Some of you expressed an interest in me updating on how the challenge is going. In a word, turd. 

Ok, so, days 1-7 were ok. A bit, ya know, challenging at times but not too hard or unpleasant. In fact, yesterday I felt really positive about it and even felt like it was making a difference. Then this evening arrived and DH was a bit of a butt and instead of just keeping my mouth shut, or calmly talking about it, I went full crap-muffin on him. 

Fail! I felt really bad (mostly about getting mad at him in front of Levi) but I also realized that it’s not natural or healthy for me to keep my feelings bottled up all the time. My mistake. From now on I’ll try to make sure that I allow myself the time to feel the feels and (hopefully, calmly) talk about it before I move on. 

It’s not that DH is hard to live with, or that he said anything particularly awful. He’s not, and he didn’t. It’s just that I didn’t allow myself to process my feelings all week because I was so focused on keeping my (negative) thoughts to myself. So tonight when he said the least little thing, I blew up.

 I kind of knew that was coming. 

I was discouraged enough that I almost contemplated throwing in the towel on this challenge. But my sil is in this with me. I’m not going to let her down. But more importantly, I want this for my kids! I want to model a healthy marriage for them. I want them to see me being patient and kind and compationate. Loving. And I want this for me. 

One thing Becky reiterates in the book is the permission to give ourselves grace and move forward. So I am. I got mad, I said some unnecessary things, I calmed down and I’m moving forward. 

I’ll admit, this is not particularly easy to talk about on the worldwide web.

DH did figure out that I was doing some kind of challenge and he did throw it in my face when I was mad “Do what your book says!” I did NOT appreciate that but I also realized that I would probably be tempted to say the same thing if the tables were turned. Yesterday’s chapter was about forgiving. Yeah… perfect timing, huh? For both of us. 😉 

So, as the title says, Levi is officially done nursing. I’m not sure whether I should be happy or cry. Both, maybe? 
On the 4th and 5th of February, he nursed several times, even falling asleep nursing on both days. Then he got that stomach virus and didn’t nurse again until, I think the 11th. The funny thing is, he’s went a week without nursing before and started right back up. But this time he really couldn’t nurse. Like, he couldn’t remember how. It was kind of funny but also sad a little. Then today he asked for boob. I told him no, he’s done with boob now. Tru even backed me up, adding enthusiastically “You’re a BOY now!” But Levi insisted so I let him try. He totally couldn’t even latch on. I started laughing and told him “See? You don’t know how to nurse anymore. You’re done with the boob.” and he just smiled. 

Just like that, my baby is a big boy now. The interesting thing is, I didn’t know if he would wean before he turned 2. I’ve been curious to see because many months ago I asked God to please let Levi nurse till he turned 2 if he was going to be my last baby. He’s not 2 until next month… 

Ok, maybe not really. But it kind of feels that way right now. My sil asked me to read this book every day and she and her bff are also reading it. The book is “Love Unending” by Becky Thompson of the blog Scissortail Silk. I can’t link you to it at the moment and to be entirely forthcoming, I don’t follow her blog. But my sil does and she is in love with Becky’s writings. 
So I bought the book online and yesterday we started reading it. It’s basically a 21-day challenge for your marriage to get back to were you were when you first fell in love. “Rediscovering your marriage in the midst of motherhood.” 
Now, personally, I believe that having kids was vital to our marriage. But I know that it also does create a bit of a space between parents. Infertility drove a huge wedge between us, so having kids was a colossal relief for us. I understand that many couples don’t have that initial hurdle so having kids is not the healing balm that it was for us.
That said, yeah, romance is often times the last thing on my mind. And motherhood has a way of leaving me “touched out” at the end of the day and just kind of done in general. I’m snappy with the kids and DH. I’m not in the mood to think about what DH wants and needs. I’m selfish. There, I said it. It’s true. And the point of this challenge is to stop trying to “change” DH into the perfect husband, and instead, refocus my outlook so that I can be the positive change that I want to see in him.
Today’s challenge was to speak kindly. It was not an utter fail, but I could have done better. What I realized today was that I have set the tone in my family that nobody listens when I’m being calm and nice. I have to start getting snappy to get DH’s attention when I need help and I found that the boys respond similarly. I think I needed this wake up call because I don’t want to be that way! I want to speak calmly and respond peacefully and set that tone for my family. 
I haven’t told DH that I’m doing this. I feel like my sil and her bff are enough accountability and I don’t want DH to see me fail on a challenge and possibly point it out to me. I think that would make it alot harder. Also, I thought it would be interesting to see if he notices my efforts and thought that if he does, that might be a good indication of what I need to keep working harder on. 
So yeah. It feels like a bit of an undertaking at the moment because today was hard. And I see that I have a long way to go before I become the person that I expect DH to be. Becky made a great point; the change has to start with someone. Why not start with me? 

