I can't believe my baby just finished his first year of 'school'. It makes me proud and sad and sentimental all at the same time. He's grown so much -from a baby to a boy and I have to give a big Kudos to his awesome teachers for showing him the way. We love you!

A Halleluiah Moment

These are those moments where we have a major breakthrough and it sings in my head. Like when you get a baby to sleep through the night or W eats something new and healthy. We had another one this morning.

We went to get shoes for W yesterday. He only wears Keds. It’s not my doing…HE WILL ONLY WEAR KEDS…and he hates to be barefoot. Drives me insane.

But I tried anyway. He picked out purple Polliwogs (kind of like crocs but they have animals on them and they come in one size). Wasn’t sure he would wear them. He talked about them and held them when we got home but wouldn’t put them on his feet. I wasn’t going to push it.

So we were getting ready for school and I was putting on his shoes. The Polliwogs were right next to us so I ever so slyly slipped them on his foot. He got up and started walking, hesitantly at first then I heard it

Halleluiah!!!!!!!!!!!!

My own private hell

I’ve been out of commission since the Monday after Mother’s Day. I woke up and wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t just that I wasn’t hungry it was that I didn’t want to eat. I didn’t feel bad or anything. I ate two bites of cereal and put my spoon down. I am not sure you understand. That doesn’t happen to me. Even if I am not hungry, I finish everything on my plate. We were taught that as kids. The reasoning was twofold. 1. Not really a reason, it was just something you did. 2. If you didn’t eat it and eat it fast it would be eaten soon by someone else. But this particular morning I couldn’t.

Master P and I went to get coffee. Drank it and was fine. Came home and all of the sudden I was so hungry (or so I thought) I was nauseous. I could barely get through finishing feeding him his bottle. I scrambled two eggs and started eating them. I started to sweat and then I wanted to vomit. Blah. I couldn’t shake the feeling. But always with reason 1 in the back of my head I took a break and went back to the eggs. Gross, I know. I barely choked them down.

I had to get W from school but at this point I felt like laying on the bathroom floor with a bucket by my head. I took a Mardi Gras cup with me to pick him up in case I couldn’t make it home. And the day went quickly downhill.

By 3pm I couldn’t move. I was lying on the floor with P begging to die. Called J to ask if he could come home early. I promised him he could work all he wanted the rest of the week. No questions asked. He seemed exasperated but said he would. 3:22pm I couldn’t take the floor any longer. I picked Master P up to go upstairs and then I had to make a crucial decision. Do I vomit in the powder room while holding him or try to make it to my bedroom. I took off running, made it to our bed where lovingly placed him (or rather kind of quickly yet safely chucked him) and made it to the bathroom. Whew. Called J. He was on his way home. He said he was at Jackson ave. I hung up the phone and cried. Not because I was thankful he was coming (which I was) but because I didn’t think I had it in me to wait the 5 minutes more that it would take him to get home.

From then on I threw up 5 more times. Mostly dry heaving.

8:15 we called the doctor for something to STOP IT!!!!

TMI I know but he gave me a suppository. First time I ever gave one to myself. I couldn’t very well ask J to do it and well, he didn’t offer.

It was my savior. It didn’t cure the nausea but I at least slept a bit. The rest of the week was up and down. One minute I would feel ok, the next I was back in hell. The dr. thought it was food poisoning. So on top of being sick I was in a deep depression thinking I could never go to Superior Grill again. It was the only thing I ate besides beignets at 11am Sunday morning. My life as I know it would have been over. No more SG Margaritas!? No more Superior platter?! I couldn’t imagine and still can’t. But I am thinking that it was actually a stomach bug since it lasted a whole week. And boy do I feel skinny!

So we went to visit the in-laws this weekend. It was probably the first plane trip the W can remember. He's a seasoned traveler, what with Katrina and all, but this was a new thing as far as he was concerned and he loved it. The whole trip was an adventure for him. From the airplane to the hotel room key card to meeting his cousins and back. On the way there he fell asleep on the plane but since he couldn't recline his seat he did an instant face plant into his tray. Luckily J caught him by the forhead in time. and because J had to hold Master P as well (due to airplane regs, I won't get into it) he had to hold the baby with one hand and keep W up by his forehead with the other.

The cribs were like a cage. W couldn't get comfy and the minute he woke up on Sat. he said, "I tired". W threw up all over himself and creation and ended up in a St. Louis Cardinal onesy that was a gift complete with the knee socks in 45 degree weather.

They were totally out of their element. Meeting a ton of new people and new animals and still managed to wow everyone.

The moral of the story, or the trip, is that my boys are great kids, great travelers in the face of adversity.