Dino Dig

Sunday night I came down with horrible stomach pains. It wasn't a typical stomach ache or even stomach cramps it was like there was a needle going done my digestive track poking and scraping on it's journey. Who knows exactly what it was. Possibilities were, I was not able to handle the new Chai Latte that I recently purchased from the grocery in my attempts to get my Starbucks addiction under control. Second, maybe food poisoning from salad dressing in the fridge that wasn't past it's expiration, but had been there awhile. Finally, a mild outbreak of E Coli. I would explain, but it would take too much time and might gross out the weak stomach. So sufficed to say, I was down and out for Memorial Day. Cory was a great help and besides my kids just needing occasional mommy time I was able to rest most of the day. I was so weak by Tuesday with no food or fluids Cory stayed home in the AM to help get me back on my feet. By lunch time I was doing much better. I wasn't ready to run, but a Dino Adventure was perfect for getting my little ones to sit and dig in hard packed clay for a good hour.

It was fun, but I definitely could never be a paleontologist. I would destroy every dig site with my lack of patience. Hence, we lost the neck to our Tyrannosaurus and had to find a replacement, so Mr. Rex's head could be attached. We also broke a couple toes off and split the arm in two, but nothing a little Gorilla Glue couldn't repair.

Germs germs everywhere

So I've been trying to figure our how to keep my kids healthy. It breaks my heart to watch them feel miserable, plus it's hard when they don't feel well. Being home bound, whining kiddos, sleepless nights and inevitably catching their illness is just not my cup of tea. So what is the answer? Never go anywhere to keep the germs away? I don't think so. The thought of being completely confined to our house for cold and flu season seems far more miserable than the above list. Besides, I have friends that have attempted this and it didn't seem to work. I thought pumping them full of vitamin C, D3 and probiotics(here's some info if you don't know about these) would help. Sadly, not so much. Finally, avoiding foods that increase mucus should do the trick, wrong! We all are coughing up a lung, currently. One positive that I did learn from all this is Caleb likes almond milk. I am thrilled, an alternative to milk that he will drink without consequences.

Lately, the thing that I've been contemplating is wearing gloves and tying antibacterial to my kids' belt loops. Maybe, I need to become a germ freak. We are going to try this despite all that I believe that contradicts. I find thinking about this is making me a little obsessed. Not to mention, the strong gag reflex I've recently developed when I look at door handles and bathroom flushers.

A side note, going along with keeping things clean. I thought it would be fun to get some feed back. A recent poll in England had the population admitting that half a million Brits only wash their sheets three times a year. Kelly Ripa (love her) washes her sheets every other day. Say what, who has time for that? I am being honest here, so hopefully I don't gross too many of you out. I wash ours about every two weeks and that is doing good. How often do you wash yours? Love to hear comments on this.

Beauty is a curse

Okay, so I have to admit I am starting to feel the effects of days and days of snow. I am so ready for spring!!! I guess having little ones sick so much is wearing me down. Makaylee is sick yet again and has been running a temperature for the past 2 1/2 days. I'm waiting until tomorrow to call the doctor. I want here to fight this off without getting on antibiotics, again. Maybe it is time for tubes. Any thoughts on this? I am determined though to stay positive, so here are some beautiful things that come with the cold.
The icicles are amazing this one is at least 3 feet long on the side of the house.



It is also so beautiful to watch my sweet family enjoy each other.


This was taken before sissy got sick. Both kids love eating the snow.





Daddy had them in stitches every time he buried his head in the snow. What he will do for a laugh!!