Welcome to my life..my family..my world..unedited.

(grainy iphone shot, but still, isn’t he so adorable??)

A few days ago, Preston started sniffling and sneezing; the coughs went from dry to wet and painful sounding. The wretched winter cold had caught up to him. Admittedly, we’ve been very lucky (knock on wood) thus far.
Today he woke in the wee hours (while Mike was getting ready to go to work) with a temperature of 102. Mike dispensed some medicine and headed to work; I dozed back off until Preston awoke a little while later crying.  He was just miserable so I brought him down to our bed to relax.  He watched tv – I fell asleep. (Although I miss the baby days, I am so very thankful for my boys being independent on mornings like this!) He was doing ok for most of the morning; quiet but relatively happy. I held off on any medicine to give his body a chance to fight it naturally, but as the day went on, he got worse. By late afternoon, he was cuddled on the couch with me, watching tv and looking so sad.  Every once in a while he would just quietly say “mama”.  He didn’t need anything, just to be sure I was there. That one little word …

The boys both started school today.
To say that I was surprised that Preston not only wanted to go today, as well as tomorrow (all day!) would be an understatement. Apparently, he felt left out and wants to be big now or something. (If I could only get him to stop pooing in his pants!)
I took them in, hung out with Preston for a little while, made sure Matt was settled and then headed to my car to call Mike to say
“My babies are in SCHOOL!!!”
And so it begins.

I went to work for a couple hours. Came home, wandered around the house and talked to the dog. Went back to school to pick them up (only a half day). It felt strange.
Tomorrow? Both in school ALL DAY. Thursday, Miss Molly here with Preston and Matt in school. I think I’d better find something to do tomorrow…being at work three days in one week? Unheard of!!

As I write this, Preston is walking around with my DSLR taking (what I am sure are) blurry, silly pictures. Today is his birthday. Four years ago, we walked into the hospital at our appointed time and waited for Dr. M to finish his lunch so our baby could be born.
The numbers of changes of the years that this little boy has gone through are amazing. The number of ways he is different than his big brother boggles the mind.
Preston, at 4, is still fighting using the bathroom consistently. He knows his letters and a lot of numbers (as in more than 1-10), but still isn’t sure how to spell his name and doesn’t like to write or color. He is obsessed with cars – matchbox/hot wheels, remote control cars, real cars. He can name car brands and models from a mile away. More than anything, when he is tired or upset, he needs his bear and juice and to lay on the couch with a blanket. He is my cuddle bug – still willing to sit with me and give hugs and kisses and dole out the ‘I love yous’ without a moment of …

My boys…oh how I love them.