It's been a crazy two weeks. Fevers, throw up, diarrhea, hosting Joy School, bad sleep, time change, piano lessons, meetings, ward choir, crafts, crocheting ... C.R.A.Z.Y.
My mind is in a million places and doesn't know where to land. For now, here are three of the million topics that continually circle around my brain.
WEIGHT LOSS
The upside of a crazy couple of weeks is that apparently I forget to eat. I lost 3.8 pounds in the past 11 days. To put that in perspective, I lost 3.4 pounds throughout the entire month of October. One would think I would be celebrating (15 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight!), but now I'm worried that my sudden rapid weight loss is the reason for an ornerier than normal baby. Everything I read says that even in times of famine a woman's body can produce the milk needed to keep a baby healthy and strong. Nobody ever guarantees that the baby will continue to be happy. Figures.
SICKNESSES
William had a little famine of his own last week, in the form of a stomach bug. The poor kid has such a weak stomach. A 24-hour bug for most usually sticks around for about a week in his little system. We discovered that the hard way when he puked in the middle of the night more than a day after we thought he was recovered (he also continued to have the big 'D' for the rest of the week). What a moment that was. One o'clock in the morning I heard the mommy-I-just-threw-up cry coming from William. I hurdled out of bed and ran to his room. I could hear the stuff dripping like rain from his loft bed. Once my eyes focused in the dark I realized it was dripping right onto Marie, whose bed is underneath his. For the next hour Brandon and I cleaned up vomit covered sheets, beds, clothes, walls, and children. We couldn't help but just laugh. There are moments in life that one never forgets, that for sure makes the top ten for us. Actually, it's kind of scary that we could probably make a list of top ten moments, all of which involve both puke and William.
FOOD
William can't really afford to lose much weight, skinny boy that he is, so we love that he is making up for his last weeks lost calories
this week. An hour doesn't go by when he doesn't ask me for something to eat. I will never get tired of watching this boy eat.
Tonight was especially wonderful because he ate salad. Yes people, salad. It wasn't anything fancy, just classic iceberg lettuce drenched in ranch. Brandon and I talked him into trying it by encouraging him to pretend to be a giraffe. After eating one serving he then proceeded to ask for more, and ate that serving
before he even touched his pizza. Pizza is William's favorite food. He repeatedly asks me to serve it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And tonight a salad took precedence.
Miracles do happen.
