Happy Easter!

More new friends

I can't communicate with our cleaning ladies because they only speak Spanish, but Will lights up when they come in the house and talk to him. He either loves the sound of the language or understands what they're saying! I love when people make a big deal out of my kids so I make sure to stick around until they show up on Wednesdays... they immediately take Will from my arms and pass him around, each giving him hugs and kisses. It makes my day. :)

First friends

Will's already made friends to hang out with when he starts daycare in a few months! These little guys are Vanni and Rocco, identical twin one-year-olds that love checking out Will. Their dad's from Mass so Julie often has a houseful of little boys with Red Sox or Cape Cod shirts on!

Little meatball

Three months!

Hi I'm three months old!

Hugs

Having both at home, sick or not, is awesome at times like these... Jake climbing into Will's crib to give him a hug.

We discussed not climbing into the crib after my heart recovered from melting into a big pile of mush.

And one more thing...

Here's Jake five minutes after I gave him is antibiotic tonight. I think I noticed the welts right when I was saying "well it can't get any worse..." to Dave. I haven't lost my mind enough to want to document Jake's hives on his blog - I took it to show his doctor. (I was too panicked and on the phone to urgent care when they started popping out ALL OVER his little body). In fact, if you got a hold of my phone you would find pictures not only of hives but gooky eyes, poop (toddler and infant), diaper rash (toddler and infant), and videos of Will wheezing, Will coughing, Jake coughing, Jake stuttering, and lots and lots of notes of "next time I'm at the pediatrician remember to ask about..."

The hives kind of went as quick as they came and Jake never even seemed to notice them. But back to the doctor again tomorrow to make sure he's ok. Really, I should get a reserved parking spot at Los Gatos Pediatrics.

Little house of horrors

We are on week 4 of straight sickness in our house. Croup, RSV, ear infections, and now pink eye (or something like pink eye that's not *really* pink eye but causes both boys to have gooky, pink eyes - I've started just tuning out the pediatrician and nodding and ending our visit with "see you tomorrow!"). We've hit $200 in co-pays this month alone and close to $500 in unused daycare days (I figured that out myself last night just to cheer myself up). I also finally dragged myself to the doctor and had a fever of 103 and a raging sinus infection that I let go so long it's causing all my upper teeth to ache like crazy. Dave has somehow avoided it all. This is one of those months I'd give anything to live back east where I know my family and friends would take my snotty, gooky kids from their snotty mother for just a few hours so I could take a shower and eat something very soft since I can't chew yet. (Come on penicillin - it's been 48 hours!)

Here's my snotty kid spreading his germs at the playground!

Harlem in the house

We're trying to figure out how/why this guy just requested "chicken and waffles" for dinner. Our little soul food lover!

Making friends

With all that's been going on with Will, Dave and I kind of forgot about our taxes. I took the kids for a few hours so he could do them. ("kids" sounds so weird!)

We walked down to the playground. There was a little girl playing on the play structure. Jake stared at her and she stared back. I told Jake to say hi, and for once my little guy listened to me and did! I thought he'd forever be the poster child for parallel play but they immediately began to interact, and played together so well for an hour. Jake referred to her as "my breast friend" and whenever she'd wander away he'd yell at her "where are you going my breast friend!?" or "Wait for me my breast friend!" Besides the possessive/stalkerish aspect of my son, it was the sweetest thing to watch and all the adults were cracking up. They also cracked up when Jake and his breast friend approached a dog playing fetch with its owner and I yelled (rather loudly so I'd look all responsible) "Dogs don't like to be bothered when they're playing with their balls!" Nice one, Diane.

Good news

We had a checkup for Will on Friday and we got great news - his oxygen levels were 98% and his lungs sounded almost clear to his doctor. She said she didn't expect him to have improved that much, if at all. I know he'll be sick for a while but all I wanted was some sort of news that the worst was over. He's hoarse right now so he sounds awful (it actually frightens Jake) but that's common because of all the coughing. He's still on his nebulizer but we just give him two treatments a day. Dave and I both can't stand to see him shake from the medication no matter how many times we're told it's normal and harmless. We're both still nervous wrecks but Will's obviously fine. Here he is relaxing in the back yard without a care in the world.