I like the fact that I can journal along in the book while I go through it. I think it will help me absorb the material better. And gives me space to add my own thoughts and feelings.


I’m not big on these commercial holidays. Partly because I think we should be loving our spouse every day (same with Mother’s/ Father’s Day) and partly because I know this day is just another annoying reminder to those who don’t have a love in their life at the moment. But, it is a good excuse to have a nice dinner and eat sweets, so that’s what we did today. 

  1. I curled my hair today. Like, actually fixed it. I know! Big moment! 
  2.  I headed to the store with the boys and bought the fixings for a nice homemade dinner. Seafood linguine with sun dried tomato sauce – sautéed potatoes, green beans and mushrooms – garlic bread – and salad. And a few little treats. 🙂
  3. Came home and put the boys down for a nap and made cupcakes. 
  4. DH came home from work to supper ready and on the table. I know, i know. That kind of shock was probably a bit much for him! 😉 


After supper I gave each of my 3 loves a box of chocolates and gave DH a giant cheesy card. The boys got a card from my parents. We ate our cupcakes and spent the rest of the evening like usual. The boys thought the chocolates and cupcakes were so exciting. 🙂 



I liked these little boxes of chocolates. So cute!


Hair is fixed! It’s monumental!


Tru and Levi thought these hearts on the table were great 🙂


Definitely want to make this again!


Giant cheesy card. But those bunnies are adorable!


First of all, thank you everyone for your comments of encouragement on my last post and for all the prayers!! I appreciate it so much. 🙂 I don’t want to speak too soon and regret it, but today was actually a really good day. Nobody threw up. Nobody had diarrhea. Need I say more? We all really needed to get out of the house so we took the boys to get ice cream. A horrible idea so soon after being sick? Perhaps. But no harm done and we enjoyed ourselves. 

DH stayed home from work sick yesterday. He never threw up, although he felt like it. He took some Zofran though so that probably helped. Levi threw up once in the morning because he drank too much water too fast. Tru laid on the floor in front of the tv the entire day and watched cartoons for 9 hours! Poor kid. The boys finally calmed down on the diarrhea thing, which was great. 🙂 In the evening I got a touch of the virus but, thank the Lord, it was over quickly. So quickly that I’m still a little concerned that I didn’t actually have the virus and was just feeling bad for other reasons…. namely, AF. Yep, she showed up finally 11 days late. I had to cancel my appointment with the RE because of the boys being sick but I am scheduled to see him next week. I don’t really know what that appointment will involve aside from asking him what we can try to do to get my cycles back to normal. 

I kept my appointment yesterday with the NP to talk about my heartrate issues while exercising. She’s having me do a few tests and bloodwork to check it out. I’m not really concerned. Except for, I worry a little that if something is wrong, she will tell me I shouldn’t try to get pregnant again. But for now, I’m not going to worry about that. Just do my little tests and pray for the best. 🙂 

I am sanitizing the house and getting things back to normal. I’ve enjoyed using my essential oils diffuser this week. It makes the air smell so much cleaner and puts me in a better mood. The kids went to bed a bit ago and I shampooed the living room carpets. There has been so much yuckiness on the carpet this week that it really needed a thorough washing. It was due for it anyway. I love when my carpet is freshly washed. It’s so soft and fluffy. 🙂 I think a hot oil hair treatment, face mask and nail painting session are in order before I go to bed. I got a couple bottles of gel nail polish on clearance today. I’ve never tried the gel kind so… here goes! 🙂 

Shew! I feel like I’m always writing about one or the other of us being sick. We have another one of those nightmare stomach viruses. The worst part? After 5 days, it’s not even over yet. 

