I Hate Winter 3-08

I Hate Winter

I just didn't know what else to title my blog as. This winter is sucking the life right out of me. I just commented that on someone's blog...but it is. I am so done with it. I just really need even one day of semi-warmth and I think I can make it through. But alas...it is snowing with nothing above 30 in the five day forecast. Kill me now.

Landon was cough free...Thursday, Friday and Saturday night. Sunday he and Noah woke up with very runny noses. Well, Landon's is runny...Noah's is stuffy. So we shall see what that does to our coughing problem. If it comes back, I may just die.

I thought of another difference between kid number one and two. My house was spotless with Landon...always. I cleaned every week. I would die if he ate something off of the floor. This very morning I PUT some cereal on the floor for Noah to eat. I was busy, he was whining, whining whining. I put a few honeycomb down to make him be quiet. It worked. Then later this afternoon, Landon had all of the cushions off the cough (surprise, surprise). There were a few cereal bits on the underneath portion of the couch. Noah ate them before I could stop him. I think he will live. I would have died had Landon done that.

I am starting my last week of grad school. I have next week off and then I start my third to last class and I can safely then say that I only have two classes left. How cool is that?

My parents came up yesterday evening. We had pizza for dinner and my mom brought up an apple pie. DELIGHTFUL. I love it that we enjoy spending time with my parents. They are some of our best friends. Not everyone is lucky enough to say that. I am so thankful that we can.

My little sister sent me a few pictures of Noah from when he was first born. I can't believe that he was that tiny. In the past week he has officially become difficult to rock. I am so saddened by this. His body is too long for mine and I don't think either of us are as comfy as we once were. I am so glad I cherished the time that I had. He is just growing up so quickly. I can't stand it. I know, I know I say it all of the time. But I can't help it. We may be done having children, we may not be (probably are not), but even if we aren't then we will probably only do this one more time and then it will all be over for the rest of my life. Kind of like college...I would give an arm and a leg to go back and experience a week of that life. I know I will feel the same way when my children are no longer babies.

EDIT: I forgot. I took Noah to his 9 month well baby visit last Friday. The kid is 21 pounds (75%), 30 inches (90%) and all around healthy. I don't get into the percentiles and stuff...but whatever...there you have it. Landon was less in the weight department at that age...same in the height.

And that my friends is it. Have a Marvelous Monday.