tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52146998134886314122024-03-12T18:19:21.092-07:00{ Life With the Lairds }“What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us” - EmersonKimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10933346030972559683noreply@blogger.comBlogger337125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214699813488631412.post-22826220247009058962012-04-05T22:18:00.023-07:002012-04-05T23:11:18.197-07:00My Sweet Little Q<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKDQ9bm_f2zjSl2MYMrRAphoZOI5C7mfu12wSe_OcPmCsIS3ug4VkeD7Bwpwfeiwv5dkDS6M799TCPcggBrkZZ2boDLKE4zjP5mnmRkpUD7Ft68hThBLADbetTYQXXQuBxS-5JcOqFjk/s1600/4.4.12+Q%27s+final+baby+day+080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKDQ9bm_f2zjSl2MYMrRAphoZOI5C7mfu12wSe_OcPmCsIS3ug4VkeD7Bwpwfeiwv5dkDS6M799TCPcggBrkZZ2boDLKE4zjP5mnmRkpUD7Ft68hThBLADbetTYQXXQuBxS-5JcOqFjk/s640/4.4.12+Q%27s+final+baby+day+080.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">It has been one year with you today Miss Q.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">One amazing, fleeting year to enjoy your beginnings in our world.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">One year to enjoy those chubby little fingers getting into every cupboard</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">and your smile that finds its way upon your face before you even open your eyes for the day. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Wonder has filled your eyes</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">and you have filled my heart.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I have peace knowing our family is complete with you in it.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">From your head</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">to your toes</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">you are so loved</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">and completely adored by all of us in the Laird household. Even bunny.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So it was with joy that we watched you blow out your candle this morning as we celebrated our wonderful year with you over cinnamon rolls.</div><br />
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And imagine my delight when amidst excited laughter as bubbles swirled around us this afternoon, you took step after step toward your brother then continued to step around the patio over and over. I cried, I laughed and I snapped pictures like crazy. What a gift to watch you walk for the first time on your first birthday. Such fun! <br />
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Quincy,<br />
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What a year baby girl. You are pure delight. Even in the hardest times, when sickness had overtaken your body, you smiled. The grace with which you endure amazes me. I'm honored to be your mother and blessed to see your smile each day. The smile when you wake up, the smile when you accomplish something, the smile when you get into something, the smile after a hug, and the smile when you feel sleepy. All those smiles brighten my day and you light up my world. Happy Birthday Quincy! I love you. <br />
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-Mama<br />
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When Quincy got RSV at two months old, I had no idea how large of impact that would have on her life. Asthma took hold of her lungs after that and I've struggled to breath right along with her. She was okay for a while after she got out of the hospital, but she always sounded raspy and got out of breath easily. She worried me to no end. I would stay awake watching her struggle to breath, doing anything I could think of to help her. She had two more stays in the hospital since her first with RSV and gained her asthma diagnoses at six months old. It's a non-stop battle to keep her breathing "normal."<br />
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As illness after illness came through our household those first six months of her life, I survived. I took care of everyone and worried about everyone and tried to be strong, even when I, too, was very sick. Well, I tried so hard to be strong and keep it all together, that I broke. September broke me. I was gearing up for our first move with three kids. We move ourselves, which means it's up to me to pack most of our belongings. I was also preparing to travel across the country solo with the kids to celebrate my sister getting married and my sister-in-law having her third sweet baby, a boy named Koleson. As I packed our suitcases the day before the trip, I got a call that I will never forget. Sweet baby Koleson was gone just days before his due date. The hurt that swept through the family was and is so unimaginable. It has changed my heart to witness loss so great. I went home to Oregon with all three kids for a wedding and a funeral and I returned home unable to process it all and unable to breathe. I was depressed and overwhelmed. My chest hurt, my heart sometimes raced or skipped a beat and it scared me. I was packing the house, saying goodbye to our awesome friends and watching Quincy work harder and harder to breath. I was also waiting for results and more testing to see if I had a problem with my heart. Lack of sleep and worry eventually got the best of me.<br />