It started Sunday morning with Levi waking up with the dia. Ick! That continued all day. At 1am Monday, I heard him crying in his bedroom. Then he stopped but for some reason I decided to check on him anyway. He had thrown up. So I took him to my bed and he threw up again and again. DH and I were up with him all night cleaning him up and comforting him. He threw up until around 3pm that afternoon. Then he finally could drink sips and not throw up. So obviously he was getting better, right? WRONG!! 

That night I checked on Tru in the night and he had a fever. UGH! Levi had been running a fever off and on. It would be 104.8 and then it would be gone. The weird thing was, Tru woke up in the morning with no fever and not feeling bad. This was Tues morning. Then Levi threw up again. URG! Throughout the rest of the day, Levi was fine aside from horrible dia. Drinking sips and eating little bites of bread and crackers etc. But it couldn’t be over yet… No. 

Because at 1am wed, he woke up and fussed for a few seconds before throwing up all over me, the bed, the night stand, the floor… So while DH cleaned up the bed and dressed Levi, I got dressed to take him to the children’s ER. I could tell he was getting dehydrated from all the dia and since he couldn’t reliably hold any fluids down, I decided I wasn’t waiting any longer. He threw up 2 more times before we left and 2 or 3 more times on the way to the ER and again at the ER. It was devastating to hear him in the backseat crying “Mommy. Mommy. Pwease.” and all I could do was reach back and hold his hand. 😦 

Around 3am, DH texted me that Tru was up throwng up over and over. Great. Just great. The ER was packed but after 4 hours or so, we were ready to make the 1.5 hour trip back home. They gave Levi some Zofran and pedialyte and he perked up quite a bit. I picked up his Zofran script at the pharmacy (where I fell asleep in the parking lot waiting because I had only slept 1 hour that night). I couldn’t stay awake driving so I called my mom to talk. 

When I got home, I laid down for about an hour and a half. Tru continued throwing up probably at least 20 times, all told. Thankfully the pedi was able to squeeze him in for an afternoon appointment. Another hour drive each way while Tru threw up on the way and again in the waiting room. Another presciption for Zofran and another hour drive home. 

The good news is, the Zofran stopped the vomiting for both boys. They still have near constant dia. (I think we’ve went through at least 2 bags of diapers in the last few days) The bad news is, Tru is allergic to Zofran. After his second dose, he started getting this confused and scared look on his face, then his arms would go up and he would jerk around and if he was sitting, he would fall backwards. I tried to hold him but his back was arching. And he was hallucinating. I looked up the side effects and tremors and arching back are listed in the “call dr immediately” for Zofran. After a midnight call to the on-call dr, she said he can’t take Zofran anymore. Thankfully, today he has been sipping water and pedialyte. I also made some ginger root tea and am mixing that with the boys drinks to settle their stomachs. 

This is one horrible virus and the vom doesn’t seem to stop and stay gone on it’s own. It’s crazy…. Pray for us. DH is already down 2 of his 7 sick days at work for the year. I am trying to sanitize the house. There has been throw up in every room in the house. The laundry room is crazy and I have washed so many loads over the last few days. I am trying to stay on top of everything because if (PLEASE NO!!!!) I go out with this virus, the house needs to be as managable as possible. 

It’s late and I should be sleeping but my mind is racing… maybe it’s just because I drank coffee too late… enjoying that kuerig a bit too much lately! 😉 Anyway, I haven’t done a “life update” in nearly a month so, here goes.

