Toilets, Pedialyte, and Butt Paste

We have been sick. Sick. Sick. Sick. Sick. This week has not been fun at all.

Monday: It all began with Cole waking up in the middle of the night (which is nothing new), coming into our room (another nothing new) covered in vomit. Yes, this was fun to discover in the dark as I was picking him up to put him into bed with us (i am known to do this once in a while ;)). So we get him cleaned up only to have him vomit again only this time it was into Jason's hands. This scene was priceless. Jason so badly did not want to clean up more vomit that he caught the banana and chocolate pudding filled vomit in his hands. Oh, by the way, this post could get a little graphic! Jason totally wins the Dad of the Year award hands down!

Anyway, Tuesday consisted of me cleaning vomit and diarrhea. Not much else was accomplished this day as Cole was extra clingy. I did not mind at all sitting on the couch all day holding my baby.

Wednesday was spent changing diapers and using more Butt Paste than ever before. I came home from spin class Wednesday night to the news of Jase throwing up. He requested blue Gatorade so I made a run to CVS. Jason and I spent the night taking care of Jase and at some point we found ourselves making half hour trips to the bathroom. Oh joy, we had been infected with the bug too. So Jason and I got zero sleep on Wednesday night between taking care of Jase and what seemed like our endless bathroom trips. Don't worry I will not be going into any graphic descriptions concerning me or Jason. :)

Thursday. Ah, Thursday. Not a good day. That's all I've got to say about that.

Friday was much better than Thursday. I was really ready for some real food. So ready that I put out an S.O.S call to Grams requesting she bring us some food. No go. Jason put out an S.O.S call to Nana requesting food. A no go there. Apparently living 24 hours away from your parents is not a good thing when you are ill and have no energy to cook food for your family. It was worth a try. We really did not expect them to jump on a plane and come take care of us. Or did we?

That brings us to today, Saturday. We all have our energy back. The boys are back to annoying each other and Jason and I. We managed to cook a meal last night and are looking forward to getting out of this apartment today. I have not left this place since Wednesday. It's time to get some fresh air. Past time. Way past time. The boys are still battling diarrhea. They want food that will do nothing good for the diarrhea. We have used almost an entire tube of Butt Paste and have gone through countless diapers and wipes. I managed to do more laundry than one person should do in an entire day and everything than can be has been wiped down with Clorox wipes and doused with Lysol. I am determined to kill this nasty little bug that has invaded my home.

Oh, about the Pedialyte. The boys are not fans. Not even in Popsicle form. I am not a fan either. The purple Popsicle stains the carpet. Thanks to the bug and Pedialyte Popsicle I have a nice purple stain right in front of my couch.

Hope you enjoyed the recap of our not so fun week. Here's hoping you do not have days like these.

More later.

Sleepless in NY

I sit here this morning before my laptop at my dinning room table with blood shot eyes, headache, and a tall, tall cup of joe.

It has been a long night. 4 hours of sleep.

I do not have blood shot eyes because of a long night partying it up. My headache is not the punishment given from one too many drinks, and my lack of sleep is not from staying up all night having the time of my life.

No, no. I have a little 20 month old boy named Cole to thank for the blood shot eyes, headache, and lack of sleep. Oh, the wonderful things motherhood will do for a girl. Thank you Coley, mommy knows you love her. However, just wait until you are 15 years old and want to sleep non stop...IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN.

Ok, so I am lost and at 3:00am this morning I was searching the Internet for information. I want to know why my sweet baby boy will not sleep in his new toddler bed (we now have an actual toddler bed, no more crib in this house) or sleep in his brother's bed. This kid wants to sleep everywhere but where he is supposed to. Anyway, I read over at BabyCenter.com last night (i think it was more like this morning) that toddlers will do exactly what Cole is doing when they ARE NOT ready to be in a big bed. What?? We don't have a crib anymore. He climbed out of his crib. Thank you BabyCenter for this information. Please tell me what I am supposed to do now. I went to sleep thanking God that Cole was finally (hopefully) asleep at last and wondering if I should find a replacement crib or if I should just give up and let him sleep wherever he lays his little head down.

The last I looked at the clock it was 3:30am. And I was awaken by two little men in our room at 7:15am. Seven freaking fifteen in the morning. Are you kidding me?

So here I sit now needing a refill and watching Cole run around full speed with the energy of a someone who had gotten 12 hours of sleep.

What do to? When will the Jarrell Bedtime Wars end??

We're still here...

In case you were wondering.

We've been busy. I've got a lot to talk about just not enough time to write it down.

Let me make it through Valentine's Day and I should be able to catch up. The key word here is should.

Here's hoping I remember all that I want to remember by the time I sit down to blog.

**UPDATE: I had time to post two, count them two, blogs today. Yay me! Anyway, I posted with the actual date of occurance. Enjoy.**