One of Those Days

Ever had one of those days when you're eight months pregnant and your toddler is sick?  Where your toddler has been sick for about two weeks off and on and you've already been to the Emergency Room and the pediatrician during these two weeks but he just doesn't get better?  Where you've been to the Emergency Room about a dozen times in the last year because of asthma, it's not getting better, and it feels like no one can help your baby.  When you're sick as well and your husband is sick?  You have to be constantly evaluating if you should back to the Emergency Room because he's not breathing well.  Where every time he coughs, which is about a million times a minute, the anxiety surges through your body because this probably means he's starting to retract which probably means we're going to spend another night in the hospital.  Where even though you try your best to get him to eat, he won't.  And when he does he throws it up because of the violent coughing.  No t to mention he hasn't gained weight in about 9 months and is getting more and more underweight every day.  Where you're about to break down in tears because you're going to be adding another baby to this mix soon which means no sleep and more to worry about.  Today is one of those days and somehow expressing all of this makes me feel a little bit better.  We'll get through it, we always do, and I'm grateful it's not anything worse.  But man ... if I didn't have to have one of these days ever again I'd be happy.

Baby Shower

My wonderful friends Joanna and Claire threw me the best baby shower a few weeks ago!  The theme was tiny, because I love tiny things, and it was the cutest baby shower I've ever seen!  All the food was so delicious and everything looked so pretty and perfect, it was amazing.  I'm so glad no one asks me to do baby showers because I would be TERRIBLE.  Paying attention to little details, or big details for that matter, and making things cute is NOT my area of expertise.

Here are the masters!  Poor Joanna was so pregnant but she still was out there working on making my shower so wonderful, bless her heart!

There were quite a few pictures of me opening all the gifts but they were less than attractive so this is the only one that is included.  But I got a ton of cute little girl outfits and accessories, having a girl is going to be fun!

And this was from yet another baseball game we went to.  This time it was Mormon night at Dodger Stadium and Elder Bednar threw the first pitch, not that we were there to see it.  We didn't get to our seats and settled until the 5th inning, which was perfect because I don't think I could have lasted any longer than that.

Oskar's second favorite part of the game was singing Take Me Out to the Ball game during the 7th inning stretch.  His first favorite part is told better by Joel:

OSKAR STEALS HOME! Last night we went to the Dodgers game for Mormon night. It was Oskar's third pro-game. At the end of his first two he cried because he wants to go down on the field and they won't let him. But last night was Fireworks Night, so they let fans onto the field. Except he wanted to "go on the dirt" meaning run on the infield, but the grounds crew had spaced themselves shoulder to shoulder surrounding the infield to block fans from just that. So I devised a game plan. I carried Oskar up close to the infield, and I whispered to him, "When I set you down, you run as fast as you can between the guys and onto the dirt." I looked for some grounds crew that were spaced a little farther apart than the rest and set him down. He ran and made it past the guards! Some fans saw him and started cheering for him. He got about 10 to 15 feet into the infield and one of the staff went to grab him, but he slid under her grab! Safe! (Oskar always slides, no matter how well he hits the ball.) He stood up and she directed him back to me, but he was so happy and was telling everyone "I slid on the dirt!" It was about where shortstop plays, between second and third, where he slid, but for Oskar and me--it was home!