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One night as I was drifting off to sleep I had a severe panic attack. I literally thought I was having a heart attack and that it was the end. I sat straight up in bed, gasping for air. My arms and chest tingled, I was cold and my heart was pounding erratically. I passed out and started seizing as Dustin tried to get 911 on the phone. I went to the ER in an ambulance scared and alone. I was relieved to learn it was "just" a panic attack and that my heart was fine. Unfortunately, anxiety had settled into my body and it doesn't leave willingly. It's something I grapple with now any time my body is stressed by lack of sleep or overdoing it. My thyroid is acting up since having Quincy, so it's possible that is playing a part in all of this anxiety. I'm waiting for answers on that. Quincy's ongoing breathing troubles have not helped me relax. It's been a sleepless and worrisome battle. Words have failed me much of the time. Finding the energy to write them down has also been difficult when I have managed to find them. Surviving has taken all of me. <br />
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I find myself reflecting on this past year a lot as Quincy's first birthday approaches. It has been, by far, the most trying year of my life. Quincy came, full of happiness and joy. Then came illness, worry and discontent. In some ways, I feel like we were robbed of that carefree, fun baby stage. Mostly I'm thankful we have Quincy at all and feel lucky it's "only" asthma. She is my last baby and this will mark the end of the baby stage in our house, which breaks my heart in so many ways. I don't know if I'd ever be prepared to say goodbye to having a baby in the house. Despite that, I also know that I'm into mothering as deep as I can be and don't have enough left in me to share with another. It also seems as though we've somehow "made it" through this last year and can move on, which is amazing to think about. One year old, so many meanings and so many emotions. Who knew that a first birthday could be such a big milestone to a mom. It has become clear to me from my urge to stare at her nonstop so as not to miss a moment of her fleeting babyhood, that I will be that crazy mom bawling at kindergarten graduation. Okay, so I may have already known I'd be that mom, but this just seals the deal.<br />
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Not to come back on a low note, but this is my life right now and I don't want to forget this part and years from now wonder why the stories stopped for so long. Sometimes there just aren't any words. Happily, today there are.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10933346030972559683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214699813488631412.post-8178419511318964532011-08-29T20:41:00.000-07:002011-08-29T20:41:49.798-07:00Miss QWith Miss Quincy in our family, we have no shortage of smiles in our house. She is sweet, calm and happy. <br />
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She's finally okay with a little bit of tummy time! <br />
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And she's almost sitting up. For now, it's more like propping herself up with her arms until she falls forward.<br />
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Believe it or not, she's even swimming!<br />
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Okay, not really, but she IS swinging!<br />
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And managing to work her way further into our hearts on a daily basis.<br />
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But, somehow a light bulb went off for her. She realized that she has a tongue. A very cute tongue at that... I've been staring at it for the last couple of days. In fact, when I woke up this morning, she greeted me with a big smile complete with tongue sticking out. I'll let the video continue this story and I'll be back sooner than later to recount the stories I am now behind on.<br />
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I'd like to introduce you to my baby sharp tooth. She went for her first visit to the dentist a few days ago. Her very sweet dentist made fast friends with her and even got permission to take a look at her "pretty princess teeth" with her "neat barbie mirror." All went well until the mirror got close to her face and she freaked out and tried to sink her vampire tooth into it. So, on August 3rd when it's time to put a composite filling on her tooth, she will go into the "quiet room" to wear the "caterpillar blanket." Basically, she'll be in a heavily insulated room where no one will hear her scream in a straight jacket as they fix her broken tooth. I'll be right there by her side reminding her of all the ice cream she gets when it's all over. I could handle the <a href="http://lifewiththelairds.blogspot.com/2010/08/slightly-rough-around-edges.html">broken bottom tooth</a>, but Team Vanity wins this time and her straw compartment is only sticking around for another 10 days or so.<br />
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Motherhood is chaotic much of the time. Today, simultaneously, Lawson was throwing a fit wanting to play with me, Quincy woke up crying from her nap and Naomi tripped while walking and broke her front tooth on the floor. I literally had to take a deep breath and tell myself to be calm. It was a true "Keep Calm and Carry On" moment. We had literally just taken this photo (a copycat of a photo I saw recently) to represent such moments. It about sums things up.<br />
