Well. Today I decided to sneak one last puzzle into the Christmas season and I should NOT have done it. Man. Now that the one really good and sick baby is on the upswing (THANK YOU for praying!) they are into absolutely everything. This is my kid who takes the screens off the windows. Takes books off high shelves. Climbs onto the island. So now that aforementioned baby is feeling a little better, the puzzle was NOT safe. And unfortunately, it actually made things more stressful than the needed to be. So. I learned. I’m done puzzling for this Christmas. Onto the next.

I did, however, finish todays puzzle. I will put it away in the morning once everyone has seen the finished result. Then, we will rock Sunday as we do, and Monday will mean school, and with that, routine. Routine tends to help with a lot of things, and I think many of us over here at least are feeling a little idle. Its possible I have some intentions brewing for this coming year that I actually want to sit with and think on a little.

At this rate, I might have to schedule thinking time… A strange concept but I might be onto something 🤔

It has been a big week. Today we acquired some antibiotics for a brewing lung infection in a baby who doesn’t have a strong enough system to fight it off at the moment. Said baby was set up in one of those scary torture chamber chest x-ray apparatus, and didn’t even react 😢 In past appointments, that particular test has not been well received. But today, baby’s feet just hung, and babys arms were propped up, and babys face was neutral and dull. Not at all the standard personality of this baby. The level of cooperation really shed light on the way baby was feeling 💔

Anyways. Its hard to have sick babies. We are extra tired over here. I just took a nice hot bath and I’m anticipating a comfort food supper after the kids are in bed. As they sit at the table, eating their supper, I overheard this brief conversation that gave me a giggle.

Solly: Have you seen a naked mole rat before?
Laela: No, but I’ve seen an accordion bus.
Solly: WOAH! 😳

I laughed, haha! The kids are dorks. I love them.

Thank you to those who prayed for our baby yesterday. Oxygen levels are ok enough not to go to the hospital just yet, but the timeline for improvement is short, so here’s hoping and praying we see a lift tomorrow 💜

I shouldn’t say worry. Concern, perhaps. My little babe who used to be so terribly sick ALL the time has picked up some kind of sickness that feels all too familiar. The last few days have been all about helping this baby recover through sleep and fluids. Thankfully, baby does drink. And baby does sleep. But a point of lethargy has been acquired that has me feeling a little on the concerned side :/ In counting today, I realized we are on day six of fevering. Baby just hangs and drags.

Today, baby actually took bites of food on purpose! This was small, but a great victory. But after maybe three bites, baby reached to be held, and then points for the hallway, in the direction of the bedroom. Baby begged for sleep. I laid the little one down and they didn’t flinch.

Sick babies have me worrying. Sick babies have me ordering things on Amazon. Sick babies have me calling the doctor tomorrow.

Please pray for our dear sickie pants 💜 There is SO much love for every child, but the particularly sick ones need that kind of prayer that much more often. And in this case, that means now.

I love the toasty snuggles, but I am missing the vibrant movement and games. Protect us, Lord.

Brady and I rung in the new year watching a movie in our bed. As the movie was coming to a close, one of Bradys pressure headaches moved in, and unfortunately it refused to lift. We went to bed with Brady aching, his head on a heating pad, and me awake and worried. He made some motions that got me all seizure scared, and it really showed me how much last year shook me. Whew. After the Lemon Drop woke up for a bottle, I was able to finally get to sleep. It was a short night, but Brady work up in good spirits, feeling much better.

The babies did not wake up feeling well, unfortunately. Sick babies is a tough scene. But we managed. They weren’t up long before going back to bed, and then I went on a coffee run to kick off the year with Cher 💜 Beyond that, I drank lots of coffee. Ate a fake sushi cucumber salad. Brady and I put together a new bed frame for ourselves. Kids drew and read and built and snacked and we had a slow day.

I feel a little crappy in the body, to be honest, and griefy in the heart. It has been a pretty weird Christmas over here. I think it’ll feel good to get back into the swing of things next week. Hopefully sickness has passed by then and we can all feel lighter.

I trust you, Lord. Thank you for bringing us another year 💜