Thanks for Sharing

Corbin has RSV.

Luckily, the girls both feel great and have absolutely no cold symptoms of any kind. So, for that, I am grateful.

I'm also grateful that we own a nebulizer and a humidifier, and for Albuterol, Pulmicort, and the oral steroid that will hopefully have my little guy back to his normal bouncy bouncy gummi bear self in no time.

I'm grateful for facebook, because I probably would have waited for it to get worse before taking him in to be tested for RSV if I hadn't known he'd been exposed to it 5 days before his symptoms showed up with a bang.

I'm grateful for the power of prayer and Priesthood blessings.

I'm grateful it isn't worse, cuz it totally could be.

I'm grateful for good friends who check in and make sure we're taken care of before I ever have to ask...because they know I don't like to.

I'm sorta grateful that Corbin was all lethargic and snuggly because he let me hold him for hours and hours, yesterday.

I'm grateful for the excuse to buy Corbin some of those ridiculous little over priced juice cups with Buzz, Rex, and Woody on the straw (he seriously died with excitement) and keep the tv on all day long. I don't think we've ever had seen so much of the Toy Story gang, MacQueen, Mater and Spirit at one time in this house, and I don't feel the least bit guilty about it.
Corbin is one happily spoiled little chap.

I'm also grateful I stuffed a box of Twinkes in the freezer, this morning.

I could do without the horrible, nasty, illness, but sick days in the Willy House definitely aren't the worst thing in the world. Symptoms started Friday, so hopefully, they'll be gone in "3-8 days" and maybe we'll be well enough to rejoin the land of the living this weekend.

Don't give us the stink eye if you see us in public. If we're out, we are not contagious anymore.
You are welcome.

Excited About

A temple is about to open in Kansas City, Missouri!

Confession

Ok, let's be real.
The REAL January Crack is Pinterest.

I finally caved and signed up, and that's the real reason I'm not around to blog.
I'm also busy de-junking, de-cluttering, de-everything-ing my home and getting it ready to hopefully get on the market next month, because:

we. need. to. move.

I won't even pretend that I plan on blogging again this week, cuz I don't.
Have you seen my house? I've got my work cut out for me.

See y'all in February.

January Crack

-Chick-Fil-A lemonade: the regular, not the diet stuff. It is tart and wonderful and I could drink a gallon of it every day and still be left wanting more. Oh Janae, curse you for introducing me to this extreme goodness!!! I already had a hard time keeping myself away from Chick-Fil-A but the lure of the lemonade is better than my self control.

-Young The Giant: Great band. Where've they been all my life?! They're coming to Tulsa in March (and tickets are only $14, y'all) but it's on a school night, and a mid-week getaway doesn't really work with the whole "responsible parent" thing we're going for right now. Mom and Dad, come visit us a few weeks early! The kids (can't come) would love to have a sleepover with you guys! Seriously, though, the entire album is great. Check it out.

-Downton Abbey: just discovered it and watched the entire first season in one sitting. So basically, I didn't go to bed that night. Love the show. I'm hooked.

-Mario Kart: Aaron and I like to race after the kids go to bed. He always wins. I know I sound arrogant, but I really can't undestand how it is possible for me to be so terrible at this game on the Wii. If you knew me in 7th or 8th grade, you totally get what I am talking about. (Annie and Emily: HOW many hours did we spend on that super nintendo?) Mad skillz like that stay with you for life, don't they? I mean, there is clearly something wrong with my controller to make me lose. Every time.

The Face of Success

I just couldn't stand to look at that cat photo any more (ick) and decided another post was necessary, tonight.

This photo is much more pleasant: one of my preschool students, right after he conquered a major food aversion.

That is the happy face of a child who just overcame a huge obstacle.

That is a child who knows he can do hard things.

That face is why I totally love my job.

The Latest

Cats.
Why do they think I like them?
Why?
Behold the latest kitty to find it's way in to the Willy yard and set up camp.
This one is domestic. I tried to chase her away (with a plastic kiddy golf club, cuz I don't touch cats) and she came up to me and rolled over to have her belly rubbed.
Gross. Not that I blame her, who doesn't love a good belly rub?
But why me?
Why my yard?

Quincy thinks she's a late Christmas gift from Santa and named her, "Pink Roses".
Obviously, she needs to go asap.

Free to a good home.

Or a bad home.

Or anywhere that isn't my home.

I Wonder

what sparks some of the odd conversations I have with Quincy. Today's happened in the car. It was pretty typical and out of the blue.

Quincy: Mom, do you like steak?
Me: Yes. I like steak.
Q: If you put steak on a pizza, that would be gross. I bet Grandpa would eat it. He really likes steak. Turn the radio up. I like this song...

???