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Naomi is going to the dentist on Thursday to have her new sharp front tooth checked out and hopefully fixed. In the meantime, she looks like a true Mississippian and is still her usual wild and crazy self.<br />
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Naomi is a busy, busy girl. She has a demanding schedule of play. When she isn't watering her tricycle tires, she's got slides to go down an dolls to soothe from their crying.<br />
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Taking pictures is not high on her to-do list and in fact, she isn't really a big fan most of the time. I have lots of pictures of her sweet, glaring eyes. "Mom, stop taking pictures and PUSH me!"<br />
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Even when I get great lighting and she's dressed cute enough for the pictures to count as her "two year photos", she is NOT happy being told to hold still for a second.<br />
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She can be tricked to hold still for a second by doing a little bird watching from the window.... but it's still sans her smile that I love.<br />
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I remember feeling guilty after Naomi was born that I had so many pictures of her, but Lawson was hardly in any of them. Now Naomi is hardly in any of them and Quincy can't escape the camera. Kids turn two and can not be bothered with holding still long enough to be anything but a streak in your photo. I have lots of great blurry smiles as she bolts across the view of my lens, some great running away shots and some strange looking empty room shots where I click, hoping to catch her in action, but miss. These days, if Naomi is in the picture and it isn't blurry, it's a keeper. That's all the criteria I have. But, I am still on a mission to get a nice, happy "I'm two" picture of her soon. She's only going to be freshly two for a little while longer.... <br />
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Falling has proven sometimes fun and sometimes very frustrating. But, she's already improved her technique since yesterday, when she suddenly stayed sitting after I let go. I'm also quite sure there are teeth on the way. She seems to be in a bit of a hurry!<br />
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My little Quinni Mini has officially made it through "the fourth trimester." That first three months are basically like a gestation period outside the womb. Now, she's finally seeming like a real little person, which is really fun! At three months Quincy weighs in at 12lbs10oz (60th percentile) and is 24.5" long (88th percentile). This is a 6oz weight gain (though she dropped from the 87th to the 60th percentile) and a growth of one inch in length. She's currently perfecting holding her head all the way up... those big cheeks have made it quite the effort! She's standing up well and loves hanging out in the Johnny Jump Up. <br />
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The babbling has begun and I swear she's started saying HI. Several times now I've said "hi" then she looks right at me and says it back. She's either brilliant or it's a coincidence. I'm sure she's just a genius! No rolling over or anything like that going on. She's pretty content to sit and observe at this point. Which, is a-okay by me! She can take as long as she wants to mobilize! She is trying to run up my stomach when I hold her now, which is kind of exhausting for me, but compared to Naomi, who was trying to run, jump, leap and do backflips when I held her, this is nothing! For now she is just a happy little thing and is generally quite easy going, as long as her belly doesn't have a bubble giving her grief. No complaints here... I think we'll keep her!<br />
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And just for fun, a little side-by-side line-up of the girls. I didn't think they looked much a like, but I guess they sort of do! In fact, Dustin had no idea who was who when I showed this to him. He just looked really carefully for who had the extra cheeks! He eventually got it right, but after much going back and forth. haha<br />
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Nothing is quite as festive as a parade! My friend and neighbor, Ashley, hosted the Parade and Popsicle party and the only thing that could have made it better was a cooler to sit in! It was a sweaty, sweaty parade, but we had a great time! Everyone brought things to decorate with, then we threw them on a table and went to work making our bikes look like symbols of freedom!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The finishing touches were being made</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">and the riders were getting ready to parade the neighborhood...</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">...looking cute as could be in their red, white and blue!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The parade made it's way through the streets of "the hood"... </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">...past the houses and moving trucks (a regular site on the military base).</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">When we finally made it back for the popsicle portion of the party, the heat had gotten to us all!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We had a great time and partied until the sun was heading down and the moon was upon us! