Look who's ONE!!!

I can’t believe it, my baby is no longer a baby!!! WOW, one year has went by so fast it’s amazing to me that our little (well BIG) baby we brought home from the hospital is now walking and trying to talk. Granted its 99.9% Bowenese, but it is so cute. He always points his finger at me and starts to babble at me, no doubt trying to tell me “no, no, no” or disciplining me in someway. I wonder where he learned to point his little finger at someone; O-well I guess life is full of mysteries. Bowen really has been a joy to have in our family. He always has a smile on his face, and a good temperament. I know with all my heart that heavenly father sent him down when he did because, I really needed an easy, kind baby this last year. Bowen is so fun to play and wrestle with, and to dance with. Man, can this kid dance, he can shake his money maker like there’s no tomorrow. Recently Bowen has chosen his favorite song “Upside Down” by Jack Johnson; it’s on the curious George soundtrack. Every time I play it in the car, he instantly gets a BIG smile on his face then starts to do his version of the night at the Roxbury dance. It makes the whole family laugh every time. What more can I say…I have the best child EVER!!!
Happy Birthday Bowen

More SE Portland fun

I had to tell someone what happened to us Saturday night at 3:00am. I hear Ethan crying (he now has croup, yea 3 more days of fun sickness) so I go in his room and lay down with him and rub his back for a few minutes so he would fall back asleep. I start to fall asleep in Ethan’s room but was woke up to someone yelling out side. I jump up and go into Jeromy and mine room, which the window faces the front of our house and open the window and I hear, “Get your hands up, step away from the vehicle, drop the gun”. What drop the GUN!!! Less then a block away from our home across the street a Police officer is yelling into his mega phone. I listen for a few minutes, and then see some of my neighbors run out to the end of the street, so I decided to go have a look as well. I kid you not, at least 10 cop cars with light on were having a fun little stand of with a white BMW full of people, who knows what they were in trouble for, but the situation went on for at lest a few hours. I just LOVE south east Portland, always feel o-so-safe!!! The neighbors inform me that the night before they saw some guy just down the street OD and some other guy was dragging him across the road. If anyone wants to move out here and be my new neighbor there is a town home for sale. Since we have been here there has been several drug busts, with tazings, meth lab house fires, dead bodies, homeless rummaging through recycle bens, Drunk running wheelchair into neighbors Escalade that broke his hip and Jeromy had to help, Cops being filmed down the street, neighbor garage rock band and parties all night long, prison transition housing built less then a block away, now a police stand off. All I can say is 5 months can not get here soon enough…Utah here we come. As crazy as this place is, I still some how do feel safe when it is light outside, and I think in some sick way I will miss being out here in Oregon.

Enter at your own risk

It’s amazing how fast one little house can become a breading ground of sickness. We have all been swapping the flu in our house for almost two weeks.
It all started with our little Bowen, one minute he’s smiling and playing and then the next he’s crying and the only thing that will stop that is cuddling mom, then all of a sudden I’m covered in pizza, cheerio’s and apple juice.
Poor Bowen, throw up and dry-heaved all night long, all I could do was hold him and cuddle him as his tiny body convulsed trying to some how throw up an empty stomach.
Next came my turn, two days of not being able to keep anything down, and trying to find a minute to lie down, as I chased after a 3 year old and try to take care of a sick baby. The worst thing in the world is being a sick mom!!! Your job never ends if you’re sick, never anyone there to tuck you inn and tell you to get a little nap to try to sleep it off.
One the second night of my flu attack I wake up to poor Ethan crying at 3am, of course I rush in his room to find he has just caught our little bug and that I have to put Ethan’s sheets and comforter in the wash. Poor Ethan throw up all night as well. I got pretty good at waking up just in time to get “the big bowel” under Ethan before my laundry pile got to big.
Dad’s turn next….I don’t mean to be mean, but I find it amazing, and a bit annoying that men turn into the biggest babies when they are sick, well my strong man is no different. Luckily, I was there all weekend taking care of Jeromy so he was well enough to make it to work today.
Then poor Bowen got the flu again last night, another night of throwing up and I know I’m next. Ahhhhh, when will this ever stop, I just got all the laundry caught up. O-well, what are moms for right?