So, I have about 5 days left to pack up the rest of the house before the moving truck gets here. I’m not actually flying out to Wichita until the 18th, but sadly most everything needs to be in boxes by Saturday. Big, strong men, a.k.a Royal and friends, will be here Sunday to load up most everything. Fireball (Royal’s dad) will be here to help, and as his nickname is Fireball, I will spend the majority of the time trying to reign him in and stop him from throwing boxes all over the place and putting all my breakable stuff on the bottom of an 8 foot pile and then putting a couch on top of that. Because his life moto is to get it done as quickly as possible, there usually isn’t a whole lot of planning that goes into things.
So, while I should of been packing, I’ve been knitting instead. I figure if my hands are busy, then I don’t feel quite so bad about not packing. And it’s worked! Sadly though, I have just finished my last knitting project that I will ever do in our little house here, and I can’t start another because I’ve already packed up all my yarn. Guess that means more boxes and packing tape for me.

My last project is this new, cute little diaper bag. I’m hoping I can convince someone I know with a sewing machine to line it for me. :)

Here it is pre-felted, all loose, ginormous, and floppy.

Then I stuck it in the washing machine, and like magic about 20 mins later, I got this! Well, it wasn’t exactly magic. My handles were constantly tying themselves in knots, which have to be undone, or you get just big felted knots which will never come apart. Then, one of my handles got stuck under the middle part of the machine and ripped part of it off. Luckily it was just a small part of it, so I didn’t have to make another handle, which would of been bad because I used up all my green yarn. Now, all I have to dois wait for it to dry and I guess I can add it to my pile of things to put in boxes.

I just wanted to take a nap today, but instead I decided to be productive. I have started to pack up the house. I basically have 17 days until the moving truck arrives, and then another 5 days from there before the movers come back to pick up their load and drive it to Wichita for us.

4 boxes down, 5 hundred million to go….

WARNING : This posting has a lot of information that some people may not want to read about. Bodily functions…barfing, pooping…if you don’t want to hear about my first day back at home and be bombarded by way too much information about things you probably don’t really want to know about, this is the point where you are going to want to stop reading…. You have been warned.

So Thursday morning, while still in Wichta, I get a phone call from Norma, Royal’s mom, asking for Jayden’s pediatricians info (which I’d actually left with her, but I guess she just wanted to double check). She said that Jayden was throwing up again (by again, I mean he’d been throwing up since I left Tuesday morning) and she just wanted to make sure there wasn’t something wrong with him. So, I give her the info again and tell her to call his medical assistant and talk to her before making an appointment. Turns out there is this flu going around affecting just kids that lasts like 3-5 days and that’s most likely what he has, but if he was still throwing up by Friday morning to call and come in. I felt really bad leaving a sick kid with his grandparents, but I didn’t know he was sick until after I was in Wichita. However, there was a part of me that was kind of grateful. I hate puke. I hate it with a passion. If I hear it, see it, or smell it, it makes me almost puke. Even watching it on tv, makes me gag. It was one of the things that I was most worried about when I knew I was going to be a mom. When my kids get sick, I felt I was going to be pretty much useless. People kept telling me, ‘oh, it’s different when it’s your kids.’ But, it doesn’t really seem so for me. Jayden has only had the puking flu 1 other time and that was when I was still nursing him and I also had the pukers. So, his barf only smelled a little like sour milk, not rotten food, so it didn’t set me off that much. Plus I was puking all the time anyway, so who knows if it was his barf that was making me puke or just my own upset stomach.

So, I got home yesterday afternoon and was told Jayden had kept food down all day and that he seemed better. Hallelujia is what I thought. I ate a couple pieces of pizza before I packed up the car to drive Jayden and I home, when Jayden started asking for bites. I was a little leary of all the cheese and knowing that pizza probably wouldn’t sit well on a queasy stomach, but he was begging and I thought well if he’s hungry I guess I’ll let him eat, plus he’d been keeping food down. So, he’s sitting on my lap, eating his pizza when I hear him start coughing. Nothing big, he had had a little cold before I left and he still had a cough when I dropped him off. Then I hear the phlegm get stuck in his throat and he hasn’t quite mastered how to clear his throat yet, and I look at him like oh crap, because this phlegm had been making him gag the week before. He can’t get the phlegm out, so his body does it for him. I get chewed up pizza and nasty phlegm spewed all down the front of him and all over my pants. I try not to panic, but my throat starts clenching. However, Royal’s family is all sitting there too and they don’t quite know my queasiness for barf yet, so I manage to not breath through my nose and smell it and I take his clothes off as quick as I can, and luckily I keep my own pizza down. He seems fine and just keeps saying, ‘woa, big cough’. I get him cleaned up and in different clothes and we head out on our way home. Royal’s parents gave me a couple extra towels just in case he barfed on me on the drive home. Luckily we made it without incident.