  • I made it to the gym 8 times in January, which is ok considering I didn’t get to go the whole first week. I also worked out a whole ONE time at home. (Don’t laugh) I do feel good right now, strength wise. I have been doing 3ish +/- miles on the elliptical, 6ish miles on the recumbent bike and 1 mile walk/run on the track per session. My goal is always 500 calories but lately I think I’ve been exceeding my goal by a bit which makes me happy. I also do lunges, squats and wall squats. I usually take about 1.5 hours so I’m going relatively slow. So far all my exercise is leg-focused but that’s only because I don’t burn as many calories doing upper body. I need to suck it up though and start back on my arms again or I may look off balance someday. 😉 Haha. 
  • I haven’t mentioned this before that I recall because I have been hoping it would go away, but I can’t keep my heart rate down during exercise. As soon as I step on a machine, it’s already in the 120s to 130s. I don’t know what my resting HR is but I will literally check my HR 2 minutes after I start WO and it’s already that high. By 5 minutes its anywhere from 155-180. And I can’t make it stay down. As I mentioned, I go very slow. I talked to my Dr about it in July last year and she said to give it a few months to see if it improves, but it’s not or if it has, its been very mildly. So, I guess I’ll have to talk to her again. At first I felt sick and would black out and have to lay down. Now, I feel fine generally. Maybe this is my norm? I just know that I can’t go to the cardio classes because when I have, I felt horrible, blacked out and had to stop. 
  • Enough about exersize! I just realized that I never concluded Truett’s fever testing. Basically, we are still watching and waiting to see if the fevers continue. I’m frustrated. His tests (ESR, CRP, hemolysis) came back worse this time but the Dr couldn’t rule out his cold throwing the results off. I’m not so sure because that fever was 6 days long. Seems unlikely to have been the cold, especially considering all of us had it and didn’t have fevers (aside from Levi running around 100° 1 night). But then again, everyone responds to illness differently. So, in 6 months if he doesn’t get any more weird fevers, he doesn’t have to go back to rheumatology. If he gets any, we are supposed to journal them and discuss them at a follow up. I’m mommy so obviously I’m still concerned. But I’m also trying to trust that its nothing and Tru just is more prone to high, long fevers. 
  • I’ve been watching my cousin’s 14ish month old baby this month and aside from waking up at dark:30, the boys and I have enjoyed having him here. It is so fun to watch them play with N. I notice that Tru watches out for N and gives him toys. Levi bosses N and steals his toys. 😉 This is good though because I’m getting the chance to teach Levi to share. I make Tru and Levi share all the time of course but their dynamic is a little different.
  • DH is finally supposed to start in the office at work full-time next week. It’s been months since he was promoted but they only just got someone to replace him on the truck. DH has been training this week and loves it so far!! 

Ttc update for my records and the 2 people who want to read it. 😉 Feel free to skip.

Meh, I don’t think the Femara worked this month. I don’t really think I ovulated… I never got a positive OPK and I never felt ovulation. I’m late for AF now but dragging my feet to call the RE. I know I should… he told me to if I went over 30 days on a Femara cycle, so I’d better I guess. I think I have a cyst though because I feel this feeling in my left side that is unusual and harkens to cyst-growing activity. :/ All HPTs (and there have been many) are 100% bfn. Not even the benefit of an evap. 😉 So, yeah. That’s about it. 



I’m going to recap 21 months since Levi just turned 22 months a few days ago. I do have to confess though, I spent the last month thinking he was 22 months already. Eep! 

At Levi’s last well check up (December 1st), he weighed 26lbs 15oz (72nd percentile), 34″ tall (73rd percentile) and 47cm ( 28th percentile) head cirumference. Since then, I’d say he has grown at least another inch taller. His pants are all becoming too short on him and he has moved almost entirely into 2T clothes and some 3T shirts. 

Vocally, Levi is quite an overachiever! There is almost nothing he can’t say now. He talks quite a bit but definitely isn’t as talkative as Truett is. About a month ago I heard him say his first 3 word sentence “My wear it.” Now he tells me all the time “I wuv you too.” He almost always says “too” after “I love you” even when he is the first one to say it. He must tell me 20+ times a day that he loves me. Which melts my heart and makes my day every time!! Yesterday as we were driving I was cracking up listening to Tru and Levi fight over a sippy cup. Levi kept saying “Ask Mom!” to Truett and I was just thinking “Where did this big boy come from all of a sudden!?” 

Speaking of what a big boy Levi is, I still can’t get him to give up the boob. He will go days or even a week without nursing but he asks for it every so often. Usually I tell him no, but sometimes he cries and sometimes he’s just sad and needs comforting. Lots of the time when I am holding him and he’s all snuggly, he wants to nurse. I almost always tell him no in that case. I think he looks and acts too old to nurse, in my opinion but then I think “Well, it’s natural and he’s not even 2 yet so…” I’m not sure when we will finally be completely done. 

