Monday, August 16, 2010

It's Official!

On Friday morning Brecken woke up with a 102 fever. I had this internal battle with myself all day while trying to debate if I should or shouldn't take him to the doctor. I knew something was wrong with him when he laid around the house all day and didn't even make a peep. He is usually pretty vocal. He yells at me, the tv, the neighborhood cat, his food, just about anything that comes through his path gets yelled at. BUT he did nothing on Friday.

And even more alarming was the fact that he cuddled with me all day. Am I a bad mom because I was a tiny bit happy that my baby was sick because he finally cuddled with me?

Well, it didn't last long. When we got to the doctor's office Brecken became entranced with the butcher paper on the table and forgot all about me.



When the doctor came in, her name is Dr. Pepper. BAHAHAHAHAHA! She looked in his ears and said that he had an ear infection.

...that was my reaction as well.

So she gave him antibiotics, dosed him with motrin, and sent him home.

later that night he was back to his "tent" routine.

...and now I have the ear infection ;)

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Sharp little thing....

We have made a break through...

No, we haven't found a shark with a striking resemblance to a human....

We have...



A TOOTH.

That little bugger is pretty sharp though.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

What is so great about Dad?

So for some reason Brecken has decided that it is finally time to make a change in his little life. He is now sitting up, well kind of. If I sit him up he will stay there until he twitches, moves or breathes...then he falls over and I start the whole process over. He is also starting to talk. Drumroll...and the first words to come out of this little punk's mouth
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DADADADADADADADA. break. DADADADADADA. breath. DADADADA.



I just thought that maybe since I gained 40 pounds, have a scar the size of antartica on my stomach, and I wipe his butt that I would be entitled to have the first word.

WRONG.



Nope. John is soaking it all up.

I mean this is what the guy considers babysitting.



REALLY?!?!