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Thanks for planning such a fun event, Ashley! This will surely become a tradition for us. Maybe without the sweat next time, if we're at all lucky! <br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimberlylaird/4338692465/" title="SIGNATURE by Kimberly Laird Photography, on Flickr"><img alt="SIGNATURE" height="99" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4338692465_39d4b89bc2_o.jpg" width="160" /></a>Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10933346030972559683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214699813488631412.post-87916099533916362502011-07-01T14:58:00.000-07:002011-07-01T14:58:25.676-07:00Circa 1954 Wreath<div style="text-align: center;">Welcome to our home!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">What's that, you ask?</div><br />
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That is the wreath I made out of an April 7, 1954 Newspaper from The Cedar Rapids Gazette. I found it sitting in the bottom of an old chest I got from my grandma (who just turned 84 - Happy Birthday Grandma!!!) and wanted to display it somehow. I saved the front page, but the next page, I ripped into pieces and did my first decoupage! So easy and fun! I think you are technically supposed to smooth everything down, but I liked the edges kind of messy... rules were made to be broken anyway!<br />
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Cedar Rapids is in Iowa and is where my dad grew up (mostly). My Grandpa is buried there and a lot of my extended family lives there. I know this isn't a wreath that everyone would love, but it's going to be nice to come home to this little piece of family history! <br />
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It's all the rage at our house to put them on the wrong feet.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The skies were looking rather dismal when the kids woke up from nap time today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtf82gvReCNtcM6We3Y6E_KzC4Th93_6Q6YvUmNhfy_wbg8IWAcXKD1pvg0Y2vR6drp1bCNaeQgn0IgxeMVWUhcXld1rtKEEt0eB8CqkoGniYqAYr5nlpPPJpm344EuG4NQkMg8fqDMY/s1600/6.28.11+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtf82gvReCNtcM6We3Y6E_KzC4Th93_6Q6YvUmNhfy_wbg8IWAcXKD1pvg0Y2vR6drp1bCNaeQgn0IgxeMVWUhcXld1rtKEEt0eB8CqkoGniYqAYr5nlpPPJpm344EuG4NQkMg8fqDMY/s640/6.28.11+022.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But before too long, the rain let up and only the thunder and lightning stuck around. </div><div style="text-align: center;">"You ever seen a crack in the thunder before!? It's scary!!!!!" - Lawson on lightning</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Now, rain boots are fun... but NO rain boots is even more fun!</div><br />
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p.s. Grandma, do you recognize that chest they're sitting on in the first picture? It's by our front door right now, but I have big plans of fixing the hinges, painting the outside and moving it inside for toy or blanket storage!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">But we had this crazy little guy running around the house who was willing to do the job, despite still being sick.</div><br />
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There was a wee bit of confusion straight out of the gate as to who's shoes he was supposed to be filling....<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">But he figured it out pretty quick and spent some time enjoying one of daddy's favorite weekend activities. Lounging on the couch with Porter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Dustin has made a point to let Lawson know his job as the big brother is to look after and protect his little sisters. So he informed them often during the weekend that they were tiny and that he would protect them. They weren't really having it.</div><br />
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So, Memorial Day weekend was quite the plethora of celebratory activities. Namely, barbecues. At one of those barbecues, Dustin saw our neighbor's watermelon plant and began to have lust in his heart. Maybe even his soul! He needed a watermelon plant. That next weekend, he was off to Lowes for a watermelon plant of his own. Indeed, he got one. He also got two varieties of tomatoes,summer squash and jalapenos. He then went back for a more tomatoes and also came home with a mandarin orange tree. Then, after a week or two, there was concern billowing within him that there just was not enough pollination taking place. After a morning spent observing and attempting to pollinate the plants himself, we were off to Lowes once more for brightly colored flowers that would attract the pollinators. Normal people would call these bees... but not Dustin. This is serious business. They are pollinators. But I digress. While at Lowes, I decided to get in on this planting business and picked up some basil and dill plants. All in all, that's a lot of plants. And a lot of goodness to enjoy once it's time to harvest!!! Got to love a man who lands his jet and comes home to tend his garden. Here are a few photos of our burgeoning bounty!<br />
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Naomi: No! I not. I Gnomie May. *stern face*<br />
