Henry points to the toilet before using it, "The pee pee sleeps in those holes."
Henry uses the toilet, points at his work and states, "That pee pee is AWAKE!"

and so it goes and so it goes...

I have a little tummy ache right now. Henry threw up earlier. I hope it's just the power of suggestion. I am a little alarmed currently. It kind of just hit me that Obama is going to be the president. I hate politics. I hate pretending like I know anything about politics. I think we should just all agree. Agree on what? Well, that America gets an F+ in Presidential Election. Larf. Evidently 'larf' is a real word, even though this blog keeps insisting, with it's little red dots, that I am misspelling some other word. Larf. Yup. Keeps happening. I miss my Sarah. I am going to see her in a few short days. (if the Lord tarries) Of course, those few days aren't going to seem that short if Henry is the first in a line of 6 (yes there are 6 of us now) people to come down with a horrific stomach virus. I hate the stomach virus. It is called rotovirus or some such thing-that must be right because I didn't get the red dots-and it is one minor illness that I am completely on board with getting a vaccination against. Chicken pox? no thank you, Flu shot? thank you, I'll pass. If I could get a shot that would insure never suffering from this again, I would. Gladly. Ick. Once when we had the "double ick" as it has been called, I was so weak that I laid in bed (when I wasn't vomiting or something) and when it was time to feed the baby, (the baby at the time was Henry, who fortunately was the most content and compliant baby in history, up to that point-Aaron wins, but he was still a twinkle, if you know what I mean) anyway, when it was time to feed the baby, I would just grab whatever part of his jammies I could reach, and pull him over to me and nurse him laying there. I have a new and different baby now and I can't imagine him laying around that long. This one is a little more demanding. I still like him, though. A lot. He came 3 weeks early. What a miracle that was. A perfect example of a perfect answer to prayer. He is really cute too, especially since his baby acne and cradle cap are gone. A guy named David saw the acne and said, "eew, ick" I told him it was normal for newborns to break out, he replied, "Oh, good, normal. I'ts normal. But eew, ick, right?" As I was typing out the "Eew, ick" story, Henry threw up again. I cleaned it up, cleaned him up, and went downstairs to start this latest load of vomit-covered laundry. I came back up with one of the previously-soiled pairs of jammies and asked him if he wanted to put them back on. (they are his very favorite Buzz Lightyear ones) "Yes," he replied "I want to wear my clean jammies. You washed them! You are such a smart girl!" By the way, don't entertain negative thoughts about David and his comments about my beautiful baby, David just doesn't know any better. I was not offended and neither should you be. That just about wraps up my thoughts for this evening, or morning, I guess I should say. It's 2:29 am. Chris the Baker is due to arrive at 8:15, (which means he should be here around 9:00) so I should try to get a little sleep. Oh. Maybe not. He just threw up again. So be it... no sleep for me tonight. Oh! and now Peter is waking up! I love being a mother.

Our First Christmas in Illinois

reunion

Me to Austen sitting in a kitchen chair in full safety gear-helmet, elbow pads, knee pads:
"You know what, I sure love you. My heart hurts sometimes, I love you so much."

Austen: "And you know what? I can't find my roller skates."

Dream

I had a dream that we went to a poetry reading by Micah

and some guy sang a song he wrote.
It went like this:
"I used to be a pig but now I'm not a pig because I'm a man."

Then he took his shoe off to prove it.
And I was mad because I thought the song was pro-evolution.
Also, Ann Schotz was there. That, and someone stole my bike.
Okay, no one stole my bike in the dream.
Or in real-life. But the rest of it happened... in my dream.