What's wrong?

Between cutting teeth (molars already...not fair) and now this crazy, weird, gigantic, icky sore on your tongue, you are not your smiley, sweet self. A few days of mild temps and uber clinginess.

Last night I noticed the sore at bedtime. This morning....umm tripled in size. You don't want to eat. I can't blame you. You don't want to drink. Once again, I can't blame you. The only thing that makes you happy is being in my arms.

And that is where I would love to hold you all day long. If only I could.

Except....

I have your brothers too. And since we were at the doctor with Nick yesterday and came home with a shiny red bottle of amoxicillin for him, he is also kind of a cling on. And the big bro, well he's just going with the flow with a few doses of irritation to the middle brother because he finds it amusing (your momma doesn't really find it amusing though)!

And the nurse momma in me wants a definition for the icky sore. Between me and your aunt Laure, we've diagnosed you with hand, foot, and mouth disease. I had a hunch I just didn't want to believe it, but she proved me right.

I'm so sorry baby! I don't know where you got it. I'm blaming it on the super, yucky race car grocery cart that your brother insisted on riding in Tuesday. And your momma...well I didn't want to fight the battle, so i wiped it with the sani wipes as best as I could and hoped there weren't any "bugs" on it.

My hope failed me. And here we are! We're going to get that grin back though. That sweetness that melts my heart!

xoxo my sweet boy!

Love

Thank you s. jordan photography

*i wish i had thought about putting gabe in something a little less casual and a little more picture worthy but i hadn't planned on getting his photo. bonus that i got this photo and it's totally perfect because this is so us!! and i have a photo, a great photo, with my boys!!!!!! my heart is swollen with pride and giddiness!!

Somebody!

The boys and I were sitting at the table eating dinner last night when Nick started to discuss something that was stinky....referring to it as "stinky butt". (Disclaimer: I've tried with all my might to evade the word butt with my little boys, instead going for bottom or buns. Nonetheless, it keeps sneaking into their vocab more and more frequently. Quite honestly, I don't know that it's a battle I'm willing to keep fighting!) I was getting ready to correct him and divert the conversation elsewhere when Gabe thought he should take it upon himself to "correct" Nick.

I asked Gabe to worry about himself, and I would worry about Nick. I usually follow this up with the statement "be the brother not the mother", but for some reason I chose "be the brother not the dad" this time.

Which he quickly followed up with "well somebody's gotta be the dad around here"!!!!!

I think Daddy has been out-of-town waaaay too much lately....hunting, Texas, the Slope!! Thank goodness for Thursday evening when Daddy comes home for awhile (we hope:)!!

*an escapade from a few weeks ago!


This should have been my warning....



that they were up to no good!

And poor Sam was trying to tell them they were busted!!