Fat Lip

Yale has had owies before. Plenty of them actually. He's quite the accident prone little boy. (Did I really just call him a little boy?) I didn't not expect that. I was just hoping it'd hold off for a few more years. Silly hopes. I should have known as soon as he starting walking that he'd sprout into that role quickly. Actually, I should have known before he was even walking. He's had bumps and bruises many a time.

But this one was different. This was one bad. And it makes me sad. Not preventing it makes me mad. But he has since acted glad. (There's a little Dr. Suess for ya. You're welcome.) 

We were over at some friends' house last night and he was playing with one of their toys. Of course he tried climbing on it, because that's how you can tell if a toy is really good or not, and he fell right into the wall. His darn teeth totally cut open his lip and he was bleeding more than he's ever bled before. He was brave though and calmed down within 5 minutes and doesn't seem bothered by it today, but I snapped some pictures so you could all feel sad with me.

I know. Sad. But doesn't he look adorable in his new stripped green shirt? I love summer clothes!

And also, I know what you're thinking, and yes. He is getting another haircut tomorrow morning.

Thirty, Flirty and Thriving

That should probably be my title when I turn 30. But I am not quite there yet. Lish is though. Just made it on Monday. Maybe his title should have been "The Dirty Thirty," because he's a boy. And boys are dirty. I guess since he's 30 though, he's a man. On the outside. Still a boy on the inside. I think that's how most men are. Agreed? Yeah.

We had a wonderful celebration to mark this end and beginning of a decade. We kind of celebrated all weekend. Karen and Scott came down for the weekend on Thursday. With them, they brought this little beauty:

I know. Be jealous. Be very jealous. Lish has wanted a tank like this for a long time. And he thought he'd never get one this big. He said, "I know it's cheesy, but it's like a dream come true." It was so fun to see his face when he found out what we had gotten him. And then to see his face when he saw the fish. And again when it was all set up. And then again when he was arranging and rearranging the decorations and plants. And then finally after we went out and bought lights for it. And of course throughout the rest of the weekend. Even yesterday, as we were pulling not the garage after going to the gym, he said, "Whitney, I really love my fish tank." That makes me happy.

Not only did he get the fish tank, but he also got the basketball that he's been wanting for about 6 years. He's kept asking for it, but I'd always get him something else. When my dad asked what they could get him for his birthday, my first response was, "Brown dress shoes. His are old." But then I thought, that's what I want him to have, not necessarily what he wants to have. So I changed my answer. The first thing he did when he got that ball was write his name on it. He hasn't used it yet, but he will tomorrow night, and I'm sure he can't wait!

Along with all the gift spoiling, Lish had some amazing food this weekend. We went to our favorite Thai restaurant for his birthday with Karen and Scott, then on Sunday I made these little devils. And of course we had cake, but this year we did a little variation and had cake pops. Yum! Lish is loved.

If Wishes were Fishes...

. . . Then Lish's came true! There's a lot to catch up on (I know, go figure), but for now, just enjoy this, because we definitely are:

Happy birthday weekend Lish! I love that you were so excited about this gift. It was like watching a kid in a candy shop.

Yale's 1st Camping Trip

It's Spring break this week (Yay Spring Breeeaaaaakkkkk!!), so a few months ago we decided it would be fun to try camping with Yale. We reserved a campsite in Zion's for a couple of nights. We were a bit ambitious. It's March. Which means it's still winter. Which means it gets cold at night. We were aware of the fact that it would be cold in the middle of the night, so in anticipation for the coldness, we bought a tent/camping heater. It was stupid. Didn't help a lick. Yale woke up around 1am crying, so I went to put his shut-it plug pacifier in and he grabbed me around my neck and wouldn't let go. He was shivering because he was so cold. Poor little guy. I stuck him in my sleeping bag with me, which was great for him. He fell right back asleep and stayed asleep for the rest of the night. I didn't go back to sleep.  At least not for a couple hours. And when I did start dozing off, I would get an arm in my face. Or at one point a leg.

Because of the fact that neither Lish nor I slept well, we cut our trip a little short and came back before we'd have to sleep there again. We were still able to go on four hikes and the weather during the day was lovely. I also got to carry Yale in the backpack and see what all the fuss was about. And I was fussy. My shoulders and back hurt. I'm glad it was a shorter hike. For realsies.

We got an annual pass to get into Zion's, so if anyone wants to join us, please do! This offer expires at the end of March 2013. (Or December 21, 2012.)

Funny Pictures

I came across these photos. I had forgotten we took them a few months ago and I just laughed as I was going through them. Being a dork is the best way to live!

PS. For those who want to be kept up with Yale's health news, he was taking his medicine for his ear infection. He woke up yesterday morning, we gave it to him again, and then as I was changing him I noticed red splotches all over his chest, belly and back. Yes, he had broken out into a rash. So we went to the doctor again, and yes, he is allergic. We now have to be cautious with anything that has penicillin in it. I don't know if allergies are genetic or not, but if they are, he had no chance against that one. Lish and I are both allergic. Now the only medicine he's taking is some Benadryl to help his rash go away. The doctor did say, however, that his ear looks much better. Thank goodness. He only took a day and a half's worth of a 10 day allotment.

PPS. I found some running partners. I'm so excited. I'm going out with them on Saturday. Yay!

Smoothie Deliciousness

It's getting warmer. You know what that means? Smoothie season. Yes, smoothies have their own season. Though some would argue it's smoothie season all year-round. It is not. Sometimes it's hot chocolate season. Anyway, smoothies. Yum. Lish and I have been putting spinach in our smoothies lately. Before you say gross, let me tell you, they are super tasty! You can't even taste the spinach, but because you put those nutritious leafy greens in there, you feel like you are eating the most delicious and healthy snack for you. Probably because you are. Here is my favorite smoothie recipe right now:

1/2 cup nonfat vanilla Greek yogurt

1 cup frozen mixed berries

1 banana

1/2 cup fresh strawberries

1-1 1/2 cup spinach

small amount of skim milk

ice

Yum! Love. Try it. Right now.

PS. Having a sick child is very tiresome. I can't imagine taking care of more than one sick child at a time. Go moms. And dads, of course. Yale has an ear infection. We got some meds today so hopefully he gets feeling better asap.

He Gives Me Fever

Yale turned 15 months old yesterday. This is how we celebrated:

Yes. My baby is sick with a fever. I was really hoping it'd be gone by the time he woke up this morning. You know how sometimes after a good night of sleep, illnesses just magically disappear? Apparently that doesn't happen every time. I wish it did for him. I hate seeing him sick. I hate that I'm not chasing him everywhere because he is really on the move lately. I hate that he doesn't throw his little tantrum scream when he gets frustrated that he isn't putting the puzzle piece on right. I hate that he isn't giggling when I make ridiculous faces at him. I do, however, love the snuggling. It feels warm. Not just because he is really warm, but because he is my little guy. My baby. My heart warmer. I hope he feels better. And soon!

You know how when kids don't feel well they hang on to something special, such as a blanket, or stuffed animal? Yale isn't attached to anything like that at this point (does that mean he never will be?), but yesterday we were giving him some crackers and we gave him one and then went on a walk. He was still holding one of those crackers when we got back. He hung onto that thing for almost an hour before he decided to eat it. Silly little guy. Delicious, sweaty-hand tasting cracker.