Melts my Heart

Here is a little Logan update....

He will be 10 Months old tomorrow.

At nine months he was 24 lbs and 30 in long.

He has seven teeth.

He is fascinated with wheels and how they turn and also doors, he loves to open and close them.

He recently found his nose and figured out how to put his finger in it.

After the finger goes in the nose, it goes in the mouth.

He loves being outside.

He is trying to walk, but hasn't quite figured it out.

He loves to do "dive bombs" aka jump out of your lap when your sitting in a chair.

He loves to hang upside down.

He is the happiest when Wes and I are BOTH home.

He loves going to my parents house.

He also loves when Pop calls him Doodie.

He thinks he is one of the dogs at Rox's house.

And he tries to give me kisses with his mouth wide open and tongue out.

But most of all.

HE MELTS MY ♥

Victim # 3, 4, and 5

Yep! That's right.. the big bad flu got us all! I took Kohl home on Wed and he seemed to be doing much better which was great. I on the other hand didn't feel so great. I didn't really worry about it thinking it was just stress from taking care of two sick kids. Wes came home Wed night from work and felt horrible. I made him a pretty bath.. hehe yes, I said pretty. His words were more like " why are you making me a smelly whore bath?!?" But that didn't make him feel any better so he just went to bed. He woke up feeling 10x better and I woke up SICK! Grr. On Thanksgiving. Really? It couldn't have picked a better day? Actually I was supposed to work on Thanksgiving and the day before, but that didn't work out since the FLU decided to take our house hostage and not let go for a week. Wes and I had more like a stomach bug than the full fledged flu, but then it decided to take one more hostage. Someone that doesn't even live in this flu infested house. MY STEP-MOM. AHHH. Today she woke up feeling like poo. And let me tell you that poor woman has the full fledged flu. My dad called me this morning to tell me that she was sick, and also to blame Logan ( sounds familiar... Kohl!) hehe just kidding. (gotcha dad!) Logan and I went over there to help my dad, because they are "yard selling" this weekend, and boy is she sick. I feel horrible.
Seriously I think I am going to do the Indian go away flu dance. This has got to stop. On top of it all, my boy is still a crawling poop machine. The kid poops more than anyone I know. Today we went back to toast, rice and bananas so I am hoping that will work. I don't know how much more his little butt can take.
I hope everyone had a wonderful and healthy Thanksgiving, and I really hope none of you get this nasty FLU that is going around.

Victim # 2

The big bad FLU took it's second victim in the Sons household today.
Yep, it got Kohl. It Side swiped him, he never saw it coming. Frankly, neither did we.

So at the moment I have one kid in bed crying that this is not fair and it is all his brothers fault for getting him sick, then I have the other little one crawling around crying, farting, and pooping non stop and is also starting to get a bad diaper rash!

Oh what joy motherhood brings me.
Please oh Please just pray for my family, but most of all my sanity. I think I might loose it!

Dear Logan

This weekend is the first time you have had the flu. Oh what fun! Last week you were acting like you didn't feel well but I thought nothing of it. Maybe you were getting another tooth. So we left Friday for Kalin & Joel's house so we could be closer to Ojia for the funeral. Saturday morning we woke up got ready and had breakfast. At breakfast you had you normal meal, baby food, eggs, sausage and whatever else you could get your little hands on. After, we drove up to Ojia for Uncle Bruce's funeral. During the church service you were great. Your dad and I took you into the quiet room so we could still hear everything but no one could hear you. After the church service we went to the golf course into the banquet hall to hear people speak about Bruce and how much he will be missed. During this time it was very quiet in the banquet hall filled with about 75-100 people. I was feeding you sliced apples to try and keep you quiet when all of a sudden you coughed and then vomit came flying out EVERYWHERE. I grabbed one of the NICE napkins on the table and tried to catch the rest of it before your dad swooped you away to take you outside. You grandfather laughed and mad a comment " well I guess no more apples" I looked at him sternly and said "It's wasn't the apples! Something is wrong!"
Your dad and I took you to the car to change your shirt and to regroup. We decided to take you back in thinking it was just something that didn't settle right with you, and also because dinner hadn't been served and we were HUNGRY. We gave you a 4oz bottle and you went right to sleep on your dad. He held you while I got dinner for the both of us, you never made a sound. Your dad has just sat down with you and I put his plate in front of him when WHOOSH! round 2. Except this time you took your dad down with you. There was vomit EVERYWHERE! All over you and ALL over your dad. I tried to clean up the floor the best I could before finding your dad outside still holding you with this blank look on his face. I had to think fast, so I pulled him into the woman's restroom where I stripped you and your dad could take his shirt off. From there we changed you AGAIN, put a sweatshirt on your dad and they we tried to inhale our food before you went for round 3.
We were in the car driving home when round 3 hit, and this time I was prepared. We had only given you water after round 2 so it wasn't as bad. As soon as we got to Kalin's I put you in the bath tub and realized that it wasn't just something you ate. You had the FLU. Oh yippee! You slept through the night and did well in the morning, of course until we got in the car and round 4 hit. This time I was not prepared and your brother wasn't either as he grasped to the car door and placed his face against the window. We eventually got you home with no more vomiting, but as I awoke today (Monday) now you have the runs! Oh what joy being a mother is. I love you with all my heart and I feel so bad for your little body having to go through all of this, but son, When does the poop stop?

