(one of) The Loves of My Life

How can you blame me for loving him so much???

Down at the Wine Stand

Nice and bundled up. It was a cold day but since it was sunny and they were pouring wine, mom and dad drug me down here!

Baby Blues

Evans and Daddy hanging out in Bruges, Belgium. We went to visit Steph, Jon and Baby Sophie since she decided to come while on freaking vacation there!!Steph also got to enjoy her first beer since getting pregnant! Such an awesome taste!

Chilling in Brussels

Watching a little Baby Einstein before heading out for happy hour!

Belgian Beer

Oh, he wants it so bad! I think I'll start back slowly and just at least try and post some pictures!!

We're Alive.....Barely

You know how people always tell you that when you have a baby you are basically trading in your sleep? I thought all those people were full of bologna (which really SHOULD be spelled bologny) when I first had Evans. I mean, I was tired, but I wasn't THAT tired and then the kid slept through the night at 7 weeks old. What more could I ask for? Having a baby was, dare I say, easy? Evans the perfect angel.

Then I got the flu. The kind where I was pretty sure I had one foot in the grave already. I swear, I haven't been that sick since I moved into the dorm my freshman year of college. I don't even care to tell you how long ago that was. I truly thought death was coming to take me, and I was okay with that. Cause death meant I didn't have to have that stinking flu anymore! Then I got better. And Evans got sick. That perfect angel baby? Out the window.

If I could have volunteered to have the flu for 3 more weeks and kept my child from getting sick, I would have. Because there is NOTHING worse than having a sick baby. Oh wait, there is........having a sick baby that is cutting two bottom teeth at the same time. There. Nothing is worse than that. Since last wednesday, 6 days ago, we have been to the doctor 4 times. At least our pediatrician is hot. Poor Evans has had bronchial pneumonia and at first, wasn't able to even keep down his medicine. Or his food. Or his bottle. Wait, I should also mention, Deaner was out of town. So here I am coming off 5 days of the worst flu of my life, and I'm dealing with pitiful Evans. Every time I would lay him down in his crib he would start coughing so hard that whatever was in his stomach would come up. His doctor played around with the idea of having him admitted to the hospital so he could receive his medicine via shots. Thankfully the throwing up stopped.

Now here we are 6 days later and still doing 3 breathing treatments a day. We saw the pediatrician this morning and he added yet another medication to the breathing nebulizer because E was still wheezing. On the whole, we are on the mend. Evans is still up multiple times a night and it is starting to wear on me, but at least he is getting better. I'm hoping that in another week we are WELL. I'm also hoping that E doesn't kick over his new bottle of cough medicine because it makes for a long night without it. Even if you can manage to wring some out of the bathroom bathmat!

Oh yeah, during all this I also hosted Steph's baby shower! It was a lot of fun and I definitely want to share some picture with y'all. Just not right this second. I have a fabulous looking stew on the stove and I'm waiting on Deaner to get home from the gym. This is the first week since we returned to Germany in January that he has been home all week. I love it when he is here but have to say that sleeping horizontally in the bed is MUCH more comfy! :) Tomorrow I will play catch up and post some pictures! Sorry mom, you will just have to deal with this post not having any!

Another One Bites the Dust

Today, I took my sick child to the doctor with no hat on. So as not to appear to be a total ass, since I was wearing a jacket AND a scarf, Evans got to wear Mama's cashmere scarf on his head! I have to say that I laughed out loud when I saw what he looked like but he didn't seem to mind. Poor thing woke up this morning with a fever (surprisingly, and after day #5, I did not) and I decided to be on the safe side and take him to the pediatrician. I was really taking him because I thought that he might have an ear infection but as it turns out, he has bronchial pneumonia! Geez. I wasn't expecting that one. But the doctor (who is fabulous) told me that babies his age don't get the flu and that he probably did get sick from me, but this is how it manifested in him. The doctor took an ultrasound of his lungs and while they were inflamed they weren't bad enough to warrant a trip to the hospital for a chest x-ray. Thank god. Evans is on antibiotics and we go back on Friday for another ultrasound to decide if he has to take the meds for 7 days or 10.

I took a picture of this the other day because I thought y'all would get a kick out of it. This is how Deaner made us sleep the past two nights.With my nice decorative throw pillow wedged in-between our pillows. He thought this would prevent him from getting my funk and he called it the "germ blocker". I'll let y'all know in a few days how that worked out for him. :)

And finally, on the way home from the doctor today we had to stop at the base to get gas. While I was pumping my gas, THIS is what pulled up next to me.Seriously? Do you think this guy knows he drives a VW Beetle with a WHALE TALE on the back?? Better yet, does he really need a spoiler of that MAGNITUDE for his 4 cylinder bug? I laughed out loud when I saw it. And so did the guy at the cash register at the gas station. Then I went out to my car, got my iphone and snapped these pictures while the owner watched me from inside. I wonder if he knows his ride is famous now!

I'm off to read for probably the ten more minutes Evans might sleep. The poor kid is exhausted but the coughing keeps waking him up. I think it is equally painful for both of us, considering I'm nowhere near 100% yet!