And the winner is . . .

Bronchiolitis and one ear infection (or however you spell it) His pulse/oxygen levels are borderline and the Dr. said we could take him to the ER for a RSV test (it's the only place that does them) or we could try a nebulizer and other meds and watch him

We went with plan B. Could be in the ER in the future. Hope not. Fingers crossed. Dr. said to keep an eye on him and he should be better in 3-4 days.

So way to go Dr. Moms. I shall come to you in the future.

p.s. Crazymama--I knew you'd have boatloads of info. Glad you weighed in.

Calling Dr. Moms

Beck has been sick for weeks. I took him in about two weeks ago and the Dr. said he sounded find just flemmy from nasal drainage. Well it comes and goes. But now he has a little wheeze. I'm taking him in today--mostly because we only have insurance until tomorrow. So question is---does this sound familiar to anyone? What is RSV like? What should I be looking for or ask his Dr.?

He also has bumpy eczema on his face and stomach. He's had it for longer than he's had the sickness but I"m wondering if all of this could be an allergy? Or Asthma or something?

He coughs until he gags and/or spits up. Mucusy stringy spit up. (yum). But it's not an all day cough, just on and off.

Give me what you got.

Doll Stroller

How cute are these little babies in this dual doll stroller. It's Beck and his cousin Avery.

A little Trip

Thought I'd make a cheerier post. We went to a cabin in Prescott for MLK weekend with out good friends the Dentons. Here are some pics. Boy are we a pastey bunch.

Awesome Not Awesome

Not Awesome:

When you get a phone call on your cell while in Target and it's someone telling you that your home has been broken into, but nothing was taken and they caught the guy. Then trying to get home from Tempe Marketplace but the 101 is closed and Dobson and Price are both backed up because the 101 is closed. Then finally getting home and noticing no difference---no police car--no note from the policeman. But then having your neighbors tell you how a guy broke into the townhouses behind your house, then the cops came and he ran from them jumping into your neighbor's yard, but saw people so then jumped into your yard and then enters your house through the window above the sink that your forgot you opened earlier that morning because of the bacon you cooked. Then finding out that the police closed down all the surrounding roads, and had police cars galore, guns drawn all at your house. Oh and there was a police helicopter. Then having your neighbors tell you the story about how the guy was in your house hiding from police and how they caught him. Oh, and then never ACTUALLY hearing from any of the police. Even after you call and say--"Hey you apprehended a criminal in my home today--could I get some more info on that?" Freaky Deaky.

Awesome:

Not being home while the aforementioned happened. Could you imagine?


Also Awesome:

Having a neighbor who were so concerned about your family that he jumped into your backyard after the criminal to make sure you were ok. I heart my neighborhood.

AAAHHH Crap

That's all I needed, another blog to add to my list. Check out Little Window Shoppe. That is where I found these tidbits. I wandered to there from one of my favorite blogs--How About Orange. Time wasters, all of them. I love it.

What my leader said about me

Now that I am in Young Women's and over the Mia Maids as an advisor (non-mormon terms--I'm a leader to the 14 and 15 year old girls) I realize what my leaders must have said about me. Here is what I imagine to be their meetings:



Leader #1: Ok, let's go through all of the girls and discuss how they are doing . . . ok Jill . . . I'm a little concerned about her, she's still going out with that boyfriend and it's been a year or so now

Leader #2: Yikes

Leader #1: She seems to be ok, she's in the presidency and she comes to all the activities. She talks alot to her best friend during class, but other than that she's pretty good.

Leader #2: I saw her at school the other day when I was picking up my daughter. She had a pretty small skirt on.

Leader #1: Well she is small

Leader #2: No this was like doll size small. It was stretchy cotton and I think it would probably barely fit around my bicep. I bet if I folded it up into a square, it would fit into my back pocket.

Leader #1: You know, I heard that at the Lake at Spring Break she had a tube top bikini. Do you think we should say something?

Leader #2: Would it matter? She'd probably do it anyway.

Leader #1: True True.

Leader #2: She makes me a little nervous, but she also seems like such a good kid. I hope she's making good decisions. All we can do is love her and try to get through to her during our lessons.

Leader #1: I have a lesson on Modesty on Sunday, should I mention that Tube Tops aren't modest (chuckle chuckle), or foldable cotton skirts (chuckle chuckle, nudge)

Leader #2: Maybe you should wear a tube top to teach the lesson, that might scare her out of ever wearing it again, or ask her to borrow the skirt and put it on as a headband--point made.

Leader #1: Now that's a good idea.

Leader #2: Ok, on to the next girl, how is Lisa?

Dear Target

I love you and hate you

This time it's love








P.S. My boyfriend is back and he has a new DVD Drive--free thanks to AppleCare

I'll be Away

I'll be away for a bit. My poor iMac is sick. The DVD Burner has something scratchy in it's throat. It's going in for a check up at the new iStore at Dana Park. I'll let you know how their service is.

I'm also hoping I can hook up some more RAM

Until then . . .

Dear Diary . . .

OK Peeps. I'm I like to keep journals. That is, I like to look back on the journals I have kept and laugh or get embarassed. But I suck at it. The reason I don't journal now is because writing is too slow for me. I type much faster than I write, and it doesn't make me sleepy like journaling does. So, does anyone know of a good online journaling program? ONe that you can type your stuff and they bind it?


LINK ME PLEASE

xoxoxo

And so it continues

My obsession with fabric, but not actually making anything. I just found this fun number HERE and I want to make pillows out of it for my front room.

I need therapy. Or at least to make a decision and actually SEW something.

Our Family Photo Shoot

This is what my family looks like when a ridiculously talented photographer shoots us. We won an auction for Nie with Sloan Photographers. Seriously--love them all.

Check the rest out HERE

Today I am

just a wife and a mother. Not anything else. And it feels good.

More handsome than before

Want to see more of this Handsome Devil? Go HERE.

The Word

My friend picks a word each year. I usually make a list of goals. But I had been noticing something that has been such a strong part of my personality. Talking. I talk too much. I cut people off, or finish their sentences, or just ramble and often tell things I shouldn't tell people. My mother isn't a talker, she's a listener. So we would be in the car and she would just sit there and be quiet, and that would bother me, so I'd talk and talk and talk. She probably knew so much about what I was up to, just because she chose to be silent. I need to be that for my children.

So here is my self portrait depicting my word for the year:


LISTEN