Love,
Your Mama.

Road Trip to Arizona

Our little road trip to Arizona was FUN, SAD, ENTERTAINING, TIRING, but most of all GOOD FAMILY TIME.
We had to drive out yesterday to go to Richie's funeral ( Wes' friend that passed away last week). We were supposed to leave on Monday night after work, but we decided to leave early Tuesday morning. We drove straight to Tempe, well besides stopping at Target once, and then stayed with our friends Cody and Katie in Wickenburg. Then we drove home today. This was Logan's first little road trip and hate to say it but he is like his mother and does NOT like to be in the car for long periods of time. Unlike his father who wants to do a "13hr road trip, because they are fun!"... umm NO!

The memorial for Richie was very nice. When you first drove in you had to drive under the line and bucket trucks. I thought that was so neat. You normally see it with fire trucks but this was different, it was nice! During the service Logan started to get restless so I took him and stood in the grass so that I could still hear and see everything. It was very sad, but nice. It was a wonderful way to remember someone special. There was probably 600-700 people just for him. I wish I could have sat by Wes to support him through this hard time, death is never easy, for anyone. We all deal with it in our own ways, but having a loved one near you is always nice.
Being a mom with a fussy kid I got to stand in the back and watch my child eat grass for the first time. He would crawl around, turn to see if I were following him and then scream with laughter. Yes, not the most appropriate place for this, but how do you tell a nine month old to be quiet. If you know, please tell.
At the end of the service it was the saddest. They did the "last call" for Richie. For those of you who don't know, this is when the dock calls his name and number and waits for a response. They called his name and number three times and then said may you rest in peace. By this time I was fighting with my kid to stop pulling my hair and crying all by myself , to my surprise, out of no where Logan gives me a kiss ( more like a lick on my nose ) but hey it counts. Funny how sometimes they just know.

May you rest in peace Richie

Meeting an Idol.

Last week as a family we went to the off road short course races in Perris. It was the first annual Ricky Johnson Off Road Grand Prix. Too bad Ricky Johnson crashed pretty bad in practice and never made it to the main event. The whole reason why we were there was to go with our friends J and Ashley. I have know them both for a very long time. J and I grew up together and Ashley was my neighbor in Reche Canyon. Wes and J work for the same company so they met a couple years ago so it works out great to hang out with them, since everyone knows each other. Ashley's uncle Mark has a Pro 2 truck # 33. So we were all there to support him.

In case you don't know. Brian Deegan not only rides dirt bikes, he also races pro lite trucks too. It just so happens he was set up right next to Mark in the pits. So of course to Kohl's surprise this night was going to be better than he thought. Kohl started the night out rough. "He was bored" and "he was tired". Man I thought going to the races would be a little boys dream. Nope, not Kohl's. He is waay to cool for us.

Wes is the only one the likes this picture, he says its "gangsta"

So of course after a couple hours he started to lighten up and have a little fun. Especially after we bought him the "best souviour ever!" and the best part... IT WAS ONLY a dollar!! Ha ha Score!

Logan of course was loving life the whole time he was there. The kid even feel asleep durning the heat races. If you ever have been to the races you know this is strange because they are soo loud. But of course that 10min power nap was all he needed to be a happy kid.

Logan and his daddy. and then Logan and Ashley

So by now Kohl is ready to rock and in a great mood because he realizes who he is parked next to ( Brian Deegan, the coolest guy ever in an eight yr old eyes.. ... oh and those groupie girls that wouldn't leave him alone) and he is also going to be able to sit in Mark's awesome race truck. This took a while for him to warm up. Yes, he may be a crazy ADHD kid, but he has his shy moments.

Then we have the Grand Finale...... Kohl was able to take a picture with Brain Deegan. Woop Woop. Ashley and I were sitting there when I was trying to put Logan to sleep. We were laughing and watching all the little "groupies" come over and try to get a glimps of Mr. Deegan himself. Some would just stand around and stare others would try to talk to him as if they have known him for years and have him over for dinner and then some would stand around in groups like they were part of the mulisha and it wasn't odd that they were being ignored. So then Deegan goes inside his motor home and comes out with a box! This box is gold to Kohl, why, because it has free Metal Mulisha hats inside of it. I then tell Kohl it get in line ( the line of 4 other people) to get his free hat and also to have it signed. After nervously waiting there he gets up to Deegan says two words and then he is out with a smile from ear to ear!

It was a great night hanging out with old friends and Kohl meeting his idol. I would love to do it all over again!

filled with emotion.

