So, update

Things have been crazy around here lately. Both my kids have been pretty sick, my electric breaker is broken in some way so that my deep freeze hasn't worked for a couple of weeks, at least. I didn't know it was broken. I found out when I discovered half a side of beef rotting in there. Imagine the worst thing you have ever smelled and multiply it by twelve. I can't begin to describe how disgusted I am.
Kerry has decided we could make a lot of easy money by selling newborn calves. He had me put an ad in the Thrifty Nickel, and asked me to take the calls. My phone rings off the hook! I was shocked at how many people want baby calves! We sold 60 calves in 3 days. Can you believe that? I do wish I didn't know so much about calves now.
Jacob is a new Sunbeam. I tried to get him all psyched up for it, excited and ready for the change. I failed. He hates it. Bad. He cries and cries and tells me, "I don't like this place! I can't do it Mom!" Last week they let him say the opening prayer (so he could talk into the coveted microphone) and then, since he turns 4 on Friday, they sang happy birthday and gave him a sticker. He was a little better after that, although I'm told he was not at all interested in Sharing Time, and had to be given crayons and paper to be happy. I don't know what to do about that.
Kory is really mobile now. He really wants to play with Jake, but Jake is officially irritated by his baby brother. He tells him, "Go away Kory! It's not your turn!" Then Kory cries and Jake feels bad and caves. That baby knows what he's doing.

If it's not one thing...

It has been way to long since I blogged. I swear, if it's not my computer that's broken, its my internet, then its my monitor then its my internet again. The blogging gods are not on my side.

Kory is doing really well. He has had an "episode" for months now, and is progressing and developing normally. This is very encouraging. He still show sings and symptoms of CP, but not so much that if you were'nt looking for them you would notice.
Jake is growing all the time. He is starting to write his name and recognize letters of the alphabet.

I'll have to blog a real blog tomorrow, so look forward to that!

Here we go...

So tomorrow we go to the neurologist for Kory. My stomach is in knots and I can't stop eating. My kid's trauma is going to make me fat. If I didn't know before that I was an emotional eater, I'd have to accept it now. I hate waiting. I dread what we will find out. More than that, I'm afraid of what we won't find out. I fear that they will ask a lot of questions and send me home with very little comfort. Is it me, or does years and years of medical school make doctors somehow less human? Haven't you ever felt like the doctor was a little too objective? Haven't you ever wanted to smack him out of his nonchalance and yell, "This Matters to me, you detached robot!" I do. I'll probably restrain myself. If not, that will make a far more entertaining blog. Do they let you blog in jail?

The test, etc

Kory's EEG was just as awful as I thought it would be, but at least we lived. The results came back normal, which would be reassuring except he has had two more episodes since the test. So, next week we're going to see a pediatric neurologist. I'm still not freaking out in general, although I have had my moments (thanks to the many friends who listened with sympathy, and to Greg and Gwen, who let us interrupt their evening to give my baby a blessing.). I wish I had more to report, but this is the best I can do.
On a happier note, Jake had quite the adventure this morning. I have a jetted tub, and Jake has learned, at his own cost, that playing with the button that turns on the jets is a poor idea. However, he must have slipped or something this morning, as the jets ruined his day. He pushed the button and a whole host of hysterical things happened. The water wasn't high enough to cover the jets, so all the water being shoved through them just flew through the air with rocket force, hitting his skinny little body and making a terrible noise. Add to that the knowledge that he was going to be in big trouble for pushing the button and you can understand his panic. HE LOST HIS MIND! He was screaming, "Mom! Help! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" It was SO funny. I felt kind of bad for laughing when he told me it wasn't funny, "I'm really sad!" but the thing is, it was funny. Darn funny. And I deserved to laugh, because I had to clean it up.
Kory is a mover and a groover. He can get just about everywhere. If his tiny arms won't let him drag himself to his destination, he's got the rest of the family good and trained so we assist him in a timely manner. He is desperate to eat like all the big people, but will sadly have to wait. He is currently not sure what is up with the dog. If you've been to my house, you know my dog isn't so much a canine as an equine. This animal is frickin' huge. Kory doesn't seem to be able to figure out if he's people, if he's something else, and why can't he catch him?
More later when the doctor tells us that the baby is fine!

Update

I've been getting a lot of calls about how my baby is doing. The test and the fun leading up to it were indeed the torture I had predicted. But we came out of it ok, and are just waiting for the results. I'll let you know how that goes. He did have another seizure on Sunday, but it was really short. I'm not losing it yet, but I may soon.

compare

Compare my two boys at about the same age...

Cute Baby

I was up all night with my kids, and strangely enough, I'm not tired. Make no mistake, I will be later, but right now I'm motivated and charged by that blessed friend of all mothers, second wind. Gwen mentioned I need to show how big my baby is getting, so here he is!

He can almost sit up by himself!

Note the two tiny bottom teeth!

Those were a joy to cut, let me tell you!

Sleepy Sleepy Guys!

Two boys with a hard working Grandpa!