"Don't think Dad, just move!"

My kid has some moves!

Sometime I'll have to get a video of Kory dancing. I have two words that are sure to get you wriggling in anticipation: JAZZ HANDS!

The test

Kory had his third EEG Monday morning. Since it's a sleep-deprived test (which means we kept him up intil midnight and woke him up at 4am) and there was no way we could keep him awake from AF to IF on 4 hours of sleep, we elected to stay at the Holiday Inn in IF Sunday night (which you already know if you read my sleep-deprived blog) We chose this hotel because it had a 24-hour heated pool. Totally boss! Kory really enjoyed some one-on-one fun with Dad. Jake always gets to go with Dad, but never Kory.

I've had some questions about what an EEG is and how it works. For the test, they attach wires attached to electrodes and a computer to measure electrical activity in the brain. This was un-fun. I had to hold Kory down while he screamed so they could attach everything. He kept yelling, "Mommy, I'm DONE!" It broke my heart. He was finally so worn out that he fell asleep before they were done attaching everything. After the test subject goes to sleep, they flash a strobe light at them. Basically, they use two things known to bring on seizure, and try to create one they can look at on the test.

Raena was SO GOOD! It was no fun as it was, but it would have been unbearable if she hadn't slept and played through the whole ordeal!

Here's the boys, all worn out from their brush with modern medicine.

The doctor said everything looked completely fine, and we should just watch him. This is what I expected. I'm not discouraged (yet), but I'm considering asking his primary physician to ask for an MRI. Maybe there's something there that wouldn't show up on an EEG. Whatever happens now, we're still holding up pretty well. Kory still loves me even though I tortured him, and I suspect he won't even remember it soon.

Pigs!

Big Fun! Saturday Joe took us out to Burley to see his uncle, who has recently gotten into breeding pigs (4-H will do funny things to a man). My kids don't have any first cousins, but that's ok because Joe has LOTS of cousins my kids' age. Raena made friends with Brekkyn, who is having her first birthday soon. Jake and Kory got to play with the pigs with a little help from Caleb. Thanks to Wards for a great day!

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Mr. Sandman, keep walkin'...

In my heroic efforts to keep my little boy sleep deprived

(cause torturing your kids in the name of medicine is heroic),

I am blogging from the business center at the Holiday Inn Express

(free full breakfast! Old eggs! What appears to be some form of bacon!)

with a tiny boy sipping orange juice from a coffee cup

(orange juice seems to be Sunny D with pulp)

sitting on my lap. My eyes are burning. He's making a tape collage. My head hurts. He's talking about lions. We stayed up until (almost) midnight watching

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire,

cause if I'm going to make myself miserable making my baby miserable, I'm going to do it with

a little Potter

in the background. Anyway. We'll let you know how the EEG goes, and here's to not falling asleep and crashing the car on the ride home!

Must have Coke...

TA-DA!

My princess learned a trick!

My, but its soggy around here.

So if you started to potty train a little person who had seemed ready, but they hadn't made it to the potty even one time since Tuesday morning, would you give up until later?

Man I hate a quitter, but you know what I hate more? Cleaning upholstery.

Your advice is appreciated.

(I promise to take it under consideration)

Joy

I've mentioned before how happy Raena seems to be to see me every morning, so I wanted to share with you and preserve forever how much she likes me right now.

Who wouldn't laugh with joy to see a face like that all for you?

Big Boy here I come!

I know its blurry, but check it out!

Kory is potty-training!

Yesterday went well until he got a little sick, then in the interest of everything I own I put him in a diaper for the rest of the night. As soon as he woke up this morning, he asked to go potty! I'm so excited! Jake didn't seem interested in potty-training until he was almost 3.