know it will pass, but with sick baby and busy girls, it's driving me crazy.
(#3 is sweet when he sleeps!)
*In other news, we hear that my brother is safe and busy in Iraq. He fills orders all day long and doesn't leave the base. That's my favorite part. Not leaving the base. He seems happy --and we hear that he even gets to attend Church. Be safe, Big D!
*OH! And I forgot (which is silly, because this is cool), but Brandon just got called to be the 1st Counselor in the Young Men's Presidency! For those who do not know, Brandon served with the Deacons (12-13 year old boys) for FIVE years (before we moved here). Now he's graduated to the Teachers! (14-15 year old boys) He's very excited and I wasn't at all surprised. :)