...to tell begin my story telling of the past 5 days? Should I begin with Cory going outside at 3 am in the morning with his skibbies on in 20 degree weather, the 2 liter of pop exploding, or having to figure out how to de-shadow Carson's room? I don't think Cory and I ever expected our life to be as crazy as it is right now. Fortunatley, we are still making it and hanging in there.
For the past week, Braxtynn has been having some type of gas, colic, tummy issues. The dr has me trying some tricks but they don't seem to be really making a difference. I am giving it until Friday and going to call them back and request some type of prescription gas medicine to see if that will solve the issues.
So if dealing with her pain and crying and my lack of sleep isn't enough, Carson has decided to go through "a phase". He has become absolutley terrified of shadows. Therefore, the last 3 nights he has not wanted to go to sleep. We have been just letting him crash (anytime from 10-11 pm) in the living room and then taking him to his room. However, he has woke up screaming bloody murder each night and ending up in our room at around 1. This is lovely, considering Braxtynn wakes up around 2, which in turn ticks Carson off and he starts yelling at her or me and if she doesn't stop crying then he starts crying. It is a vicious cycle that replays around 5-6am. Obviously, Cory and I talked tonight and agreed we have to get Carson back to a normal bedtime and get him to sleep in his bed. At 9 tonight, we started telling Carson it was bed time and we both took him into his room where he has a MASSIVE meltdown talking about how the shadows were going to take his "special sippy cup with warm milk". Cory and I talked and talked to him and after taking down things on his shelves, boats from the dresser, and the curtain rod we think we have de-shadowed all the potential sippy cup shadow stealers. I just went and checked on him and he is snorring with about 20 stuffed animals in the bed with him. Let's pray he will make it through the night!
Let's see...Cory and his skibbies...At about 2:30 this morning with the whole family in our room, Braxtynn started stirring but wasn't fussing yet so I l waited until she was really awake to feed her. As I was laying there, I thought I heard a beeping sound coming from the living room which I thought was one of the house phones going dead. However, when I got up at 3 to feed Braxtynn, an electronic type voice said "battery low" after the beeping. Yes, of course, one of the smoke alarms had to go dead in the middle of the night and was beeping and talking to us every 2 minutes. After, hearing it for 15 minutes, I put Braxtynn down and proceeded to wake up Cory to make it stop. I didn't have an 9 volt batteries but told Cory I would get one today just to take the stinking thing down and make it stop. He decides that he has some 9 volt batteries in his van and goes outside in his skibbies, sandles, and tshirt in 20 degree weather. He is lucky he didn't freeze his you know what off :) He changes the battery and then the stupid thing has to do a test. You guessed it, the stupid smoke alarm went off and after it went off then the carbon monoxide alarm went off...which woke up Carson and he started screaming. After Cory got him calmed down, he was wide awake. Carson proceeded to tell me...as I was trying to get Braxtynn back down...that it was morning time and he didn't have to shut his eyes or get in the bed. Finally, at about 4:30 this morning he fell back asleep. So...Lesson learned - don't let your batteries in your smoke alarm go bad!
Today, has been a pretty eventful day...so we thought. Tonight we sat down for dinner and all I wanted was a glass of Diet coke. I opened up the 2 liter at the table and poured about a third of a glass. All of a sudden it starts sudding up and coming out of the lid of the 2 liter. Cory and I looked at eachother and I ran to get some towels. It was like someone shook up the two liter but the fizziness was on a delayed reaction. When I came back in the room, Cory had his hand over the opening of the bottle and was trying to get to the sink. Again...all I wanted was a glass of pop. I got the mess on the table cleaned up and took my glass into the kitchen to find an EMPTY bottle in the sink. Yep, the whole freakin thing exploded in the sink when Cory took his hand off. Cory and I laughed so hard and I was so mad that I didn't have my glass and of course, I had no other pop in the house. Tomorrow, I am going to go get a big fat diet coke that is unexplodable.
OK - I think that is enough drama for one posting.
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