Fire Truck Fun!!!

Our daycare provider knows one of the Shakopee firefighters so she asked him to come out to the house and bring a truck with him... he showed up with the "Big Daddy" of the trucks - the ladder truck! Needless to say the kids LOVED it, Tegan included. Oh, and whose child found the one lever/button that shouldn't be pushed? Yup, that'd be mine! HA! Tegan found the lever to the air break and pulled it immediately. Thankfully the only harm done was a big burst of air in his face that royally scared the pants off him (figuratively, of course). I wonder if this was taken after the lever was pushed as T doesn't look too thrilled to be sitting there. :)

Love to all!

~j

New Sneaks

Yup... it was time. AND we learned that one of T's feet is a 7 1/2 wide and the other is a 8 1/2 wide. HA! I decided to go with the more "squishy" (as Tegan referred to them) of the 2 styles he tried on. He's just so active that I wanted a more flexible shoe as compared to a more durable shoe. It's technically a running shoe, but I don't think T's ready to hit the pavement with me while I run :) Haven't shot any pics of him wearing them yet... but soon enough. Here's a pic I got off the web.

My Kindergarten Curriculum

Can you figure out what this child was trying to say? (I already know, so it's simply a challenge for you) Hope it made you laugh. :) Tegan update coming soon...

Happy Easter!

We pray that you all have a blessed Easter and remember the real significance of this amazing day. We miss Ty deeply, but are equally if not more deeply excited that he is spending eternity with our risen Lord and Savior, whose eyes he looks into daily. WOW! God is truly gracious!
May God bless you and yours!
~jenn & family

All Better

Well, Mr. T seems to be healed. His appetite is just now returning tonight, so he's basically gone 2 days without much food. Thankfully, though, he's not lost his appetite for juice, so he has been able to keep up some level of calorie intake, which is good, especially since his energy level has returned. Actually, as we speak, he is playing choo-choos with Gra'ma Moore with as much energy and enthusiasm as ever! :)

In other news, I learned how to get him to sleep all night long... just get him sick! Unfortunately this isn't a permanent solution (and definitely wasn't intentional on my part). So... we'll just keep pluggin' along with the same bedtime routine, or at least the one we had really gotten going before the puking began and threw the routine out the window, well, at least as far as bedtime is concerned. We'll do our best to get back to the 8pm lights out thing this weekend - though being that we are at Grandma and Grandpa's house that might me tricky since there will be aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents abundant.

If I don't blog sooner have a Blessed Easter and don't forget there's more to it than just bunnies, eggs and candy ;)

Love to all!
~j

Puke

I won't go into details except the following: puke on self, floor and fabric stool in the toy room (T's former bedroom), puke in the bathtub, puke on self and the living room floor multiple times (thankfully covered and recovered by towels), and puke on Mommy at bedtime = one sick little Tegan. :( Hopefully it's just a 24 hour (or less) thing and THANKFULLY tomorrow is a daycare day with Gram'ma so Mommy and/or Daddy don't have to call in sick.

Love to all!
~j

Sweet, Sweet Sleep

AH... the feeling of waking up after only being woken up by the pitter-patter of my little boy... I mean big boy's feet 1 time the past 2 or 3 nights has been nothing less than amazing!

Yes, I/we have finally been sleeping well for a few nights in a row. I don't know if any one thing did it, but obviously something did. My guess is that it's a combination of everything we've done: moving T back upstairs, the smaller/lower to ground toddler bed, firmness about nighttime routine and meaning good-night when we say it, and less time in Mommy and Daddy's bed during the night. I ALSO think the disappearance of T's night terrors has helped a ton too! If T does make it into our room (I try to get to him before he gets to me now) I let him lay with me for maybe 5 or 10 min (if I can stay awake that long) and then I carry him back to his bed and he STAYS and DOESN'T CRY! It's fabulous!

OK... all for now, gonna go spend time with my "Big Dude" (as Brendan calls him) ;)

Love to all!
~j

jinxed

Maybe it was an April Fool's joke...

Maybe I jinxed it by "not" blogging about it

Whatever it was, it was cruel!

Not more than a few minutes before midnight the normal night-time routine (or what has become a routine I should say) began. Yes, I'd let T lay in our bed with hopes of taking him back to his bed after he got the hugs and cuddles he "needed" - but then I'd fall asleep. Twice it worked out OK. He got his cuddle time in, we all fell back asleep and the next time I woke up I'd quietly carry Tegan back to his bed. He'd protest a bit, but I'd remind him that I was across the hall and NOT leaving him and that he was safe and he'd fall asleep in a matter of seconds (literally).

The 3rd time, though... must be that "charm" that goes along with the 3rd time I guess. It was at 5:45...

Yes, it was only 45 min from when my alarm was going to go off, but still. I wanted Tegan to get up for the day from his own bed. I honestly don't remember the last time that happened. If 5:45 had been the first time in the night he came it, it would have been another story. Heck, he made it until 4:30am on Sunday (I think it was Sunday, at least) before he got up. Anyway, I woke up at 5:45 and was going to do the 'quietly carry him back to bed' thing... but that time he protested - loudly - forcefully - kicking - screaming - crying - "No Mommy!" - "Mommy wait!" - "I want Mommy" - and all that. I tried my best, I stayed firm to the "plan". I said, "No, Tegan. It's nigh-night time. You need to stay in your bed and Mommy is going to sleep in her bed. I can leave the door open or close it, what is your choice?" Usually the "door open or closed" choice tells him I mean business and he gives in and says "leave door open, Mommy" followed by a few whimpers and then he lays his head down and goes to sleep.

But, NO! Not this morning. He fought it until Daddy finally gave in and let T lay on his [Daddy's] side of the bed until 7.

Needless to say I lost it this morning when I was asked what was wrong... as some say - "The $hit hit the fan." I left in a storm of stomps and tears and crying and yelling and, I'm sure, making others feel bad, even though within all that I explained my reasons for being so upset. I hope I didn't hurt any feelings too bad, I know Brendan understood and didn't take it personally (I already talked to him about it).

But STILL - COME ON!!! I just want to sleep undisturbed. All my friends' toddlers transitioned beautifully - we thought we had for a few weeks there, but apparently not. Why us? Haven't we had to deal with enough? Can't we be spared this ONE trouble? I pray and pray and pray, and I KNOW that we have life so much easier than some. We have a healthy 2-year old, who is healthy and, generally, happy. We both have our health and our parents and relatives have theirs (for the most part)... ugh!

I'll stop there. I've gotta work.

Love to all
~j

Not Gonna Do It...

Nope, I'm NOT going to jinx what happened tonight by blogging about it.

I'm not going to post about how Tegan got into bed all by himself... and how he didn't get out of his bed screaming and crying one time after being tucked in.

Nope - not gonna do it.

Not gonna tell how my sweet toddler (who is SO in the thralls of the "terrible 2's" and the "I DO IT"s and the "NO, STOP IT!"s and more) only got out of bed once to gently ask for me after the initial tuck-in when he heard me walk by his room and then got back into bed all by himself after being reminded that it's bedtime.

Nope - not gonna do it.

Not gonna jinx it.

GOD IS GOOD!!! (but don't stop praying)

Love to all!!!
~j