they're baaaaaack!

germy germs.  i hate 'em.

mr. bubba woke up countless times last night, complaining of his ear hurting.  back to the doctor (for yet another nap time appointment!) this afternoon, and it's confirmed he has another ear infection and likely strep throat.  my wonderfully sweet doctor prescribed some yummy, gooey white stuff that will kick those germs in the boo-tay.  and if the pain isn't bad enough, his ear was draining, apparently as a result of the fluid bursting against the eardrum.  oh, it's just glamorous.  so, jackie has this (now) crusty build up in and around his ear.  but yet, i can't even look at it without him getting all crazy on me.  no, mama, stoooooop!  the poor kid.

we all had a pretty restless night last night, and i'm not getting excited thinking tonight will be any different.  jb slept with benji while i retreated to the upstairs where sleepy time wasn't much better; dylan was up 3 times, why?  dunno.  lonely, wet, HUNGRY, most likely.  jack snoozed in and out of discomfort throughout his movies this afternoon, so perhaps we'll get lucky at bedtime.  i already have the motrin drawn...

that is the nice part about the little boy that is jack miebs; he likes his space.  he requires (a lot like me) what my mother refers to as "down time."  he is currently on his 4th viewing of pinocchio, has watched mickey mouse clubhouse road rally mmm-maybe 5 times, and he had back to back episodes of olivia streaming as we were at the doctor's office.  he hasn't wanted me to talk to him or answer my questions with anything but a pathetic no.  so where i'm going with all of this is he has been sort of quarantined to our bedroom while d and i have played and snuggled and played and loved on each other, mostly me doing the smothering.

d. junie is 12 months and 10 days of pure love.  i just can't get over how much i am addicted to this mushy ball of pale skin.  and there has to be something seriously wrong with her; no child should be this happy.  i should say, if you don't make eye contact with her, you're fine.  but, if you do happen to lock eyes, it's over, you're done for.  she makes a bee-line for you, squealing and waving both arms, in a quick albeit clumsy walk.  i want to fold her in thirds, stuff her in my pocket and be as pleasantly surprised and happy as you are when you find lost money in last year's jacket.  she's too much!

ok, i realize i'm not the only one to have sick kids.  i get that i have been extremely lucky with my babes.  dylan got her first cold 2 weeks ago, and i can count on one hand how many times jack has been really down.  but you know, it's never easy.  it doesn't get easier.  they just bend your heart, and all you want to do is take away their ickiness.  so tonight, as i lay me down to sleep, i pray my babe turns strong not weak.  amen.