Fall Break

 So this week, we are on Fall Break!  In the past, I would've loved the relaxation of the 4-day break.  However, these days...it's more work to stay home than it is to go to work! And to add to it, Steve has drill all weekend.  Boo!

Elias, however, needs a break.  More like his teacher needs a break from him.  He has been in trouble so much this school year.  He's been in the principal's office more than once.  Well, more than twice; sometimes for hitting, sometimes for throwing mulch, a lot of times for talking out when he's supposed to be quiet.  Imagine that, right?  We've punished him, rewarded him, threatened him, and called everyone I know to help him.  Hopefully, he'll mature a little soon and stop getting in trouble at school.  Here's to hoping, right?

Update on the babies...they are 15 weeks now.  They are very smiley and talkative.  They slept through the night for the first time, in their own cribs, on their 3 month birthday.  Now, we can pretty much count on Brant sleeping through the night consistently.  Brax has been getting up around 3:30, eating and then going back to bed.

We've also been taking lots of trips to the doctor.  We think Brax has silent reflux.  He has been foaming at the mouth, coughing and sneezing, seems to be uncomfortable, arches his back, wants to be held, digs his face into blankets and shoulders, is gassy and burps gross, gets the hiccups a lot, has low weight gain (he weighs almost a whole pound less than Brant) and so on.  The doctor started him on some Zantac.  He seems to be happier, but the cough has lingered.

Brant has a flat spot on his head.  We've noticed for awhile that he likes to only look to the left.  This has caused a pretty significant flat spot.  The doctor has been keeping an eye on it for a couple of months now.  We try and do neck stretches with him, but he belts out loud, painful screams still.  So we have First Steps coming out to address tightness in his muscles...not just his neck, and an appointment with plastic surgeons at St. Vincent next month.  He may end up needing a little helmet to reshape his head.  Otherwise, he is pretty perfect.

Fun facts: Brant rolls from his belly to his back.  Brax rolls from his back to his belly.  Also, Brant is grabbing toys now.  However, he doesn't know how to let go.  He gets mad and yells at it, rips his hand around...nothing works.  :)

Final note, I'm about to run short on breast milk.  I think we're gonna have to supplement here soon.  Right now, I'm just trying to figure out the best way to go about it.  Brant is fat (according to us, not the doctor) and Brax has been having so much trouble with the reflux.  Should I keep Brax on breast milk only since it's easier to digest? Or would formula help his belly and help him sleep through the night?  Will Brant gain too much weight on formula? Or should I treat them the exact same?  Ahhhhhhhh!

Inspiration

Recently, we've had what feels like a lot of people die around us.  Closest to us was Grandpa Vince.  Steve Jobs, the Apple guy, also died.  This was something he said once that resonates with me:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s ...change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

 Now as Steve and I are raising a family, I want to not only follow my heart and intuition but teach my children to do the same.  I think about my Grandpa a lot.  He taught me so many great things in his life and already, he has made me get up and do things with my kids and husband that I normally would have made an excuse not to do.  I'm committed to make as many memories with my family as I can.  Enjoying the ride!!!

King's Island

Our first family(ish) trip to King's Island!  Steve has lots of good memories of him and his family going to King's Island every year while he was growing up, and now he wants to create the same with our family.  The babies are still too little and needy to go, so Steve, Elias and I dropped them off with Mimi and Papaw and headed out!

I'm not sure who was more excited about going...Elias or Steve.  But Elias stayed in green on the Friday before, so he called Daddy and said, "King's Island, here we come!"

We had a fantastic time.  Elias was sooo good.  I didn't have to discipline him at all, he tried all the big rides, and he WALKED almost all day.  The only problem came in at the end of the day.  It is Halloween time, and the park becomes haunted at night.  We thought it was only in one part, but instead, the whole park became dark, foggy, and scary.  Elias flipped out, and would not let Daddy put him down.  He wouldn't allow me to carry him.  Only Daddy could protect him.  We ended up leaving before nine.  Normally, Daddy would have never allowed us to leave early.  He refuses to leave before park closing EVER no matter what the conditions.  He is adamant that he will get his money's worth! :)