Sick Kids

We have been pretty lucky these last two years in the sick world. I contribute it to slowly getting vaccinated, breast feeding, and sadly not living by family. The only times we have gotten sick, were after a trip to Idaho! Nobody's fault; it's just what happens when a bunch of people get together. 

This last sickness came from preschool. I'm actually surprised we haven't gotten anything besides colds there. His preschool is super strict, BUT the quality of people that go there are the ones that keep their children home to prevent it from spreading. I can't say enough good things about Lincoln's preschool; he has grown in so many positive ways that he simply wouldn't have at home. 

Anyways, back to sickness. Almost two weeks ago Lincoln was constantly complaining about how his head hurt. I was getting super annoyed because I was trying to get him to clean his room and help me out; he is always dying when I ask him to do something. Finally, I jokingly reached over to feel his hurt head , and shocked I said, "Holy crap! Your head is on fire!" He instantly began crying, and I instantly felt bad. The poor kid had a fever.

The fever lasted for 3 DAYS! He would fall asleep wherever his body felt: the deck, on the laundry, the floor, the couch, and the car. Whenever Lincoln gets sick, he gets whatever he wants, and he wanted pancakes every single day. So we have been eating a lot of pancakes. 

A week later, Maverick got the same fever. Unlike Lincoln, he doesn't sleep his sickness away. He rolls around everywhere whining, and does lots of crying. He did fall asleep in my arms, and while standing, but other than that he only has slept at night. It was sad watching him suffer, and I'm so glad it has been the only time he has been sick (besides colds). We of course are eating pancakes through his sickness too, and today is day three. 

Eating pancakes on Maverick's sick days.Hanging out in our pajamas and underwear. We built a car track all the way down the stairs. 

Here is to Scott and I not getting sick!

Mother's Day

This Mother's Day I will remember forever. Nothing big happened. I didn't have a baby or celebrate it for the first time; I simply understood it. On past Mother's Days I have asked to be pampered. I don't want to change diapers, make bottles, hold crying kids, or clean up toys. I guess you might say, it is the one day a year that I don't want to be a mother. Sounds horrible, I know.

This year it felt different. I felt different. On Wednesday I went to a "Munchies with Moms" at Lincoln's preschool. The kids sang adorable songs, made us hats, cards, and coasters. It was perfect, and I suddenly felt this overwhelming sense of pride. I get to be a mom! I get to come to these activities and listen to my child sing! I am experiencing something I dreamed of my entire life! 

I am lucky.

When Lincoln walked out on the stage I felt something I can't even explain. I instantly began crying, and the tears that I quietly wiped away, were a small drop of  evidence of the happiness swarming inside. My little boy sang his heart out to me, and I will never forget it.

When we got home, all I could think about was how Mother's Day flowers, chocolates, and presents were so silly. My heart was so full I couldn't imagine wanting anything else for Mother's Day. 

I also felt a sense of sadness. I felt guilty for being so selfish; for taking my children for granted. I know too many beautiful women who can't have children. It breaks my heart. It doesn't seem fair, and I can't imagine what Mother's Day means to them. They are so strong, and their constant faith and powerful examples are what help me in my parenting.

You might say this Mother's Day was extra special because I finally stopped focusing on me. It was a day that I spent being grateful for what I have, and a day to remember the little boys who call me mom. 

Lincoln turned five!

This year I decided to keep Lincoln's birthday simple. Last year he got a friend party, so this year we did one as a family. When I asked what type of cake he wanted he automatically said, "An army cake." I began browsing cakes and found some cool fondant ones, but he didn't like any of them. He wanted soldiers fighting, so that's what I did! 

This was definitely a very fun and easy birthday. We took him to the movies, went to eat somewhere fancy, Olive Garden, and then went home for cake and presents. 

I tend to spend waaaaay too much on presents, so this year I kept the toys to a minimal, and spent most of our money on nice clothes and shoes instead. He got 4 new pairs of shoes! Haha! 

He was very excited about his presents, but his favorite was the legoes from grandma Jones. 

He also got a lot of craft things that we can do together. I always feel like new toys are played with for about a week before being shoved away in the closet, so I wanted to give him things that would work better as memorable moments. Grandma Roberts obliged and got him markers and shirts, so he could color on his clothes. 

It was a fun birthday! Lincoln is definitely my little angel; he is so thoughtful of others. We sure so love him!