This Kid

To begin the story about a month ago I left this note in Caleb's lunch and he loved it. For the most part He is a really good kid. He is so smart and can be so sweet. But, every once in awhile he acts his age and drives me nuts. I try to remind myself that he is only 6, and it is not normal for him to be so good all the time. So this go round his streak was worse than normal and longer than normal. He was really acting like a spoiled brat, and that is one of many things I will not put up with. He pushed it too far and too long.....and then....

On the back side of that very note I gave him weeks before (which obviously he had kept) he wrote me a little note and left it by my alarm clock to find when I went to bed. All his attitude melted away, as did my heart, and all was right again. He could not have done anything more perfect!

I tell you what........this kid, we are so in trouble with him, hopefully good trouble!

(BTW he already has the girls in K swooning over him, yikes!)

Fatso

Isaac is what we affectionately refer to as our Fatso. He was by far our biggest baby. Today was his 9 month check-up, so I was excited to see how much he weighed. I was surprised when he was only 17 pounds 4 ounces. I really thought he would be more. So, I wanted to compare where he is to his siblings at the same age (give or take a month) and it was interesting to me that we are fairly consistent, except of coarse our anomaly James. So the stats go as so:

9 Months (give or take a month):
Isaac: 17 lbs 4 ounces
Miquelyn: 16 lbs 11 ounces
Asher: 17 lbs 4 ounces
Caleb: 16 lbs 5 ounces
Jamison: 13 lbs 2 ounces

So that begged the question, for me at least, where are they all now:
Isaac we know
Miquelyn: 25 lbs
Asher: 33 lbs
Caleb: 39 lbs
James 37 lbs (yet she is the tallest, funny girl)

I do not know why this is so fun and interesting to me, but it is!

Sure Fire

Asher learned yesterday one sure fire way to get in trouble with his dad.....just call his mom big and fat. It did not go over so well. I tried not to laugh when we were talking about it. When asked what that meant all he could come up with was big feet, oh well he now knows never to say that again!

An ER visit later

So the MRSA was not getting better and Grant and I decided, after talking to the nurse helpline, that I needed to go ahead and hit the ER. I got a great Doc that I know and he took care of me. An IV antibiotic, another inch long and 3/4 inch deep incision, and a new anibiotic later, hopefully this will do the trick. I am a gimp but hopefully I am on my way!

MRSA

MRSA seems to be my nemesis. I have not had it in almost a year, but that streak ended last week. I was managing it pretty well with antibiotic cream since Wednesday. By Sunday it was not getting worse, but it was also not getting better. I decided to go to Urgent Care to get it drained and an antibiotic. They drained it, packed it gave me an rx and I was on my way. This usually means it will start getting better...usually. The next day I went to take the packing out and it broke. The infection had tripled and I was in a lot of pain. I went back to Urgent care, got cut open again and cleaned out as best they could. This time HURT! They never found the first packing, but now I have a new one. The infection sight which started out as about the size of a 50 cent piece is now as long as my hand and almost as wide. This is the worst I have ever had it. It is on my hip, so walking is far from comfortable...which means no running! I have been taking lots of little naps and stayed in PJ's most of the two days. Here is to getting better and more sleep so MRSA will just.leave.me.alone!