I just was notified that I won the Editor’s Choice in my category for that blog contest that I kept hounding yall about. That’s somethin’, right? Good for the old ego, in any case.

Woo!

Sorry, just feeling a little blah today. Was up with Linus again at 1 am, he was just screaming for no discernible reason. A year ago, I would have assumed an ear infection, but they have tubes so I know it’s not that. I think it’s nightmares. It’s just like what happened last week, but this time I didn’t take him out of his room. I took him out of his bed after Miles and Oliver started to wake up, and then laid down on the floor with him, using a pile of laundry as a pillow.

At least this time I was able to get him back in bed before too long. But man, I’m tired today. Blah.

And then there was the weekend. I had to get four new tires for my van, which was an expense we were not expecting. That just sucks. Blah.

Maybe I need to pull up the blinds in my office. The weather is gorgeous outside, I think the sunshine might help my mood.

Or maybe looking at this picture will help…

(hang on, it’s a mental picture – my camera battery is still dead – so I’ll have to describe it to you…)

Picture a slide, like this:

in our backyard

with three giggling little boys climbing and sliding and having fun.

Yeah, now I feel better. 🙂

PS Thanks for all the votes in the contest. It’s over and I didn’t win, but that’s okay. Megan’s blog is certainly worthy of being Best Multiples Blog, so I’m okay about it.

We had a busy weekend! Whew.

The boys stayed at Granny & Grandpa’s house Friday and Saturday night because of my plans. Saturday I went to get my hair colored (thanks Dad for the gray hair. Not Mom. Just Dad.) and then headed to Baton Rouge for my baby cousin Sara’s wedding. I mean, not literally a baby, but I babysat her, so yeah, my baby cousin. She looked just beautiful. And it’s always fun to hang out with my family, especially when there is wine involved and the kids are at Granny & Grandpa’s house.

Unfortunately, George couldn’t come because some MINIVAN decided driving over NAILS would be a GOOD IDEA. Hmmph. Bad minivan. That minivan owes me $600. You know, Minivan, I can think of a LOT more fun things to spend $600 on. NOT tires. Hmmph. So George had to deal with that on Saturday. Fun.

On Sunday, I went to get the boys, and then we went to our friend Annabel’s 2nd birthday party. Oh man. It was Elmo-themed, and I swear I thought the boys’ heads were going to collectively explode at all of the Elmo and Oscar and Ernie and Grover and Big Bird displayed. It was like everywhere they turned, “Ehmo! Ehmo! Bih-Buh! Ennie!”

(Of course my camera battery died before I could get a picture of the boys with the birthday girl. Hopefully I’ll get more pictures from another attendee.)

Heh. So cute. Seriously, not even a Yo Gabba Gabba themed party would have been so exciting for them.

After the party, we headed to the grocery store where I pulled the boys in their wagon while I tried to put two gallons of milk in a reusable grocery bag.

Note: You cannot put two gallons of milk in a reusable grocery bag and expect the handles to stay attached to said bag. Let’s just say I learned that.

And this lesson was taught to me right as my old work friend Shelley walked by. First time I’ve seen her in over five years, and it was as I was, shall we say, struggling. Man. I always have this dream of appearing cool, calm, unfrazzled when I’m out with the boys. But that never seems to happen. Hmm.

So then we went to our friend’s pizza place and hung out. The boys, they love split pea soup! Good discovery.

(First…have you voted? http://tinyurl.com/ygloo4e Remember, you can vote over and over and over again! I mean, for me. Ha ha!)

So last night, after the boys were zipped into their crib tents but before I turned off the lights (and before Linus woke up screaming inconsolably…but that’s another story) I pulled out a Shel Silverstein book to read them a few poems. Didn’t you love those books when you were little? I did.

I had the book open, and Miles was pointing to it, saying, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

So I looked at the back of it, and figured out why.

Uncanny, isn’t it?

(And as far as Linus goes, I think we got a taste of a nightmare or something. He wouldn’t go near his room after I got him out of bed. We ended up bringing him to bed with us, which is something we’ve never done. And I hope never to have to do again. We only have a queen sized bed!)

Looking for the waffle post? It’s over here!

Just look at these videos…(well, listen. They’re kind of hard to see, as they were taken with George’s cell phone.)

Video 1

Video 2

And no, I don’t know what he was saying. But it sure was cute!