Levi has become a very bossy little guy toward anyone younger than him and toward River. River can hardly breathe without Levi yelling “stop it!” and “NO!” at him. I am working on this with Levi to be nice and not yell at the dog. Also, when I babysit my cousin’s 14ish month old boy on Fridays, Levi bosses him around too. It’s actually pretty cute, but I know it’s behavior that we need to work on so he can be assertive without being rude. 

Levi is a bit obsessed with my hair. He holds it in his little hands and lays his face on it. He rubs my hair and says “Wuv you too.” He even moves his hands around in my hair and says “Cut!” over and over. Sadly for me, his curly hair is almost all gone now. He’s has 3 haircuts and the curls kept staying but after the 3rd hair cut, his hair is much less curly but still has nice body and wave in it. I definitely prefer Levi’s hair longer and Truett’s shorter. Levi has much more fine hair whereas Tru’s is really thick. Interesting how siblings can have features that are so different. Aside from the boys having the same color eyes and hair, they don’t really look much alike to me at all…. 

….But that doesn’t stop Levi from imitating every.single.thing. that Tru does. Whenever we walk to the car from the gym, they have this little pattern they like to do. First, they want to touch the trash can. And even though it only started because Tru (and then Levi, of course) threw away some trash once, Levi thinks he has to touch the can every time. Then a couple times Tru stuck his foot in this crack inbetween the side walk and the building. So now Levi has to do that too. And they HAVE to walk in the gravel beside the building. If Tru asks for a banana, Levi asks for one too. If one of them gets their sippy cup, they both have to have a sippy cup AT THE SAME TIME. And they ask for their cups every time we get in the car. Every time. Every single time. …. If Tru gets his blankie, Levi runs to his room crying for his blankie too. DH remarked last night “You guys aren’t twins! You don’t always have to do the same things!” Oh yes. Yes they do. It’s quite hilarious to me and I have grown used to making sure everything is fair and equal and they always have the same things at the same time… Now that I type that up, I wonder if that is healthy or if I should work on teaching them that they can’t ALWAYS do the the same exact things….? Hmmmm. 

Levi is usually pretty calm but a few times recently he’s let his temper show. A few weeks ago we were going into the grocery store and in the parking lot he started screaming about something, I’m not really sure what. He started throwing himself on the ground and I had to half-drag him into the store as I had my hands full. Once inside, he continued his temper tantrum throwing himself on the floor and screaming like the world was ending. I picked him up but I couldn’t hang onto him because he was doing that classic arms-in-the-air, worm manuvuer that kids do. So I’m carrying him to the bathroom as fast as I can so I can try to figure out what his issue is, with his coat sliding up over his head, his body flailing and him screaming at the top of his lungs. The shoppers were parting like the Red Sea to make a path for us, horrified looks on their faces and I, in all my Mom-of-the-year wonderfulness, just burst out laughing and couldn’t stop. We were a horrible sight. No one, including me, knew why this kid was screaming, and by all accounts, it looked like he was being mishandled even though I was doing my best. As soon as we got to the bathroom, I walked right in to the open stall, totally not noticing that there was a lady waiting in line for it. When we came out and I saw her, I appoologized and she just smiled and said it was ok. After that, Levi was cool as a cucumber. He calmed down like it was no big deal. Toddlers… gotta love ’em. 😉 

I’m thankful for how snuggly Levi is. From time to time he will sit in my lap and just snuggle. He asks to “Hold you!” (But it sounds like “Holchu”) constantly. Especially if he thinks he will get crried around. He begs DH to carry him around every evening. It’s their bonding time, I guess. 

Also, he still asks to use the toilet quite a bit and I try to take him whenever he asks. It’s not real consistant yet but he does recognize when he needs to go, especially number 2, and tells me so I can take him. I’m really happy about that! 

Dear God, thank You for this beautiful little boy. Thank You for the things he’s learning and for the relationship that he is already starting to have with You. Please watch over and protect Levi and keep him healthy. In Jesus’ name, amen. 

