Copycat

There is a style of blogging that is popular right now called Stream of Consciousness. It basically is not incredibly organized, and the author just types as she/he is thinking. For some reason, this appeals to me. I know, kind of shocking considering how I really like things to be organized (obviously we are not talking about my housekeeping, as my skills in that area are pretty much nonexistent and my organization skills have pretty much deserted me as far as that goes), but I like how this allows for the author to post about any number of things without making a formal post on each subject. So, I'm going to try it. I'll probably be slightly more organized than most people's Stream of Consciousness posts, (you know, because of the CDO) but it will still be a Smorgasbord of... um... stuff.

Here we go...

My external hard-drive is broken. I have ALL of my photos on it. I want to cry. It's horrible and I am so sad, but I found a new external hard-drive with tons of memory and hopefully (and prayerfully) the people at this computer place that was recommended to me will be able to get the files off of the broken one and onto the new one! If not, I probably will cry. I am just so freaking thankful that I have backed up [nearly] everything on Smugmug! Smugmug doesn't save the exact original file (it changes the color format so that the colors are not as vibrant... that part sucks), but it does save the original file size, so if they can't save the files from this pieceofcrap hard-drive, then at least I have a better-than-nothing backup!

And speaking of Smugmug... my mom says that when she opens my blog, then each photo I've psoted also opens up individually in Smugmug in new windows. Does that happen to anyone else? Does anyone know how to get her computer to stop doing that? She showed it to me, and it's really annoying. But if she's forced to look at photos a million times, at least they're photos of my adorable children ;)

My father-in-law passed away very recently. I am not going to say much about this, as I like to respect my husband's privacy and not post in depth about his family. I will, though, ask you to please pray for my husband, as he's really been put through the ringer these last 15 months.

Sam is 4 months old now! He's so amazing and I love him so much. I adore how he adores his big brother and it is so much fun to see his face light up when he see Jack Jack, or watch him search about the room when he suddenly hears Jack Jack's voice. Sam's momma's-boy ness is pretty strong (sometimes I worry that it's progressing into if-you-aren't-my-momma-then-get-the-eff-away-from-me ness), but unless he's really tired or hungry this doesn't apply as far as Jack is concerned. He's also looking a lot less worried when Jack decides he wants his cuddles from Sam... rather than fear that Jack's love may squish him, he is starting to grab Jack's face and give him some good squishing-love right back. And yes, this melts me. Seriously.

Sam is a peanut! I love it, and even though I wouldn't have changed one single thing about Jack's rate of growth (save for wishing for super-stretchy clothes that would have fit him longer), I am thrilled to have a normal sized baby this time around! It is a little weird for me to get used to, but I'm absolutely loving it... and I'm stoked that Sam is actually getting to wear all these clothes that Jack and Luke outgrew so fast! At Sam's 4 month appointment he was 14 lbs and 24.5 inches long. At Jack's 4 month appointment he was 18.5 lbs and 27.5 inches long. That's a difference of 4.5 lbs and 3 inches, which is a lot at this age!!!

We are totally enjoying summer. We've been doing a lot of really fun things, and Dave has even been able to join us for some of them! Sometimes it's hard to get Jack to want to leave his trains (he adores playing trains in his room... he has a lot of trains), but once we are out of the house he has a blast! I do try to make sure that our plans include time for him to play with his trains each day, as I know how much it relaxed him to run them on his track. His imagination has completely astounded me lately and he is always coming up with some really fun games and stories.

My parents celebrated their 35 wedding anniversary last month and are currently on the second of their two celebratory vacations. I am so used to talking to my mom every day and I miss her! They'll be gone for another week and a half, and hopefully Jack and I can last that long. Every time something happens or we see something cool Jack says "We better be sure to tell grandma/grandpa about it!"

Sam graduated from his physical therapy this week! Sam has mild Acquired Torticollis, and we've been doing physical therapy (basically massaging and stretching his right sternocleidomastoid) for 3 months. It is already so much better, and his therapist says that we can do the therapy every other day now, rather than 3 times each day. I am supposed to keep an eye on him, as it is possible for it to get a little worse as he grows, but unless we notice something weird, she won't need to see us anymore!

However, Sam's pooping issues are getting worse. He's always had slow bowels, but in the last month he's been unable to move anything on his own (only with the help of a suppository- I wait a week or so to see if he'll go on his own, but he doesn't). His sad grunts and groans of discomfort are heart-wrenching. His pediatrician wants us to try one more thing before she sends us to a GI specialist. We're really hoping that this last thing works, so for the last two days I've been giving him 2 teaspoons of prune juice each day with a medicine dropper. Please pray that this works!
It's amazing how two kids with the same parents, being fed from the same boobies, can have such different bowels- Jack was a pooping machine! Even now he poops like a man. I'm sure you wanted to know that. You're welcome.

My next post is supposed to be about our trip to the City Yard... they had an open house. I've had the photos ready to go for 2 weeks, but no time to post them. And when I do get time, I find myself editing more photos instead. They'll be up soon... probably.

It's July, and the sun is on strike. I don't handle heat well and so I'm not asking for our regular July temps, but seriously, is a little sunshine so much to ask? Just enough so that I can pull out Jack's pool?

I'm bored of this now. And I can't think of anything else to say. And my room looks like my scrap/craft closet threw up in there since I stopped in the middle of organizing it in order to feed my kids and put them to bed and write this post, so I better go take care of that.

I'm not sure how to end a post like this.

The End.

There, that should do it.