I don't have much to post about.
I honestly think it is easier to spend absolutely no money then it is to just spend a little. Easier for me to have no money then a little. Easier in the fact that I just don't go to the store and that eliminates the whole problem. I went to target on Friday for henry's medicine and i couldn't remember the last time i had been there. Usually I go to target a couple of times a week....it felt weird. Like we had broken up and I was driving by his house in the night...you know?
Oliver had a dream yesterday night that his hand was cut open and bleeding and Jesus came and healed him. Rob had a dream the same night about justin beiber.
I cut henry's hair on Sunday. He looks so much older. I have pictures but now that cortney is using the computer he will have to email it to me.
Rob started throwing up in the night...i mean really throwing up. I mean like every thirty minutes and just so much. He is having to sit on the toilet with a bowl in his lap if you know what I mean. He begged me to take him to the doctor. I hate seeing him like this.
About a half hour ago I was sitting with Henry on my lap giving him a breathing treatment, and rob was on the couch next to me throwing up in a bowl. It was one of those Holy cow moments. One of those moments that make you really realize that you are totally doing the mom thing.
I don't know why Rob is throwing up.
I made my kids chicken nuggets (you know from the bag in the freezer section) for the first time in their life last night. I have never gotten those before. My kids thought they were amazing. hahaa.
Henry is a little better. He is crying a lot...especially when I have to help Robbie with something. He doesn't like me to close him out of the bathroom while we are inside.
Speaking of Henry. When he can't find me he always crawls down the stairs and looks for me in my bed under the covers. Hahaa. hmmmm what does that say about me??
Now a couple pictures from my phone.
The door to our bathroom has to be closed at all times...if Henry even hears the door open he runs there as fast as he can. He loves getting in the toilet or climbing in the sink. Drives me crazy. I have a sixth sense now to feel if the bathroom is open or not. This little guy is a trouble maker.
Rob said..."if you don't want me to barf on you you need to take me to the doctor right now!"
Can they do anything for kids that are sick this way??? I don't think so. He really wants me to take him, but there is no way not with a sick Henry too. Impossible
Rob loves to say abusive things to me when he is sick. He just said "what would you rather have me do, barf in your ear or in your mouth?" (he is still threatening me to take him to the doctor)