Our tree survived with not one broken ornament. If fact, the boys left the tree alone almost completely. I was shocked!! I told Levi to touch the ornament in this pic.


Mommy’s chubbers little boy


These boys are serious about their water


I told Tru to pack 2 cups… but I mean… you wouldn’t want to get thirsty or anything.


Levi stole a cadbury egg while I was in the checkout line. I turned around and it he was eating chocolate.


But he rocks a manitail!


I grew up very sheltered.

That’s actually an understatement.

I was homeschooled and there were times that, aside from going to church on Sunday, I didn’t leave the house for weeks or even a month at a time. I feel, as an adult, that it affected my ability to form friendships with people because I usually go through this incredibly awkward phase when meeting new people. I don’t know what to say and I get so nervous that I stutter and it’s embarrassing. Once I am around them awhile, and especially if they are good at making conversation, I feel much better. And actually, I think I am beginning to improve in this area. But it has definitely taken concentrated effort from me. Part of that is my personality, I’m sure. But I definitely think some of it comes from not having a whole lot of experience in social settings.

Side note: I don’t regret the fact that I was homeschooled. That wasn’t an issue. In fact, I actually liked that aspect of my life a lot because I didn’t have to get up super early every day and we often got extra time off from our homework because we were able to finish early. I graduated a year early too, so that was nice. One thing that I would maybe change for myself and would definitely do differently for my children if I homeschool them, would be to use different curriculum. I had to get my GED because the curriculum we used did not give us a diploma, even though we had good grades. It just wasn’t part of the program. I passed my GED easily but I always felt a bit embarrassed that I didn’t have an actual diploma. I know I shoudn’t feel that way and I don’t feel that way about other people who work hard to get their GED…. Anyway…..

My parents, espescially my mom, worked hard to shelter us from bad influences. I respect them for that. At the same time, I feel like I can speak from my past experience that issolating (versus protecting) your children from virtually everyone may keep them from learning things you don’t want them to learn, but only for a time. Kids form their own ideas and opinions about things and what they asssume to be true may very well end up being worse than the actual truth. That is why I will always try to be open and honest with my kids about the hard to talk about things, like drugs and sex and so on. I’m not sure what the appropriate age is to talk about these things with your kids but I know I certainly had some ideas about what sex was by the time I was 10 years old. When my kids ask me about it, I hope I will be able to explain these things to them in an age appropriate but honest way.

Even though I appreciate how hard my mom (and dad in his own, less extreme way) worked to keep us safe and innocent, I really don’t ever want my kids to live that shut off and recluse of a life. I was lonely sometimes. It helped a LOT that I had siblings. However, there is 5.5 years betweeen me and my older sister and almost 5 years between me and my next younger sister so I didn’t really have anyone my age to talk to, though I was/am very close to my sisters. I did have friends but I just didn’t see them often enough. When we finally did have plans to get together with friends, I was always grounded because I was a rather angry and mouthy teen (cussing my parents out would be the tip of the iceberg, unfortunately). It is/was obvious to me why I was so angry… because I was mad that I could never do anything or go many places. I just don’t think my mom was able to understand that because she grew up so differently that maybe she didn’t realize how it would feel to be that closed off. My younger siblings have SO MUCH more freedom than I ever did!

I think a big part of why my mom kept me at home so much was fear… Fear because she had bad past experiences. Fear because of things that happened to her sisters. I get that. And being vigilant is a good thing and I hope to always be aware and vigilant so I don’t put my children in compromising situations. But letting fear take over and letting it dictate your life is never a good thing. I don’t blame my mom at all and I’m not mad at her. I know she was just trying to keep her kids safe so they wouldn’t face any bad situations. She loves us and wanted to protect us. That I understand. But you can take a good thing way too far. Which I also understand. As a parent now myself, I am able to give her grace for her mistakes as a parent because this job is hard and I get that now. I struggle with my own fears for my children, which are different than hers but just as present, I would imagine.

I’m not really sure what I’m even trying to say here. I guess I’ve just been thinking about it a lot lately and trying to use my childhood experiences to say “This is what was good and this is what I didn’t like. What can I do to find the right balance for my children?”

