Keep on Keeping on.

Yep.  Still waiting. Asher’s still got a snotty nose (although it’s not as bad as it has been).  Randall’s pink eye is gone but he’s whining about a headache today.  He’s had a bad cough and sinus issues for a while.  I feel fine and Isaac is back to normal.  Someday soon, we’ll all be healthy!  Just in time for flu season.

Here’s some news about my little smarty pants:

Today I put a bib on Asher that donned a monkey face.  So I showed Asher and told him, "A monkey says, ooh ooh ah ah" and did a little monkey dance for him.  I put on the bib  and we ate lunch for about 30 minutes when Isaac and I started making monkey noises again.  Asher heard us then looked down at his bib.  I am so amazed at how much and how fast babies learn. 

Still Waiting…

I know I haven’t posted since Asher was sick (and who wants to read about that over and over until I make a new post?).  But I’m still waiting for everyone in my family to be well!

Asher got sick and had "mess" coming out of him from one end or another for almost two weeks.  We all waited on pins and needles for the next person to puke, but it didn’t happen for the Littletons.  Our housemate, Steve, however, got a little taste of the sickness (no pun intended).  But somewhere since that last post, Randall and Isaac got the flu and had fever and achiness for a few days.  Then we all got a low key cold that results in a head full of snot.  Nothing to complain about except that I’m sick and tired of being sick! 

Now Isaac is being an angry drunk.  I’m just ready to be well again!

But we really do have so much to be thankful for!  My two boys are growing big and strong and they are just the light of my life!

Asher has been climbing like a little monkey all over the place.  He’s starting to attempt the stairs (I’m so not ready for another accident prone kid yet)!  This morning I woke up and he was pulling him self up in the crib.  It’s time to lower his mattress!

He’s just a happy baby altogether!  And he’s a momma’s boy!  He’ll find me across the room and follow me around the house.  I love it!  It makes me feel special. 

We are truly blessed!


We had another adventure this weekend that I am ashamed to blog about.  But I’m going to tell you about it anyway because you can learn from our mistake.

Saturday night, we were house sitting at the Allen’s.  We put Isaac to bed on a mattress on the floor in the master bedroom.  Sometime after we put him to bed, he got up and went into the bathroom.  We think he stood on our suitcase to reach Randall’s Restless Leg Syndrome (yes it’s a real syndrome) pills.  He unscrewed the medicine bottle and ate around 10 one milligram pills of Clonazepem.  Randall takes one (or half) of these pills a night and they act like Valium and knock him out.

Maybe 30-45 minutes later, Randall went in there to take his medicine (Isaac was sleeping soundly in bed) and noticed that the bottle was open.  The next thirty minutes were the scariest minutes of my life. Ashley Allen was there to bravely talk to the 911 operator as we tried to arouse Isaac.  Isaac woke up pretty quickly and we tried to keep him awake and entertained until the ambulance got there. 

They checked all his vitals and gave us a ride to St. John’s.  The doctor there said that this amount of medicine has been tolerated by pede’s before.  They gave him some liquid charcoal (mixed with chocolate milk) to absorb any leftover medicine and told us we needed to watch his vitals for four hours but that he would be fine.

Not much changed in the next four hours, Isaac was pretty loopy and couldn’t support himself.  He was really funny at first, saying, "Whoa!" a lot as his head spinned.  But then he just turned into an angry drunk.  Yesterday, he still couldn’t walk for most of the day and he even got really violent with us.  After a nap and a trip to the farm, he seemed to be acting a little better. 

Today he’s running and jumping and in a much better mood, but he’s still not totally here.  His face has a glazed over look and he is occasionally spinning with the room…

The doctor says that he’ll be back to normal in about 48 hours.  The hours can’t pass quick enough!

Here’s what you need to learn from our experience. 

1. Your kid is smarter than you think he is.  Even if he can’t unscrew lids yet, he’s going to learn someday.  Don’t let him learn on your medicine bottles.

2. Poison proof your house. No matter how much your kid is or isn’t interested in chemicals and small bottles, put them out of his reach.

3. If you think your kid has been poisoned, call Poison Control first (1-800-222-1222).  Every second may count and Poison Control may be able to tell you how to reduce the risk of poisoning at home before the EMT gets to your house.  When we got to the hospital, they still had to call Poison Control, to find out what to do.

4.  You can even keep a bottle of ipecac (to induce vomiting) or liquid charcoal (to absorb toxins) in your home just in case you suspect a poisoning.

It’s always better to be safe than sorry.  You know that.  Let this be a reminder. I would not wish this "adventure" on my worst enemy.

Thanks for all the calls and prayers, friends!

4 More Minutes

That’s Isaac’s new thing: Four More Minutes.  You have to warn a two year old about any change in plans ahead of time.  He needs transitional time, so I’ll tell him 30 minutes before bedtime to start thinking about bed.  He says, "4 more minutes, Mom."  I say, "okay." 

I tell him he has to sit on the naughty chair for throwing his food.  He says, "for four more minutes." I set the timer for four minutes… I don’t know what the deal is.

Some people say that numbers have Biblical meanings.  I think four has something to do with creation and creativity.

In pagan numerology, I think I read something about a genius

But in Randall’s words, "It sounds like witchcraft to me…"