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Naomi is growing up and finding her identity. She is owning her name and will not be called anything but what she is. No more Num Num for now! It lasted two solid years. I wonder how long I get to keep my little "Gnomie" before she realizes that's really not her name either.... <br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimberlylaird/4338692465/" title="SIGNATURE by Kimberly Laird Photography, on Flickr"><img alt="SIGNATURE" height="99" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4338692465_39d4b89bc2_o.jpg" width="160" /></a>Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10933346030972559683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214699813488631412.post-60024735413254325232011-06-25T16:34:00.000-07:002011-06-25T20:47:07.270-07:00What I Love About Sick Days....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfn5A3GFM5jlSqLzGKFnde83oG6mb_uzqVxFT4aWdbzfxID2vByTDzOEbxLhZxLyvo5GWShn9lgjgsSFAaqt7jofpJxkRzYxo9qV3fIKV1nSpKmW7ntxT71E9mpz0cUVuBFoo7QujcuP0/s1600/6.25.11+091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfn5A3GFM5jlSqLzGKFnde83oG6mb_uzqVxFT4aWdbzfxID2vByTDzOEbxLhZxLyvo5GWShn9lgjgsSFAaqt7jofpJxkRzYxo9qV3fIKV1nSpKmW7ntxT71E9mpz0cUVuBFoo7QujcuP0/s640/6.25.11+091.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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No one likes a Negative Nancy. So I'm being Positive Polly... or whatever Nancy's happier counterpart is called. After this brief rant. We've been sick for over a month straight around here. Lawson kicked off the latest sickness with a <strike>bang</strike> <a href="http://lifewiththelairds.blogspot.com/2011/06/make-it-double.html">gag</a> at the beginning of the week. I've been avoiding the eyes of death so far and have been dealing with an overall lack of wellness in the way of exhaustion, achiness, stuffiness and ears that feel like I just blasted into the stratosphere without being able to pop them. This, combined with Lawson being sick and needy and Naomi potty training and needing to pee multiple times in the night has left me seriously in need of some quality shut-eye. And also a little cranky, if I'm honest.<br />
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Long story short - we went, we were loud, we got an Rx for antibiotics and we sat in the Walgreens parking lot forever to get it. Four hours later we were home and the kids went straight to bed. My turn for sleep! ....just kidding. Quincy started screaming and crying. When she stopped, her eyes looked extra puffy. Hmmm. She fell asleep for a minute, then opened her eyes again. Pink. It was the beginning of a long night with little sleep (again). There is now Amoxocillin on tap in our fridge and we are continuing our antisocial activity in the house for the next few days until we are no longer contagious. It's miserable business.<br />
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BUT, the kids take great, long naps since they aren't feeling well. Which means, I get a chance to snuggle up and take a nap with my little smoosh-face! And that makes me very, very happy! It's much easier to be a Positive Polly after a little one-on-one quiet time with Quincy! And a little playtime! And a little 10-second-timer photoshoot to document that I did, indeed, exist beyond taking pictures when she was a baby.<br />
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Okay, so there wasn't much about loving sick days, but I'm *trying* really hard!! Sleepy, happy baby smiles are totally helping!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">It's happiness overload for me! I may need a nap.</div><br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimberlylaird/4338692465/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="SIGNATURE by Kimberly Laird Photography, on Flickr"><img alt="SIGNATURE" height="99" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4338692465_39d4b89bc2_o.jpg" width="160" /></a>Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10933346030972559683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214699813488631412.post-32335337802718754862011-06-21T12:21:00.000-07:002011-06-21T12:29:15.683-07:00Make it a DoubleSometimes it's super fun to make it a double. Other times, not so much. Like when it's a double ear and double eye infection. Lawson had a slight fever and cough a couple days ago, but it seemed to have cleared up yesterday morning. Then he woke up from nap with copious amounts of green sludge pouring from his eyes. Gag. Then came the puffiness and by nighttime, they were looking pink. I was thinking pink-eye. This morning, they were full on bloodshot, puffy and boogery. A trip to the doctor revealed his actual plight. A virus that attacks the eyes and ears. He looks absolutely miserable. It came on quickly, so I hope it exits that way. And I hope no one else gets it because it is apparently a highly contagious virus. Ugh.<br />
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This comes on the heels of a stomach virus that took each of us out one at a time, ending with Quincy, who's cough settled in her chest and left her gasping for air. She spent 48 hours in the hospital last week and is only just now getting well enough that she no longer needs breathing treatments every day.<br />
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I'm ready for this influx of illness to leave us the heck alone now! There are way cooler things we could be doing right now! In the meantime, I may be making mine a double cause this is no bueno.<br />
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