Tummy Bug Update

I'd like to report that all is well in the Kelley household, and that the puke row has been retired. I'd like to tell you that, but I can't. Round two did begin tonight, and not more than 30 seconds after I got off the phone with Lynne (telling her that Aidan was better.) Round two goes to Aidan, again...Poor little guy!  He got sick in the car, and we are hoping that he just got himself worked up and has a sensitive gag reflex right now. Luckily, he got sick just as we pulled into the Walmart parking lot. Owen and I got to run in and fill our list and pick up some pajamas and paper towels. Poor Wade had to stay and clean up the mess. We are keeping an eye on him, but for now it's orange pedialyte and jello (maybe toast tomorrow.) 

Also, this morning we woke to a beautiful winter wonderland. We didn't even get to play in it. When the time came for us to play outside, everyone was sleeping. I now realize why Aidan was so tired as he almost never takes naps anymore. Maybe tomorrow. The snow is still falling, and is sticking (I can hear the snow plows on the street outside.) Also, the tummy bug (as well as some work projects, housework, finals etc...) have delayed putting up Christmas trees and lights. Wade is really disappointed. He really missed the perfect opportunity Friday to hang lights, but everyone spent the day catching up on sleep and snuggling. Maybe we can get to it next weekend. The tree (s) will come out tomorrow night after Wade's big work presentation. I will post pictures from that later this week. 

Chasing Chickens

Disclaimer: Yes, Wade was watching Owen the entire time, and NO we are not trying to get him to fight the chickens (Fean, don't even think about it....)

Macie Joan Wagner

 This is Macie Joan Wagner. She is my brother's little girl, and what a joy! She is just so much fun, and lucky her--she'll grow up with two very capable body guards! Aidan and Owen will very much protect her, but probably teach her a bad thing or two!

THANKSGIVING PART I: Turkey and Stuffing--twice!!!

Here are some pictures from Thanksgiving. Of course I didn't bring my camera in to take pictures of the Wright Thanksgiving! It was a great holiday, minus a few key players on both sides, but they should all be back for Christmas. Aidan and Owen did get a chance to do chores, so that really made their day. I also got to spend some time with the newest Wagner--little Macie Joan! She's so cute, and I just love watching her giant spirit pour out of that little body! Here are some pictures.

THANKSGIVING PART II: 7Up and Jello

So, when the boys wake me up at 2:30 in the morning at Dad's it means one of two things: 1) a train is going through town and they want to see it from our window, or 2) someone's sick. While it is almost always the first, this time unfortunately it was the second one. Little Aidan found himself hovering over the toilet with Wade while I got to round up our stuff and get the 'drips' cleaned out of carpet and sheets. Aidan hasn't gotten sick too awful much in his little life, but he seems to be pretty good and throwing-up. We thought maybe it was just a tummy ache...you read how much food we had...and, he only ate the sweet stuff. After a little while it became clear that he wasn't just dealing with a belly ache. So, at 3 we decided to load up and get him home--2 1/2 hours away. Turns out little boys that don't feel good don't really like sitting in car seats. Twenty-five miles later we had to do some rearranging in the Yukon, and the 'Puke Row' was born. Wade had to drive (and stay awake,) while Owen was pretty uncomfortable alone in the second row. Aidan and I got to sit in the very back with the ice cream bucket and Gpa's 'special juice' (Gatorade.) He passed out right away back there, and we rolled into Denver just shy of six this morning. Now, a couple of hours later, we are stocked with all the flu necessities (7Up, Jello, soup, crackers and Pedialyte.) Both boys are asleep while Wade and I have found ourselves over-caffeinated....As I am typing this I think I just heard Owen jump on the vomit-train...To Be Continued.....

Why we don't let him have the door open.

So, we pretty much lock Aidan in his room at night. While we don't actually LOCK him in there, we do use a safety knob on the door that makes it hard for his little hands to open it. Lately, people have been kind enough to inform us that this is in fact a form of child neglect. So, we have experimented with keeping the door open at night. For the most part this means that Wade and I wake up to Aidan having turned on all the lights, having woken up Owen and usually we see him standing over us at 5:30 in the morning. Those things we can deal with. Saturday he found a new way to raise the bar. I heard him moving around at six, saw the light on, but he was being quiet. I thought maybe he was being considerate, but the evidence points elsewhere. He had taken it upon himself to start a new hobby--photography. He got ahold of the new digital camera and began snapping fifteen minutes worth of pictures. Most of them he calls "jumping on the bed." He didn't immediately fess up to the crime, but as a novice criminal he left the evidence on the memory card.

Oh, if only he could channel that energy into something good--like cleaning or washing dishes... Needless to say, I think Santa will be bringing this little boy a 'kid-proof' digital camera for Christmas!

Thanksgiving song

Aidan was promised a train if he sang this to the computer, so here it is. As a bonus, he'll open up with his delightful rendition of the ABC song, and then move onto his 'Thanksgiving' song. Just so you know, that song only has two words. He does sing them well though--and while jumping on his bed (my thanks to Nana for teaching him that.)