One Hot Mess – Not Your Birthday So No, You Can Not Cry If You Want To

Atlas does not care that it’s Oliver’s birthday. Or maybe he does really care which is why he is pulling out all his attention seeking tricks. Maybe he’s just sick and also teething which is why he has slept so awful the last couple nights. I don’t know. It’s something because this stinker is extra stinky today. 

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Surrendering in the NICU


As many of you know, Oliver’s birth was very challenging. Summed up, after a 20 hour hard hard hard labor, Oliver wasn’t breathing when he was born and transferred to a hospital and eventually was diagnosed to have had congenital pneumonia and pulmonary hemorrhaging. Big long term problems were thrown out like hearing loss, permanent brain damage and the like.

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Disney Photospammy and Answer Me This

Happy Tuesday!
We spent Sunday at California Adventure, which was hmmm, tiring. It was soooo hot out and the park was super crowded. (The Bancroft’s who also happened to be going had to park at the convention center!). We spent most of our time in Cars Land (Ollie almost always has a car in his hand, hence the #carsineveryphoto hashtag on instagram).

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7QT: Saturday Edition

1. One Hot Mess

I loveeeee Blythe’s new linkup. It’s so great because we are all guilty of loving other people’s messes so we don’t feel so alone in this craziness. My contribution would probably be Atlas’ pink eye. I took him to the pediatrician and we got antibiotic drops on Thursday and they haven’t helped at all. This morning one eye was sealed shut and the other finally had goop. Looks like he probably has viral conjunctivitis which means we just ride it out. He has been in good spirits though, despite the eye boogers, nose boogers, ear waxxx, and a low fever.  :(

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Why Not and Answer Me This

Why Not?
I’ve been asking myself this recently in terms of letting my kids do certain things. I’m quick to say no because I don’t want to have a bigger mess to clean, or to take longer doing something, or even because I don’t want to get up from where I’m sitting (okay, cut me some slack. I’m pregnant.) I’ve instead asked myself why not? Why can’t Oliver play superheroes in our bed when we wake up in the morning? Why can’t we go to the park after dinner? Why can’t I read another story? So, I’ve been trying to say yes more than no and I’ve noticed I at least feel better about it. Atlas seems to tantrum less, too. (Yes, tantrum. Have I mentioned how 1 year olds are way worse than the “terrible twos”?).

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