fun fun for everyone!

Just when I thought "Yes, we made it through cold & flu season..." The little guy started to choke on his medicine. I have to mix the newest one with water, and he can't seem to handle the "thin" consistency. So, he sputtered and spattered and I continued to force it down the hatch.

Less than 36 hours later, I was driving him to good 'ole Lutheran General Hospital. He had developed a case of Aspiration Pneumonia, with 2 (yes, TWO) cold viruses, and a high fever in tow. Thankfully, the pneum was caught VERY early, and the fever subsided overnight.

We have been here for 3 days and 3 nights this time. He's had multiple breathing treatments, a slew of meds, some pricks, pokes, and tons of fun setting off the monitor for 5 1/2 hours straight (no exaggeration). Right now he's trying to figure out how to unhook his lead while standing straight up against the bars of his crib. At least he'll come home with some new tricks to keep us on our toes!!!

Rub A Dub Dub

Three kids in a tub, and who do you think they be?

Ethan, Ryan, and Noah.

Turn them out!

Knaves, ALL THREE!!

Well, the little stinkers had a field day last Friday (at the near expense of my sanity!!). Let's start with a bit of background information, shall we?

Culprit #1: Ethan, 3 years, big brother, frequently goes through "I don't like Kelly, she's scarrrry." stages



Culprit #2: Ryan, 1 year, little brother, gets veerrrrryyy quiet when making large messes



Culprit #3: Noah, 10 months, son of nanny, watches the big boys like a hawk and crawls all over the place

Nanny: Me, 27 years old, has issues with perfectionism, slightly intimidated by father of first 2 culprits (due to issues with perfectionism, coupled with the fact that he is my employer's husband aka "The Man of the House")

So, Friday AM started off like any other Friday. The main difference was that Linda (the mom) would be working late and Alex (the dad) would be taking the kiddos to someone's house for dinner.

Noah and Ryan were crawling all over the floor (and each other),
when Ethan entered his latest stage. "Ethan, do you want cereal, or oatmeal?" I asked. "I don't like you Kelly," he said. "It's time for breakfast" I replied. "I don't like Ryan. I don't like Noah. I don't like Kelly." Oh boy...I thought.

I decided to give Ethan some space for awhile, and he and Ryan went upstairs. Following at a safe distance, I peeked in at them. They were running around their parents room, but playing "nicely" with each other. Leaving the door slightly ajar, I went back downstairs to make sure Noah hadn't crawled off down the street.

The big boys reappeared shortly and went into the sun room. Ethan eyeballed me as he shut the glass door to close them in. I took a deep breath and thought "detach, he's only three, don't join the battle..." I finished up the dishes and walked into the living room. I couldn't physically SEE the big boys, but also didn't hear any yelling or crying, so I settled down on the rug with Noah.

Suddenly I realized that I didn't hear ANYTHING. At all! Remembering Captain Destructo (aka Ryan) and his amazing mess making talents, I jumped up, and found myself face to face with this:





Ethan was quick to explain: "We're pirates!!" Well, it certainly looked like Ryan had an eye patch. Eye patch, black eye, same difference. (You can see it WAY better in the bath pictures below).



In to the tub they went...

(Ryan kind of looks like a member of ICP. For those of you who don't know, ICP is the Insane Clown Posse, and they have scarrrry make-up. Their music is pretty scarrrry, too!)

For some odd reason, soap does nothing to remove lipstick from a child's skin. Ryan's blonde hair had turned into dark pink bangs, and I began imagining Alex coming home to take the little "pirates" to their dinner plans. My blood pressure was on a steady rise as I called my mom, my husband's mom, and finally, my friend Donna. She hopped on the internet and advised that I find some baby oil, and give it a whirl.

Unfortunately for Ryan, mommy's lipstick was extremely long lasting. I say unfortunately because he has very sensitive skin, and despises for his face to be wiped, or even touched (let alone SCRUBBED THREE TIMES throughout the day). Needless to say, he was more than ready for his nap:


In the meantime, Noah found a way to have some fun of his own.
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Of course, it was Alex's dresser drawer, and my little refluxer left a signature puddle on the floor in front of it. Aye, yaye, yaye! The handle was tricky to get back on, and he immediately went for it again.

Like I said; KNAVES!!! (Not that I know what that word means, but judging by context clues, I think it fits!)