Surprise! It's A Wedding!

So, again, I have been missing for a couple of weeks! I have been busy, busy.

After I got the stomach flu, my sinus infection got worse, so I began taking antibiotics, which upset my stomach and gave me the you-know-whats, so I had to stop taking them, and then I finally got better and am now healthy once again. Thank goodness.

THEN, my best friend of 12 years, Liz, got married! (It was a surprise!)

She was supposed to get married next month in Florida with only their families attending and was having just an engagement party with friends this past weekend. However, one week before the party, she and her fiance, due to family drama that circles around divorce and parents who act like children (:)), decided to forgo Florida and surprise everyone with a wedding at the engagement party!

So, she called and asked if I would be her matron of honor, which I was so stoked about!, and I had one week to find a dress! Yikes!

Here are some photos of the big day:

This is the bride, Liz, and I


This is my husband, Steve, and I

This is my son, Max, on the after-ceremony hayride! He got so excited when we took off down the hill to feed the cows!

And these are the fireworks they shot off to celebrate Liz and Brandan's marriage! It was AMAZING! And it was a perfect evening for a party!


Congratulations Liz and Brandan! I love you!

I said "fake injury" not "real illness"! Geez, get it right, Universe.

So, I didn't realize I had such pull in the Universe. In my last post, I asked for a fake injury in order to get some sleep. And I got that...sort of.

Instead, I got the stomach flu. Which in itself, was no picnic and I certainly felt injured.

At one point, I had to throw my husband out of the bathroom with his face half-covered in shaving cream because I was about to throw up all over him. It wasn't pretty.

However, I did get some sleep. My mom and aunt came over to take care of the boys ALL DAY (thank you so much Mom and Brenda!!!), and I was able to quarantine myself in our bedroom.

The cable is, for some unknown reason, not working in our bedroom and I was able to lie in bed for hours with no TV, no computer, no music, no yelling children, no one asking me for chocolate milk, no one needing me for anything. Total silence.

Do you understand what I am saying??? This mother of two little boys was able to spend a day in TOTAL SILENCE.

And despite the nausea and the vomiting, I have to say it was worth it.

So, thank you, Universe. Thank you for my day spent in total silence. Now, tomorrow, I would like a million dollars. I expect it on my doorstep when I wake up. Thanks!

I need a fake injury so I can hide out in the hospital and get some sleep. Any ideas?

So, I've been MIA in the blogging world for the last three weeks. Where have I been? I feel like I've been in a mental institution, but then again, I am the mother of two boys ages 2 and under, so where else would I feel like I am? A spa? Only if you count getting hit in the back with a light saber as a massage and slipping in a puddle of toddler pee as a whirlpool bath.

No, I haven't been at a spa. You could say I have been in toddler Somalia where there is no real government, total chaos, and everything is a free for all. Oh, and there's a tiny 2 year old pirate wreaking havoc and torturing the locals.



Or, you could say I've been in the Dagoba system with Yoda where it is swampy and dark and full of vines to hang yourself with.



Or you could say I've been stuck in a biology lab where the short professor with the Empire Strikes Back lunch box and the Darth Vader shirt makes you learn about the digestive system by changing his poopy diapers and mopping his pee off the floor.



Or, you could say I've just been at home with my boys. But, that's not as interesting.

The last 3 weeks have been busy now that Max is out of preschool and home with me EVERY DAY (if you had heard me say that last sentence instead of just reading it, you might have heard a tiny bit of desperation in my voice).

And, both boys have been sick. Max was very sick last week with a bacterial infection. His fever got up to 104.4 degrees, which scared me to death. I have also been sick with a mild sinus infection, which is sine-u-sucky, however, everytime I blow my nose, my 9 month old son laughs hysterically, so that's a plus.

Max had a speech test through the educational co-op last week, but he didn't qualify for ST. His speech has improved dramatically in the last 6 months! We are trying to figure out what to do about his OT and PT after he turns 3 in a couple of months. His therapy will no longer be covered under Early Intervention, but he will still have a developmental therapist go to his preschool once a week in the fall and work with him on his social skills through the educ co-op.

My next big project will be to fill out all the forms and make all the necessary phone calls to try to get him qualified for OT and PT financial assistance after he turns 3. I am really dreading it. I have had to jump through so many hoops over the last few months already, and now I have more ahead of me. The government doesn't like to make it easy for us mothers, do they?

Max's behavior has been very challenging the last couple of weeks, as well. It started when his routine was throw off by getting sick and not attending preschool for the summer. Now, that he is well again, he hasn't gotten back on the "good choices" train yet. I'm starting to think that train might have left the the station. Chug-a-chug-a-Choo choo! Bye bye!

We have had a lot of difficulty with his aggression and he has all but refused to eat the last 2 weeks. Last night at dinner, we got him to eat 2 slices of cheese and some bites of turkey - that was the most he had eaten in days!

He has been putting me through 1-2 hour bedtime battles every single nap and nighttime and NOTHING will persuade him to stay in bed. NOTHING. Taking away things. Revoking priveledges. I even tried spanking once and we aren't spankers. He just looked at me and laughed.

He has been extremely jealous of his little brother, too, which is bringing out his aggression BIG TIME. His jealousy has gotten so bad that I can't even talk on the phone or talk to another adult without him acting out and yelling at us to "Stop talking you guys!" I try to spend extra time with him without Harry, but I can't always do that.

So, if yall don't hear from me for a while, you might send someone to check on me. I might've been tied to a tree by my 2 year old while he sets the house on fire and sells his little brother to a band of traveling gypsies (I think I might have an obsession with gypsies - I talk about them a lot, don't I?).