  • I need so much to go to the gym tomorrow. I haven’t gone since 3 days before Christmas. Partly because we had colds, partly because we had company and haven’t had much time at all. I planned to go today but ended up having to drop a (4th this season! DH is on some kind of a roll!) deer off at the processor almost an hour in the opposite direction. So tomorrow, Lord willing, I’ll get to go. It’s better now that both Tru and Levi like the childcare and Levi doesn’t cry when I leave. He used to so much that sometimes I’d have to just go back home. 
  • I finished my 5th day of Femara yesterday. Last month the only side effect I noticed was (tmi?) dryness. Well, and ovary pain. But that just gave me hope it was working. 
  • After my post about Tru’s fever, that night it went up to 104.9f again. The next morning (01/02) I called the rheumatologist’s office but they were closed for the holiday. The on-call dr sent us to urgent care for blood work and to rule out pneumonia, uti, and ear infection since Tru had a cold. The blood work showed elevated CRP and ESR. Like last time he had a high fever (without being sick) but higher levels this time. I don’t know if that might have just been because of the cold? … I have tried twice to get in touch with his Dr through email and voicemail but still have not gotten to talk to the Dr about the results or if he needs a follow up. I guess I’ll have to try calling again tomorrow…
  • I am soooo overdue to post a Levi update! I hope to get one posted soon. He has grown so much lately in maturity and size. I love his squishy self so much!! He is constantly talking and talks so well for his age. Can’t believe he’s almost 22 months! 
  • Tru keeps hugging me and saying “I love you so much, Mommy!” And then, being the jokester that he is, he will say “I don’t love you so much.” and giggle to try to get me to tickle him. 😉
  • I finally started mudding in my living room so I can get it painted! I have the colors picked out. Light gray with a dark gray/hunter green accent wall. I hope I’m happy with the way it looks finished. 🙂   

And because this picture keeps cracking me up…. 


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Going the Single Mom Route at 40


Misadventures in recurrent pregnany loss & reproductive immunology

MOMtessori Life

Living the Montessori life as a mom with two young children

The (Not-So) Newlywed Lefebvres

On Fire For Christ & Sharing Our Journey With The World

Archived thoughts

A little bit of everything

Raising Faith

A motherhood journey

Never Trust a Jellyfish

Life, Laughs, Toddlers and Tea

Geek Mamas

Leveling Up the Next Generation

Just A Little Infertile

The limbo stage between "trying is the fun part" and IVF

Barren to Beautiful

Finding the beauty of God through the barren soul

ever-changing evermore

It's not a journey, it's life...

when you cant give up

My journey seeking for what I really want. Still not ready to give up.

Domesticated Academic

the doctor is in!

the unexpected trip

trip: a journey / a fall / a mistake / a going from one place to another / an intense, stimulating, or exciting experience / a certain way of life or situation / to stumble / to skip / to be released / to make a trip / to trap or catch in an error or inconsistency / to release, thereby setting something in motion / to raise (an anchor) from the bottom of the ocean / to trip the light fantastic / to dance

the (un)complicated kitchen

~ good food made easy ~

the anonymom blog

making babies, the futuristic way

A New and Different Sun

Formerly All My Pretty Ones


everything a mama could want

mommy this mommy that

If it wouldn't of been then it shouldn't of been even though it happened.

All the Sun For You

A mom, two boys, a husband, and a whole lot of adventure!

Baby Dreams & Love

The thoughts and ramblings of someone going through infertility, IVF and pregnancy loss.

Confessions of the Reproductively Challenged

Our journey through faith to fertility

cancer killing recipe

Just another site


A stay at home mothers guide to self discovery

Lessons Of Mercy

The failures & successes of walking out what I believe, by sharing the mercy that has made it possible.


the musings of a new mommy

Rainbows & Unicorns

Parenting after Pregnancy Loss & Infertility

In Vertigo Fertizo

My journey through infertility, IVF, and pregnancy.

Whichever way makes me a mom, I'll take it

Infertility, Foster Care, adoption and all that comes along with it.

Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude

Healthy lifestyler and certified nutjob


Musing my way through infertility, assisted reproduction and now motherhood!

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