Royal and I get him ready for bed and Jayden starts freaking out. He keeps saying, ‘mom no work, mom no work’. Basically he was afraid that when he woke up, we weren’t going to be there again. He knows if Royal’s not home, he’s at work, so obviously that was where I had been the last few days. I kept reassuring him that mom’s work was all done and that I got to stay with him now. Didn’t really seem to help, so after rocking and rocking and rocking with him, we decide to just let him cry it out a little and see if he can get himself to sleep. He manages to work himself into a bigger frenzy and is crying so hard, he pukes all over his bed. Fan-freaking-tastic. I go in and can smelled the nasty pizza right away, I’m like Royal I need some help! Royal comes in just as I start gagging. I’m able to keep my food down, but pretty much had to hold my breath while I took his clothes off and stripped his bed down. Jayden didn’t go to sleep until after 10 sometime.

5:30am rolls around and Jayden’s at his door banging on it to get out. Sometimes Jayden wakes up and just needs his diaper changed and he usually goes back to sleep until around 7 or so. I beg Royal to get out of bed and do it for me, which he of course does! That’s just the kind of guy Royal is. I hear Jayden say, ‘ooohh, poop’, and I’m thinking, ‘poop this early? what the heck?’ Royal comes back to bed and is like, ‘poor guy, had diarrhea’ I thinking oh man I’m so glad I didn’t have to deal with that. 15 mins later, Jayden is back at the door banging. I am wanting to be mad at him because he stayed up super late and now is wanting to get up super early and all I want to do is sleep. Royal jumps out of bed again and I hear Jayden say, ‘more poop’. I’m like, ‘no way’. Then I see Royal head downstairs with him to the main changing table in the laundry room (way more wipes, more diapers, diaper cream). Royal comes up with Jayden and tries to put him back in bed, but Jayden’s not having it, so he ends up crawling in bed with us. Royal of course fills me in on all the details about how this was the biggest diarrhea he’s ever seen, it was all over the place. I’m just thinking, Hallelujia I didn’t have to do it. Ever since getting pregnant, my gag reflex has been super sensitive, especially in the morning. Changing Jayden’s morning poopy diaper has often times made me gag, but just a little, so I was so thankful I didn’t have to change his diaper this morning. Boy, I didn’t know what I had in store for me. Royal just ends up getting out of bed and heading to work, which means I had to get myself out of bed to take care of Jayden. So, we’re downstairs around 6:30, Jayden was in the kitchen and I smell something horrible. And I mean horrible, this doesn’t smell like poop, it smells more like a dead animal. I’m thinking to myself that there is NO WAY he could of done it again. I go over, and pull the back of his diaper open, just to see what the heck was going on and praying that he was just letting off stinkers. Oh no, I’m not that lucky. (warning: gross part coming up) I look in there, and all I see is soup, a tan colored poop soup. I don’t know how it wasn’t running down his legs, thank goodness he was wearing Huggies instead of a G-diaper at this point, because as much as I LOVE G-diapers, there is no way it would of contained the amount of goo that was in there. It wasn’t just a small amount, it was huge and liquid and smelled horrible! I immediately started gagging and kept gagging as I knew I was going to have to get closer to it and change his diaper. I mean I couldn’t let him just sit in it for the next 11 hours or so until Royal came home. My stomach is seriously lurching, so I set him down outside the laundry room (where the changing table is), and I go inside, shut the door, open the window, and start taking really deep breaths trying to calm my stomach down. Usually, I can take a few deep breaths, put on my big girl pants, and fight on thru the urge to barf and do what needs to be done. So, when I feel like I have myself under control, I grab Jayden and put him on the table. I immediately start gagging again. Like seriously gagging, like almost throwing up. I think I have it under control again, and I whip open that diaper super fast so I won’t really be able to see whats inside, but the idea of it floats through my mind and then it happens. I totally throw up. Luckily all I had so for was a little water, at least it wasn’t a waffle or something, so I grab the garbage can and spit it all out into that. I go back to cleaning Jayden up, who by the way is cracking up laying there saying, ‘mom, big cough! ha ha ha, big cough!’, as I continue to gag and almost barf again. I finish him up, puke one more time in the garbage, and then run the garbage bag and his nasty soup diaper out to the garbage. Good riddance! Hoping and praying that he will not do that anymore today. Well, I wasn’t so lucky. 20 mins later I was back in the laundry room, fighting back barfing, changing him out one more time. If only I had been more proactive on the potty training. Curse my laziness and his stubborness!!!! So far, the rest of the day has been just fine. All the nastiness has kept itself contained and hopefully now that its the afternoon, my gag reflex will have settled down and I’ll be able to handle anything Jayden throws at me. Well, I hope he doesn’t actually throw it….sick…..

