No sick days for Mommy!

I certainly don't like being sick, just as I am sure the next person doesn't. Unfortunately, Tyler doesn't understand when Mommy doesn't feel good. It's my usual change of season, cold in the morning, hot in the afternoon, sinus issues. My nose is stopped up one minute and running the next.

Tyler is so sweet though. He will just come snuggle with me and he just warms my heart. He has a doctor kid for Diego and Baby Jacquar and he'll bring the stethescope and "doctor" me.

I go to the doctor on Tuesday for my first prenatal visit. I hate all these doctors appointments, but I understand they are necessary. Pregnancy wise I have felt great! No morning sickness/nausea at all. With Dylan, I was only sick during the first trimester. With Tyler I was sick the entire 9 months. When the sickness never stopped after he was born, I knew something was wrong and found out my gallbladder had stopped working. It was taken out two years ago.

Now, if we can just get Tyler potty trained and to reset his internal alarm clock so he knows we can sleep in on the weekends! Potty training is getting there. He's great about telling us after the fact! Yesterday, he crawled in our bed at 6am. He went right on to sleep but I was wide awake so I got up and did some school work. It was rather peaceful to be up with no one else up. I usually just get up when Tyler does. If I am up before him, it is only to get dressed for work and then I wake him up and we are out the door.

Well, until next time...

Bubbles in Bed & Family

Today, Tyler came and got in our bed around 6 I think and went right back to sleep. I got up to tinkle at 7 and my husband was laying on his side nearly falling off the bed and Tyler was right up against him laying on his back taking up twice as much space as Ken. It was hillarious. Not long after that Tyler was awake and as on most Sunday's Ken got up with him.

I love my husband, but if he leaves the bedroom door open and the monitor on, it really doesn't matter that he got up with him or not! :) So, I layed there for a while and finally reached over to the monitor and turned if off. Just before 8 I hear little feet coming down the hall and the cutest little boy yelling "Mommies bubbles." Ken and Tyler were bringing me bubbles in bed. "Bubbles" is what Tyler has started calling waffles. I don't know where that came from but it just started in the last week or so.

That was a perfect start to a very special day, Dylan's 4th Angelversary. I eat my "bubbles" in bed and Ken takes Tyler to eat his in the kitchen. When I am finished, I go in the kitchen and just start bawling when I see Ken. I may be just a bit emotional today. Then Tyler who is very much a community crier (if one person cries, he cries too) starts crying and puts his head down on the table. It was the cutest thing.

We all go to church and of course I cried during one of the songs. It says "God will make a way, where there seems to be no way...." It talks about how God will get you through things no matter how difficult they may be. It is so true! Without God I know Ken and I would not still be together. It would have been so easy to give up and we would have become a statistic. Over 85% of marriages that loose a child end in divorce. Our preacher at the time of Dylan's death told us that and Ken and I immediately said we didn't want to be in the 85%.

After church, my sister Laurie had us over for lunch. It was quite a houseful. Laurie, my sister Sherri and her family (hubby Robert and my nieces Caroline and Grace), Mema (my mom) and MaAnn (my grandmother). It was delicous as it always is. Tyler was fine until it was naptime!

We came home and all took a nice Sunday afternoon nap. Tonight at church, Ken sang his first ever solo. It was Chris Rice's "Come To Jesus." It was a very fitting song. Talks about the stages of life and when we take our last breathe, we "Go to Jesus and Live."

I know Dylan is in Heaven and I know I will see him again one day. I don't know what he will look like, but I know I will recognize him.

God does work in mysterious ways and I am thankful for the 13 weeks we did get with Dylan. I am thankful for my family and friends. I am also thankful for Tyler. I am thankful that through God I had the courage to have another baby. I am thankful for all of the silly, side-ways looks I get from Tyler and even all the times he tells me no!

Now, all you parents - go give your children and extra hug and kiss and tell them you love them every chance you get!

Wow, this blog is some good therapy!