-Ty coughed ALL night again and we heard it ALL night via the video monitor (poor kid...not his fault, but OH-SO-ANNOYING)
-Ace cuddled (only woke up 2 times to eat from midnight - 8:30 am)
-Mama's arms kept falling asleep and I was half in/half out of it in between listening to Ty's coughs to listen for projectile vomiting and sleeping oh, so carefully with Ace (I know, I know I shouldn't do it but a little 6.10oz. baby boy is simply irresistable.
-Ty woke up at 6am and brought his
-What to do today...hmmm...the car wash. The bank. ANYTHING to get out of the house with 2 where I don't have to get 2 kids in and out, in and out. I've decided that Ace is easier than Ty. Mama isn't supposed to be lifting anything heavier than Ace until Saturday. I'm pretty sure that eliminates my 41 lb. Ty Baby. But, desperate times call for desperate measures. ( I just hope the lovely stiches I have agree with me)
-Getting out the door was kind of like a nightmare. Each kiddo was dressed in a new diaper and then they pooped (yes, they're already ganging up on Mom). Of course, when Ace gets changed, he decides he needs to eat something. Ty becomes bored VERY quickly, so we then need something for him to do. Hmmmm...yeah, there goes the LAUNDRY I JUST FOLDED AND NEATLY PLACED IN THE BASKET LAST NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT.
-We get in the car and for the love of GOD if we don't go see Daddy then we're going to have WW3 in my house between Ty and I...Daddy makes it all better, so off to do our 2 errands we go.
-These errands were done in the midst of making an appt. for Ty to the Dr. (seems to be our favorite place these days) because he cannot. quit. coughing. His coughing leads to vomiting. It's not good.
-Ty falls asleep, I lug him up stairs (he's deadweight) for a 3.5 hour nap (guess that's what happens when you you can't sleep at night) and I have to wake him up for his Dr.'s appt. We had to take Ace to Nana and Pop's so I could take Ty to the Dr. He did excellent, and for now we're upping the an-ti on breathing treatments (stupid nebulizer). Mr. "I'm in charge" is sure getting some bribery to sit still for these treatments.
-Mama then goes to get the new med's, runs home to wash yet another load of clothes the builder sent for "touch up's" who was supposed to use plastic to cover clothes/shoes/other closet goods and DID NOT. Oh, how I hate him now. I got one clean load neatly hung, go to swap another load, and Ty had puked AGAIN in my closet floor (yes, it's carpeted). UGH. Crying baby. Ty's got puke all over him.
-OMG where's the freakin' wine?
But then there was laughter. For some reason, Ty ran over to Todd. He hugged his legs and bit him. In the butt. And, left major teeth marks. It was hilarious. I mean, for me it was hilarious. I had to leave the room so Todd could discipline him. (to our knowledge he has not bitten anyone and from the look of fear on his face I highly doubt he'll ever bite again)
And, cute little Ty Baby hugged Todd and said, "I saucy (sorry) Daddy".
That pretty much made my crappy day get better.
Dr. in the AM and then we don't go back for either kiddo until Tuesday. Hallelujah...these last 2 weeks I feel like that's all we have done!