he's cute, and funny too

Matt loves me, and he proved it on Sunday. Our Sunday school teacher brought the most beautiful, mouth-watering, ginormous (which, by the way, is that word in the dictionary yet? because if not, it should be), plate of fruit. HEAVEN on a plate!! It was an object lesson, but all I could think about was how much I wanted it. How badly I needed to have it. She poses the question, "If you had a choice, would you take a piece of fruit now, or plant the seeds, water the trees, and wait for the fruit to grow?"

Well, obviously we know what the answer should be, but I am all about instant gratification. Matt raises his hand and says, "Oh, I would definitely wait..." Another man pipes in, "I'll have mine now!" So, she walks back to the man and gives him his pick, then turns and starts walking toward us. I got so excited-she was bringing that whole platter of deliciousness to Matt (read: MEEEE)! I gave him a high five and grinned knowing we had just received the ultimate prize. A few minute later I say to Matt, "Brown-noser!"

He turns to me and says, "BENEFICIARY!"

After church I heard all about how he wouldn't share it with anyone because he was saving it for me. Someone even asked him what his plans for it were and he replied, "Well, more importantly, what are my wife's plans?" Good boy Matt, good boy. I did share, a little.

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The other day:

Me: Why do I feel like an old lady? My knees are squeaking!

Matt: Um...maybe because you RUN......for FUN!

Me: Hey, are you saying I am crazy or something?

Matt: Um, yeah babe, but you're FREAKIN' AWESOME.

rub-a-dub-dub

Yummy, clean, fresh little boys. I love the pictures of Beckham with the gun. His face says it all, "watch it pal..." These little boys love each other more all the time. I am so happy having two little boys. What an adventure it is-- and is going to be.

my little team

These are my girls. We get together every weekend to do our long runs. We started off at 7 miles, worked our way up to 12, and today we did 10. It's been so much fun. I look forward to it every week. That thing called the "runners high"? Totally real. I definitely talk the most. Sometimes I just wonder why I can't shut up! I guess it's sort of my counseling session and social hour for the week. Plus, it makes the time go by faster. I am sure I drive them nuts. Cute little Jamie takes about 3 times as many steps and Pam sprints up the hills. We make a good team. Our race is next weekend and I am actually getting excited. I think we're ready.

the terrible, wonderful threes

Kaden says the cutest things. He says the funniest things. He says the strangest things. I wish that I could remember and record all of it. He's got me laughing, smiling, thinking, and going crazy all day long.

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Last week I told him we were taking Beckham to the doctor (same building as the hospital); the conversation went something like this:

me: kaden will you promise to be a good boy when we take beckham to the doctor?

k: no mama, i don't want to take him back to the dr. he's my baby. he's my beckham.

me: well, he is very sick so we need to take him.

k: no mama, i want to keep beckham. he's my baby.

me: no buddy, we are just going to take him so he can get better, but we'll bring him home.

k: promise mama?

me: promise.

k: okay mom. i will be good boy. can i have a sucker?

He actually thought we were going to give him back, return him.

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The other night at bedtime Kaden said his prayers and when he was done I asked him if he knew who Jesus was.

k: yeah mom, he is so special. he loves kaden. he loves kaden SO much.

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Today I said something he didn't like. I tend to do that. He looked at me very seriously and said:

mama, you have 2 choices. what are you gonna choose? what's your choice, mom?

he never gave me my options though.

Two was a piece of cake. This age of 3 has really given me a run for my money, but it's also been so stinkin' fun. Sometimes I catch myself sinking down to 3-year-old level and arguing with him. He really knows how to push my buttons. He also really knows how to make me so happy. I am going to keep him around for a while.

slowly but surely

The little guy is slowly starting to feel better. I got him to take some pedialyte with a medicine dropper yesterday and he started nursing better. I am so glad about that because I was really starting to worry he was getting quite dehydrated. He actually slept all night and has slept most of today. He just looks better in general and we've even seen some smiles. He's such a trooper.

a little better

Last night was another tough one. At one point the little guy was just burning up and crying and I had to have a little meltdown because I just felt so helpless. Finally, he settled down and slept a little.

We took Beckham in this morning for his followup appointment, and it's a good thing. He was still having such a hard time and sounded and looked terrible. He could only hold his oxygen saturation at about 87%, which isn't horrible, but not ideal either, that's for sure. After another long appointment and a lot of running around, we came home with a nebulizer for breathing treatments and the poor guy is on oxygen again. As the day progressed and he had a breathing treatment, a blessing, and had been on the o2 for a few hours, he perked up so much. He started smiling, talking, and wiggling around. It was such a wonderful sight to see. He's been sleeping and eating a little better. We go in again tomorrow to see how he's doing. He still sounds pretty yucky and acts sick, but it's such a comfort to see improvement.

My parents were so helpful to take Kaden for the night. They've been out of town almost a week and I felt bad bombarding them right when they get home, but it will be so helpful and I'm grateful. He stayed up until 1:30 last night. ONE FREAKING THIRTY! I couldn't believe it. He just wanted to be held and comforted, but every time I would get him to sleep and leave he'd wake up again and cry. It was rough. He seems a million times better today. He was happy to say goodbye and send me on my way this evening. Man, I love that rascal. He's much more angelic when I am not around, so I hope he's great for my mom and dad. I am looking forward to more sleep tonight, that's for sure.

After a second treatment and some rest Beckham was wiggling all over the place and just talking and talking. I went over to see what he was so interested in and saw the monkey had pulled the tube out and was sucking on it, playing with it, and having a great time. I am so happy things are looking better. I hope it continues.

poor baby boy

It's been sort of a rough month around here. I got some respiratory thing and am just barely starting to get over it. Kaden and Beckham have been coughing and have had runny noses, but seem to feel alright for the most part. Matt, of course, being the iron man that he is, goes through it all unscathed. I don't know what it is about him.

Beckham was sounding wheezy and congested for too long, so about a week and a half ago I took him in just to be safe. I hate going to the doctor because they always seem to say, "just rest and get plenty of fluids..." and send me home with a much emptier wallet. Last week Beckham was given a pretty good bill of health and we were sent away.

Well, fast forward one week and Kaden starts coughing the most insane sounding cough I have ever heard. He spiked a fever and laid around the whole weekend and wouldn't eat a thing. I know he really must be sick when he lays around. It was sort of a nightmarish weekend because Beckham started getting sick and neither boy slept well at all. I felt like I was up all night, every night. Kaden got super whiny and clingy, but I can't really blame him. He appears to be on the mend now.

Beckham seemed to just be getting worse and last night was plain awful. He fussed and cried, and struggled. He was taking about 50-60 breaths a minute, was retracting, and sounded horrible. He hardly slept a wink, had a fever, and refused to eat. We ended up on the couch because he seemed so much happier sitting upright.

I took him in this morning, and after 2 1/2 hours, a test, x-rays, lots of crying, and a very sad mom, we were sent away with a positive for RSV and pneumonia. I hate it. I feel so awful and can't stand that I can do absolutely nothing to make him feel better. I have only seen a few smiles today which is so unlike him. He's hardly eaten at all, and just looks so miserable. We've been camped on the couch all evening. I'm content to hold him as long as he needs me to. We go in again tomorrow for a followup. I hope he gets better soon, this is nearly killing me.