The Husbands 37th Birthday

One of our birthday traditions...Birthday muffins. My husbands favorite chocolate!

Out with the Old....

In with the new....

We painted the dining room when my son was 2 weeks old. I thought I was feeling great...and we had bought a dining set, so we had to paint before it arrived. I wiped myself out by doing that...beyond that we never got the 2nd coat up...so it wasn't dark enough. I couldn't find the color we had used originally, so we settled on a new color that we thought was red...clearly it is not really red...it's purplish red. I have put 2 coats on, waiting for the husband to paint the top. Actually it all looks better in person...it looks alot richer with our dining table...

Our Pets

Oliver, he is going to be 9 yrs old in a few months. He is fiesty and my baby...he still sucks on my shirt. I've had him since he was 2 weeks old.

Sadie is our 4 yr old lab we adopted. She is sweet and patient beyond belief. I have no doubt that her 90 lb gentle soul would protect us! She atleast has a fierce bark...I call her my black fury of fierceness when I'm outside in the dark with her.


Molly is 16 weeks old, 2 pds and a teeny Chihuahua. She is crazy and sweet and sleeps snuggled on my shoulder. She likes to be held like a baby. My sweet girl loves her and carries her EVERYWHERE!!!!

Oliver likes to hide in drawers and for some reason sleeps in my son's room..in drawers, on the bed...wherever

His dreams came true....

The husband wants a tripped out Toyota Tundra in white or black....well it's white and missing a sunroof and leather....and it is only a rental. He is driving 5 hrs to work this week and next...so he gets a Toyota Tundra for 2 weeks. This was the little ones first ride in a pick up, too.

Pajama Day

Bathroom Makeover

We painted, finally after 6 yrs. I bought towels and a bath mat to match our bedroom...Now we just need a picture over our toilet, new faucets and new lights...oh and I want my candleabra thingy hung over the bathtub. Please not the absence of TOYS!!!! They are in a basket in the linene closet. One day they will take a bath in their own bathroom...I'm just not ready for that!

Asthma

Asthma really stinks. I've had it my entire life. My husband and brother have also had it their entire lives. I remember when I was small not being able to breathe or it hurting when I would breathe. I didn't tell my mom, b/c I didn't like going to the doctor or missing out on life. Finally when I was 9 I became very sick. I would gag and throw up every time I ate. I would stop breathing and turn blue. I was miserable. I had bronchitis (whic I had all the time) and this time it was worse than usual. My pediatrician decided I had asthma like my big brother and I started taking primatene. I was better and so I quit and even though a new pediatrician did an asthma test and confirmed it, she didn't put me on any medicine. Smart...she also missed the hypoglycemia diagnosis...anyway the next time I had a bad asthma attack I was 19. By the time I made it to the doctor I had been struggling to breathe for atleast a month. I was grey/ashen...and so tired. My doctor new immediately and put me on asthma meds. He also gave me steroid shots....Then I went through a cycle of taking medicine and not taking it....I have now vowed to stay on it at all costs. This last attack for me was TERRIBLE. I have had to start running ALL OVER. What does this mean? It means I went from running 5-8 miles and looking forward to my first 1/2 marathon to running 90 sec - 5 min intervals. Very sad.

This post is really suppose to be about my son. He has asthma (surprise surprise) and is usually fine with Zyrtec and albuterol as needed. Well, Tuesday he couldn't breathe and despite his labuterol he was till wheezy and short of breath. I had increased his dose...and he was still struggling. Off to the pediatrician (who I LOVE btw). His pediatrician gave him prednisone temporarily and he is now taking Flovent (one component of Advair) every morning and every night. He can now breathe and I will keep him on his medicine, so he never ends up like me. I just wonder when my daughter's day will come. She also takes albuterol as needed....just not as often. We will see what happens.