It's been a loooong week

So I am a terrible blogger. I have dreams of writing witty blogs that engross all (three) of my regular readers in such a way that they can't wait to come back for more. But I just can't seem to find the time. Tonight I had the kids in bed by 7:30, a record for Teagan, really. I got just about caught up on my financial stuff...well, sort of. The day-to-day stuff anyway. There's still taxes to think about, and archiving the last five years' worth of paper that's bursting out of my file cabinet, moving Teagan's savings into something earning higher than 0.9%...what am I thinking, I'm not even close to caught up.

Teagan has been sick for the last five days. Meaning I had to miss four days of work. My boss is going to fire me for sure! On top of that, my car broke down Monday morning, so I barely squeezed in four hours before having to run out to get the car (minus $700 from my bank account) and pick up the kids to haul them over to dance class (minus another $300 from my bank account). The account balance is now leaning heavily toward the negative side, especially since the following four days I was barely able to work, all of which took place from home. Do you work from home with kids? I don't know how people do it. Between meals, dishes, laundry, more meals, and the kids just generally wanting your attention (who can blame them?), it's impossible to get more than an hour or two in a stretch...and that IS a stretch! I can do one or the other: go to work, or be a stay-at-home mom, but doing both is NOT for me.

So poor Teagan has been diagnosed with pink eye (see below), a staph/strep infection surrounding the pink eye, and finally a virus (fever, headache, a bit of upset tummy, supposedly unrelated to the other ailments). We've been to the doctor twice, and Teagan threw up in the grocery store once. Like any good mom, I caught half of the puke in my hands and then stood there wondering what to do with it while reassuring her that it wasn't her fault she threw up all over the place. I ended up placing the puke in my hands on the floor with the puke that was already there, grabbing a package of paper towels (yes, I was already in the paper towel aisle...thank goodness for small miracles), ripping said package open, scooping up all the vomit, running to the customer service area to grab some plastic bags, and cleaning up all the puke myself. I tried to call out to an employee going by shortly after the incident, but she didn't hear me. I don't think I was very loud, though to hear Teagan tell it, I screamed at the lady. It was quite an adventure. Needless to say, we haven't been out of the house since. She hasn't thrown up again, either.


Anyway, Teagan's on the road to recovery, thanks to industrial antibiotics, Dora-shaped chicken noodle soup, and her current movie favorites, Spy Kids and Spy Kids 2. Aidan, miraculously, has been perfectly fine. But I probably shouldn't say that yet. Here he is in his bouncy doorway seat.

He's such a happy baby! He's been rolling around and seems like he can't wait to get moving. Teagan and I like to cheer for him when he flips from his back onto his belly, which makes him giggle. He doesn't actually make a giggle sound, but he just looks like he should be giggling. He also loves to eat, and if I try to make him wait while we're eating, he gets pissed off. Teagan has us all calling him bub or bubba, which is just the weirdest thing, but it has really stuck. I'll have to get him a little embroidered carhart jacket that says Bubba. Army-Navy, here I come!