28

I'm 28 now. Well, as of the 6th. I will report that I don't feel much different, but that's to be expected right? My birthday fell on a Sunday, and I had worked all weekend, so after church all I really wanted to do was sleep.
On my way home from work Sunday morning, I heard some music in the car. I turned off the radio and couldn't figure out what was going on. I finally realized that Marsh had stashed the ipad underneath the seat. It went off at 6:30 am and was playing a birthday song and had a card with it.
After I got a much needed nap, Chan and Marsh sent me on a scavenger hunt, which was a cute idea. Each clue ended with a gift, and a small green bag with a question mark on it to give me another clue. Sense a batman theme here? Riddler to be exact. I got a new tripod for my camera, a camera case, and a new cd holder for the car. The scavenger hunt ended with Mr. Freeze in the freezer and an ice cream cake with everything you could imagine on it. Marsh and the boys got a bit carried away, so it was the kind of dessert that you eat 2 bites and you are sick.


Ice cream bars, whipped topping, marshmallows, and almost an entire bottle of magic shell.


Sound weird wishing myself Happy Birthday, but happy birthday to me. :)

Ready for Spring

I've decided that this last week I'm ready for Spring. Warmer weather, no snow, less sickness. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love the snow. There just gets to be a time when it's time for it to be warm. The boys are antsy being inside all of the time, and when the sick bug hits, it usually gets Rowan hard. It's a hard balance to have sick kids when both Marsh and I have to be somewhere most of the time during the day. So Rowan stayed home from preschool all week. You know what really makes me mad? I think I can pinpoint the boy who got him sick. Last Thursday, I stuck around Rowan's classroom for about a half hour. One little boy was coughing and green snotting EVERYWHERE. I was surprised that the teachers didn't say anything and was hoping they would call his mom to come get him. It was the kind of cough that had a ton of mucous behind it. Not the 3 day old, I'm finally getting over this cough. His mom had to have heard it when she brought him in. Yet she still brought him. I think there's a difference when you can't tell your child is sick, they have a fever, etc and they are around other kids, versus having a horrid cough and green colored snot, SEEING it, and still bringing them in.
Let's fast forward to Sunday evening. Rowan starts coughing and it's all been downhill from there. Fever, cough, wheezing, and lots of snot. I know he couldn't have gotten it from church as he started coughing that night, and we didn't go anywhere else that he would have picked it up.
So Marsh stayed home Wednesday so I could go to clinical, and I stayed home Thursday so Marsh could go to work. And to that mom who sent her 3 year old to preschool when he really should have been home - here's a sarcastic thanks from me and any other kids who got sick.

Countdown

Would you believe that when I was titling this post, I actually googled to see if countdown was 1 word or two? Yeah, pathetic. I actually do that a lot if I don't know how to spell a word, etc. Google and I are best friends.
I've seen these neat countdowns on a few friend's blogs - for vacations, school, etc. I thought I would copy because I'm cool like that and countdown the approximate days I have left of ultrasound school. You wonder why I countdown, but tomorrow is a 24 hour day consisting of 10 1/2 hour clinical, followed by a 12 hour shift that I'll be working. THAT is why I countdown. Not because I don't like school, I actually love it, but because of how much I miss sleeping and seeing my family sometimes. I've been told on several occasions to take it a day at a time, and I am. BUT - just in case you are wondering, I copycatted some of my friends and got a ticker. (It's at the very bottom of the page.) Took a screen shot a few seconds ago...

I'm going to bed now. One day at a time....

Happy 3rd Birthday Rowan!

I'm a little behind posting this, but better late than never! Rowan turned 3 on January 17th, so just about a month ago. I remember thinking how big Chandler seemed at 3, but Rowan still feels like my baby. Maybe because he is. I made huge strawberry flavored/chocolate bear and tiger cake pops for his big day.





We didn't do much for his birthday just because the boys are constantly getting new toys with blogging. I did find him a zhu zhu pet for $4 with a little set. He was so cute and happy with it.




We next headed to McDonalds, which wouldn't be my choice, but it definitely hits the top of the list for Rowan. We were going to try to go see Megamind at the dollar theater and hyped the boys up to see it. We got there right when is was supposed to start, and it was sold out? The boys were so sad and couldn't figure out why we had to leave. Instead we headed to Target and let them play in the toy aisle for an hour. Kinda tacky, but who cares.

At 3 Rowan:
Is starting to talk much more, in sentences and says the funniest things

Loves to draw and color

Likes to eat: Honey sandwiches, Pepsi (if he gets ahold of it.), oatmeal & cereal, broccoli, hamburgers, apples

Loves animals, especially my sister's dog Martini. (Even if he isn't always nice to her.)

Is about ready for potty training. He likes to put on Chan's clothes and underwear. Come spring break, guess that's what we'll be doing.

Likes to look at books with little or no words. Aka scriptures, manuals, textbooks. Funny boy.

Little Man Love

I really haven't been home that much this week. I've had clinical and work everyday, sometimes work overnight. Today was the first day that I got to be home with the boys and I have to be honest that it tugged at my heart strings a little bit. I'm so excited to be cutting back at work this next week and will only have 1 shift a week. That should lighten the load a bit. I pulled out the camera today to get some shots of the boys in some new clothes we got to review.


They were adorable as always, and as I edited the pictures for the post this afternoon, I was reminded just why they tug at my heart strings. Perfect, healthy, handsome boys. I sure am blessed.

CTR

About 3 weeks ago, Chandler got a CTR (Choose the Right) ring from one of his teachers at church. He was so excited when he showed it to me and said he wanted to Choose the Right. It's been interesting to talk with him when things happen, and I see the wheels turning in his head when I ask him what Jesus would want him to do and what is the right way to choose in certain situations. (Fighting with brother, listening to mom and dad, etc.) Although it's a cheap ring worth only about a quarter, it's amazing what kind of an impact it's had on him, and how it makes him stop to think. It hasn't left his little finger since he got it, and I don't think it's going anywhere anytime soon.