Every night it's the same thing--fighting the kids over bedtime. Coy is still in his crib (partially due to the fact that I am way to lazy to deal with keeping him in a big boy bed right now, and also due to the fact Kacie came out of the crib WAY too early!!), so we can put him down and at least let him cry himself to sleep...that is, if you can catch him to put him in the crib first.

But Kacie...that's a whole other story. We've tried EVERYTHING. She's scared of her own shadow, so she says she's scared to sleep in her room. Although, I think, mostly, she's just afraid she's going to miss something. We can send her to bed (like tonight) at 7:45, and we'll be lucky if she's asleep by 11. First, it's potty, then it's water, then I forgot my Claritin (which I just remembered now...brb...)...then who knows what's next.

I've been told they'll grow out of it...but I don't think I can survive that long!

The only thing I hate more than being sick--is one of my babies being sick. I hate when the big baby is sick because it is pitiful to see this: a grown man + any ailment= instant two year old. I did not sign up for that! Or maybe I did...anyway...I digress.

The worst is when my real babies are sick. Luckily, since our ear infection days with Kacie, she has been relatively healthy...at least no major "I need my mommy" illnesses.

Coy has been sick for almost a week now, and I'm nearly beside myself. The medicine he takes for his double ear infection makes his little tummy all in a tizzy. He has so much congestion and drainage that he gets choked on his many coughs and throws up at least twice a day. It's like he has the stomach virus, without a stomach virus, but with all the mess that goes with it!!

Calgon...take me away!!!

The messy part I can handle, but my baby's crying and me not being able to help him is more than more poor heart can take. I pray God will heal him, not for my sake, but for his little one. I know God doesn't make our children sick so he can test us, but I think he does use these sickness as an opportunity. There is nothing like rocking a sick baby to make you want your Heavenly Father to rock you, too.

I hope you make Coy well, God, but I thank you for making realize I'm a sick child, too, and I need you like Coy needs me.

Psalm 127:3Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward

That's right! Right here in South Alabama we had snow!

The kids were much less impressed than I thought they should be. Oh, well...it was still neat!

Got a blogger account, so better looking blog. Easier, too, so maybe I'll post more often now!!