Conjuncta-wha???

The boys are sharing! 

So what if it's pink eye.  Sharing is sharing, right?

Um, if you just shouted "NO!" while vehemently shaking your head and making sweeping arm gestures...

well, I totally agree with you.

Sharing conjunctivitis isn't as nice as sharing oh, say, a truck or a cookie. (Mmmmm. Cookies!)

And also I want to know who came up with the name "pink eye"?  It sounds.. cute and fuzzy!

Conjunctivitis is not cute and fuzzy. It's all matted eyelashes, avoiding wet baby kisses and hands (at least if ya want to avoid catching it yourself!), crying over eye drops (Jackson) and eye ointment (Jacob... because I thought we could hold him down for a quick eye swipe better than actual drops) and is not all of the fun it's name implies.

Luckily John is really good at wrangling them for the eye stuff AND the amoxicilan Jack is taking for his neverending cold.

So, pray for us. We really don't want to get sick ... again (I still remember the puke incident from a few months ago. *sigh*).

At least Jake is still his usual, charming and sneaky (did I just type that?? Um, yeah. I did.) self.

Case in point?

John saw Jake walking to his room with a glass of water and when he walked to the kitchen and back to his room with a refill, daddy investigated. Especially after, when questioned, Jake paused to tell him that he wasn't spilling.  Which is probably true because he was probably pretty intentionally "dumping" the water out. And that's not the same as "spilling" to a 3 year old.

When he saw daddy coming down the hall, he shut his door.

Daddy opened the door and stopped him before he could dump the cup out in the middle of his floor, to add to the puddle he'd already started.

Crisis averted.

And a clean floor to boot!  Win, win!

Now, if only he would have rolled around in the water a little.

Bathtime*? Check.  We could've called it a day.

Maybe next time... maybe.

*Okay, I wouldn't classify that as a bath.  There would have to be soap involved and after the last incident of a very bubbly bubble bath and unusually foamy hair because *someone* hid the bubble bath bottle under the bath water, mommy learned to lock that stuff up. So I'm sure we won't be enjoying any spontaneous puddle baths any time soon.  Unless he convinces Katie to help him with the child proof locks (that I've already mentioned are *not* childproof for Katie).  She might help him too. If she can pin it on him (or the baby) when they get caught.

Love these kids... they keep me on my toes!  And, even with this pink eye fiasco, they're super cute!

Now my scalp is all itchy.

I just read Katie's school mail.

Can you guess what I might have seen that would make me imagine thousands of tiny bugs crawling all. over. my. head?

I'll give you one guess.

If you guessed that it was something to do with lice, well you guessed right.

Lice has been discovered at Katie's school so we're on alert.  I'm going to give Katie the talk (you know, don't share brushes, clothes, hats, etc... and, matter of fact, just... don't touch anyone) and hope that she listens really, really well.

Because lice are gross.

And my idea of a good time doesn't involve mayonnaise or a tiny comb.

Multiplied by 3.

Anyone have prior experience with the little pests?

And some pictures to, hopefully, wipe the ick away!

Go to sleep Jackson! Pretty please?

Jack sleeps quite well in his crib... for all of 2 hours.  After that, well, it's cuddle time with mom. Every. night.

Frankly, I'm a little tired of it.  I'm also a champion "find-the-nuk-in-the-middle-of-the-night"-er AND a gold medalist "find-the-nuk-in-the-dark-with-your-eyes-closed"-er. (Not that I've ever asked for either distinction. And if I did win big, really, I would like for anything I win to be awarded with a tiara, if you please.)

But, that's how it's been for the past few weeks. I wake up at 11:45 or so to get Jack. Wake again about an hour and a half later for an emergency nuk search, and pretty much repeat at random intervals all through the night culminating in a 5 a.m. series of kicks and fussing.  Not too fun.

I mean, It's not *too* bad, but I also don't want to do this for the next year (which is when Jake got the memo about going to sleep in his bed and *staying* there) so I'm trying a gentle version of sleep training a la Super Nanny. It worked for Jake so here's hoping.

(I'm about to go in to rub his back but he keeps dosing off, then waking up a bit, them dosing off again so I've been standing in the bathroom for about 10 minutes now. Asking myself if I should go in or not. I'm thinking night one might be over soon... here's hoping.

Okay, I didn't go in, Jack fell asleep, and now I'm typing this post.

Oh, yes the boys still share a room.

What?

Oh, where's Jake?

Ummmm. He's... well, he *might* be sound asleep in my spot.  On my very comfy bed.

Yes...

A sleep training refresher *might* be needed. 

*sigh*

Some exciting updates from the house of little sleep...

Katie took her second math test at school and she "exceeds expectations."  This girl is so smart, it's scary.

She also went to the science museum today with the community center after-school program. She had a lot of fun.

She mentioned that they watched a movie about the jungle. And the people in the movie did not wear...  pants. Conversation about different cultures is probably needed at this point... after all, we've already had the DWTS clothing conversation so she'll have something to relate it to.

Jake has been Adorable (yes, with a capital 'A') with his "please" and "thank you"s.  I had my first (understandable) phone conversation with him today!  He still loves to run around the house, loves his Batman costume (the one that fit him in October but that is now just a little tight around his neck and shoulders), loves reading his "No, David" books, loves visiting Grandma and Grandpa's house, and loves playing with Flarp.

And one final wonderful thing... Jack says 'mama'. At 7 months old, he says 'mama' and reaches for ME!  He's somehow also learned how to crawl.  I wouldn't have been surprised if he just managed to go from scooting to running around like a nut with the other two but I'm glad he's taking this mobility thing slowly.

So, busy times.  Lots of kids stuff.

Not enough sleep...

But we're getting there.