So, I made it to Wichita today. Uneventful flights, and I pretty much read an entire book. Good thing I brought two, so I have one for the return flights. I did however cut it close in my connection in Denver, but I power-walked through the terminal and made it to my gate with 2 mins to spare! Wichita’s airport is the smallest airport I think I have ever been to. It is a whopping 1 story high, and takes about 5 mins to walk from one end to the other. Oh yea, and by one end, I mean out on the tarmac where you get off the plane. There is a benefit to this tiny airport though, by the time you get off your plane, make a quick pit stop in the bathroom, wash your hands and look in the mirror and wonder how the heck your hair can look like that when all you’ve done all day is sit, and then walk to the one and only baggage terminal, your bags are already circulating, just waiting for you to pick them up. So that’s nice, no more 30 minute waits wondering if your bag didn’t make it and if it’s time to give it up and go fill out a lost bag form. When I got to the hotel, I gave Royal a quick call to tell him I’d made it safe, only for him to inform me that Jayden, who is staying at with grandparents in Kelso, has been throwing up all morning. Fantastic. (I called the g-parents and found out that he is now able to keep food down and is acting just fine…so that’s good). I then met up with our realtor here and went through about 10 houses. I found a couple that I like, but as I am going through a whole bunch tomorrow, we’ll see if I find any I like better. I’m tired and can’t wait to come home. Or am I already home? I’m confused… :)

Today, Jayden and I are packing our bags for the week. Jayden is going to stay with grandma and grandpa (Royal’s parents) down in Kelso, while I jump on a plane and head to Wichita for a couple days. Royal is staying behind and working, I guess somebody has to, and supposedly he’s giving his notice at work this week. Guess that makes it REALLY official. I’m flying to Wichita on Tuesday, looking at houses Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday, and hopefully deciding on one before I fly back on Thursday. I really wish Royal was going with me, but as we could only afford 1 plane ticket, Royal decided that I’d probably have way more of an opinion on what kind of house I wanted than he would, so he decided that I was probably the best one for the job. So, we’ll see how it goes. Hope I don’t get hit by a tornado while Im there….

Royal turned 30 yesterday! I know I seem to be a day late on all these birthday posts, but I blame it all on pregnancy brain. And Royal seems to like to celebrate his birthday for an entire week, so really, by Royal’s time frame, I’m still right on!

Aunt Kay-Kay, Uncle Rand, Cousin Brendan, and The Wyatt got Jayden a chainsaw for his birthday. I think this is Jayden’s first step into being a junior member of my dad’s club, The Loyal Order of Log Botherers. The club was originally founded by my dad’s dad, but as he now is bothering logs in Heaven, my dad has had to take over the role of the Grand Pooba (a.k.a the leader). Basically, if you like to use chainsaws, split wood, build big fires and then constantly bother them by poking and readjusting, you just might get to be a member. You have to be good at it though, and you have to prove yourself worthy. Sadly, I’m not a member. I can split wood with the best of ‘em, but I cannot get a fire going and keep it going to save my life, unless there is lighter fluid or gasoline involved. I do however get to be a silent member, as Royal is so in the club. We drive by trees that have fallen down on the side of the road and Royal starts coming up with a plan on how we can get back to that spot with his truck and a chain saw because he wants to chop it up and bring it home. We don’t even have a fire place at our house, but obviously that doesn’t matter…

Jayden has been using his chainsaw all over the house. He saws on corners, the couch, legs, stomachs. Pretty much whatever he can pretend to cut up, he will.

Also, here’s an update on Pig, which is now referred to by Jayden as Jojee Pig. Jayden gave Jojee Pig a drink of milk after breakfast.

Then Jojee Pig took a nap, and Jayden covered him with a blankie.

I know it’s a day late, but I did come hang out with you yesterday!
Happy Birthday to my Dad!!!!