Why there isn't an Easter post...

So, Maggie was sick for 2 weeks straight before Easter. She finally got antibiotics for pneumonia and left the couch and I thought we were back to "normal".

Patrick promptly got sick. I think there was about 24 hours before he started getting sick. He struggles with allergies/asthma issues. He also stops eating, gags on everything and is in a REALLY bad mood. He screamed and said "NO" to everything. IT.WAS. AWESOME.

Saturday was the pinacle of it all. He was in the worst mood and really didn't feel good. It was pitiful and frustrating. He fell asleep at 6:30. He woke up at 8:30 and was back to his sweet self. He snuggled and watched cartoons and ate. He went back to sleep a little while later and I breathed a sigh of relief. i thought he was better.

I got everybody up on Easter Sunday and put on their cute Easter outfits. Maggie decided that her Easter shirt was too itchy, but we resolved it quickly and our family matched nicely.

We went to church to help with the Easter brunch and everyone was still happy.

At the brunch, he started getting fussy again, but I thought it was just a bad attitude. I was eating brunch and he ran towards the nursery with Jude. Donna came up and said, "Patrick is throwing up in the sanctuary."

Great.

You know you're a preacher's kid when.....

I picked him up and took him up and cleaned the throw up off of me and off of him and out of his shoes, etc. Steven and Mr. Tom got to clean up the sanctuary floor right before the service started.

Everyone came home later. Steven was sneezing and coughing, Tom looked miserable, Mom was coughing and sneezing, Maggie was pitiful, etc.

Steven went to our room to watch golf and I stayed in the living room with Patrick. Patrick promptly cut his lip and we finally got it to stop bleeding.

Therefore, I didn't get a cute picture of our family for Easter. I'm kinda bummed. I guess we can just pretend that our picture from last year is this year's picture.

Team Pink

Miss Tiffany and Mr. Jesse are going to find out if they are having a boy or a girl.

Maggie is taking this very personally and is DYING for them to have a girl.

Last night, I said to Maggie, "Tomorrow we find out if it's a boy or a girl."

She squealed and said, "Yay. Did you know that there is a 50% chance that she is having a girl?!".

If you think about it, it is true!

12 long years together

Tonight, Steven and I were discussing how crazy it is that we will have been married for 10 years tonight.

In a way, it seems like it has gone by in the blink of an eye. But then it feels like we have been together for a very long time.

I asked him if it had been all blissful years together.

He said that 8 of those years had been amazing.

I asked what was wrong with the other 4 years.

Insert pause here.

Steven said, "Beth, 4 plus 8 does not equal 10."

I think this disqualifies me from helping with Maggie's math homework from now on.

Ca-chow

Patrick has attached himself to his Lightning McQueen hotwheel car. He ALWAYS has it in his left hand.

He sleeps with "ca-chow".

He tries to eat and drink with "ca-chow'.

He takes him in the car.

He takes him to Miss Sandee's house.

He takes him in the bathtub. He probably needs a bath anyway.

He takes him on the swing.

It's funny that this is what he wants to snuggle with . It's hard and metal and not cuddly at all. But, he has to have him to go to sleep at night. When I get him out of bed in the morning, he's in his right hand.

Yesterday, I was pushing him in the swing and I asked Patrick for a kiss. He headbutted me (that's how he kisses) and then put "ca-chow" up to my lips to kiss.

I looked down at the car and it has eyes and a mouth like thing on the front of his hood. I softened. This is Patrick's "friend". Okay, I'm starting to see the cuddliness in that red, metal car, too!