This week on Monday, one of Wes' long time friends was killed on the job. Him and his family have lived in AZ for the last four years but grew up here and he is in the same line of work as Wes. Power Line Construction. Richard Clasby was 36 years old married with two wonderful Kids. When Wes called to tell me on Monday, my heart broke. I felt bad for Wes, but mostly for Richie's wife. How do you, as a mother and wife go on with your life. How do you try to pick up the pieces and stay strong for your kids. How do you lay them down at night and tell them it will be ok? I have been in tears off and on since Monday just thinking about what Jolie is having to experience. Wes and I have only been together for about three years and I never got the chance to meet them, I am sad for this. From what I hear, they were your "perfect family". They never did anything without each other and they were very involved in their kids lives with sports and other things. On the flip side I can't image being 11 and loosing my father.
When Wes was sick I always had that fear of loosing him, but him having cancer at least I had warning signs, I had some sort of heads up when he wasn't feeling well or if things were looking back, I could as least prepare myself for the worst. But now I am constantly filled with fear that he will never come home and I will never get that chance to say good-bye. Yes, I know this is a horrible way to think, or feel, but it is the truth. Granted Wes is not a lineman only a ground man but the chance is still there. Linemen have the third most dangerous job. That should say enough for itself. I know that the chance of any one's spouse or loved one not coming home, due to any accident is there, but when your husband goes to a dangerous job daily the fear is increased and constant.
My heart, thoughts, and prayers go to Jolie and the kids. I cannot image my life without my husband and the father of my child.
It just goes to show that you really should cherish your family and never go to bed angry. Try to make the best of the time we have on this earth. For we really never know how long we have. Just like my last post and getting flowers from Wes. The little things in life go a long way. We should all try to remember that when we are dealing with ANYONE.

Needles to say, Wes and I will be going to a funeral this weekend in AZ.

Amazing

I am so blessed to have the most AMAZING husband in my life. Last week I was so sick all week long with a cold, then when I started to feel better, I woke up Thursday morning with a migraine (it happens all too often). So I jumped in the shower and started my day off to work. I had no relief with anything I did, lets just say I drugged myself up. Luckily it was not a busy day at work, and the best charge nurse in the world was on ( well besides Terri Thompson ...) So Angela told me to go lay down to see if that would help my head. I had been laying there for about an hour with an ice pack on my head when I heard the door open and quiet foot steps enter through the door. I took the ice pack off my head, looked up with my blurry eyes and saw 12 RED roses coming my way. Instantly I thought of my husband! The card read.. I love you! Wes.
I called him a little later and this was the conversation.
Me: Babe, you are in big trouble!
Wes: Why? I didn't do anything bad!
Me: Yes, I know, but you really shouldn't have.
Wes: Babe, you deserve them, you are my hero.
Me: HERO?
Wes: Yeah , you have been sick all week long and still have been taking care of the baby, me and everything around the house. You always take care of Logan, Kohl and Me and then yourself. You really need to start putting yourself first.
Me: ya I know, but I worry stuff isn't done.
Wes: Oh well babe, stop worrying, OK lay down now and call me later.
( it was just a little longer than that, but you get the picture!)

Now isn't that the sweetest thing. I am sooo lucky to have such an AMAZING husband.

Holidays at Disneyland

A couple weeks ago we all went to Disneyland and had a blast. Here are just some of the pictures from our time there.

It is always so festive there this time of year. For someone who use to hate going there, now I love it, especially this time of year.

Grizzly Bear

Is what I sleep next to at night.

He is LOUD.

He SNORES.

And, I can't sleep.

I nudge him, but it doesn't help. He will awake for about 2.5 seconds, say something very random, and then he is out again....

SNORING!!!

Really.. What can a girl do. Especially a girl who needs to be up at 4:30am.

Today

I Voted.

Now I have to sit, wait. . . and pray!

Trick-or-Treating

Yesterday was a great Halloween, besides feeling like my head was going to explode! I drove one and picked Kohl up from school, then we met Wes to grab some lunch. As we were eating lunch, Kohl was very uninterested in his food, and kept asking when we were leaving. Finally Wes asked him where he though we were going when we left, and to no surprise he said, " trick and treating!" Mind you it's 2:30. Wes and I laughed and explained to him we had to wait a while and that we could go when it started to get dark. So to kill time, we went and picked up Logan's birth certificate ( yes 9 months later) and then went back to Rox's house so I could take a nap. Once I got up Colin, Kohl and Lauren were starting to get ready, so I did Lauren's make-up for her and then took pics of all of them.

Lauren was a bee, Kohl was the dark knight, and PLEASE don't call him batman, because you WILL be corrected, and Colin was that scary guy from that movie.

remember.... DARK KNIGHT

"Larry the Lobster"

And now for part two of Logans night.. The next two pictures I should be ashamed to put up, but I'm not and I am going to show you anyway.

The first one is my son licking the beer that his dad dropped on the ground. He saw it hit the floor and "army crawled" right over there and started making out with the pavement. Only my kid.

And this next one.. well I probally should have kept to myself, but this is what I had to clean up once we got home. This is my dirty white trash kid.. Gotta love him.

I hope you all had a happy and safe halloween. We had a great time. Now Logan and I are sick. Of course it never fails.