I really need to post, but I also need to find my camera battery charger so I can take pictures to post. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a pictureless post. Unless…I post old pictures!

How about a collage of The Face of Miles.

Lest you think he is all judgemental and grumpy, I must point out his truly devilish grin…

Okay, okay. Let’s all really hope my camera battery charger isn’t in a hotel room in Canada, so I can get back to real posts! (If it is in Canada, I’ll just have to feature “the face of Oliver” and “the face of Linus”…hmmm.)

***WARNING: LOTS OF GROSS STUFF INSIDE***DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T HAVE KIDS BUT PLAN TO ONE DAY***

It all started yesterday, maybe. Daycare called me to get Linus, they said he was having an asthma attack. But when I went to get him, he was fine. Usually when this happens, I only get the sick one, but Miles and Oliver saw me, and I had to bring them home too, for fear of mass hysteria breaking out at daycare.

So we all came home. I gave Linus a breathing treatment just in case. All was well. We played. George came home. I fed them dinner. Perhaps this is really when it all started?

At 7ish, we put the boys to bed. Linus and Miles were not having any of it. They were pissed. Linus was screaming bloody murder, so I ended up getting him and bringing him into the living room to watch Project Runway with Teresa and me. Finally, at around 8:30, he went to sleep.

And then at 10:30, he woke up screaming again. Went to get him, and I theorized that he was constipated. He was absolutely inconsolable, so I called the ped, who gave me some suggestions. Not five minutes after I got off the phone with her, I hear more crying in their room. I figured it was Miles, since he’d been upset earlier. But no. As soon as I open the door, I’m hit with a wall of stench. You know the smell.

Puke.

And it was Oliver. Oliver?? I was shocked. He’d gone to bed without a fuss! So we got him out of bed, I changed his sheets and his jammies, wiped him down, and after a little while, put him and Linus (who by this point had pooped some and seemed okay) back in bed. Called the ped to update her, and she said it was either something they ate or a virus.

Please god, let it be something they ate. Because if it’s a virus, it’s a day or two of puking followed by a week of diarrhea.

Gaaah!

So at around 1:30, George and I attempt to go to sleep. There is more puking. I lost count how many times I changed sheets and jammies. Miles puked at around 5 am, and then we were all up for the day. There was another puking incident somewhere in there too.

Isn’t this fun? They all went down for a nap a few hours ago, and by the sounds of it, they’re waking up again now. I’m scared to go into their room. Linus hasn’t puked yet (knock on wood) so my new theory is that it was the yogurt that only Miles and Oliver ate last night at dinner. But it was literally only a spoonful each, so I dunno.

Please, please, please let there be no vomit!

Cross your fingers for me. And your toes.

So you know I’ve been dealing with this eye thing. I have always been squeamish about eyes. So much that when I first started wearing contacts in high school, I wore hard lenses so I wouldn’t have to touch my eyeball to take them out. (You just pull on the corner of your eye, blink, and *pop*, out it comes. Probably not the best for avoiding wrinkles later in life, but whatever.)

Then I got brave a few years ago and switched to soft. Much more comfortable, but I had to get used to squeezing my eyeball (okay, not literally, but that’s what it seems like) to take them out. By now, I’m a pro at that.

But there’s something about having a fever blister on your eyeball to take the squeamishness to an all-time high. Yes, that’s what I had on my eye. Fortunately, thanks to a gajillion visits to my new eye doctor, it’s all gone, except for a tiny scar on my eyeball. Yeah, I’m tough.

Yesterday at my appointment, my eye doctor, who appears to be in his 60s, but is obviously an 11 year old boy at heart, actually turned my eyelids inside out. Ewwww! What kind of sadistic brute is this man? He’s really very nice, but grody. Was that really necessary? And then, to add insult to injury, my eyes were dilated! That’s actually kind of trippy. But having to drive back to work on a brutally sunny day after having that happen is, well, wrong.

But I’ve survived and today my eyes are all back to normal.

Speaking of eyes, aren’t these the cutest eyes in the whole wide world? How did I get babies with such beautiful blue eyes?

PS If you haven’t already, and feel I am deserving of such an honor, please go vote for me for Blog of the Year over at the Multiples and More blog! 😀 (Don’t worry, you don’t have to register or anything, just click!)