the one with the rest of the kidney stones

We like to play peek-a-boo up in here. Parker usually either digs his fingers into his eyes to cover them and spontaneously yells "Ahhh!!!!" or he hides behind the curtains, yank them out from covering him and yells "Ahhhh!!!!" and start giggling like a maniac. It's a good time.

 3 am one morning, I'm awoken by Steve's moaning. More kidney stones were the culprit....Ugh. The rest of the night was spent trying to medicate him with leftover pain and nausea meds, puking 30 times, sleeping maybe an hour while sitting upright in our chair couch thing (myself a little more), falling asleep on the side of the bed in a kneeling position (the only position to offer any pain relief), and finally at 9 am, an urgent order to get him to the ER. Our good friend, Sarah, took Parker for the day and we repeated last October's visit with a better doctor and nurse. Except this time, he's studying for his first set of boards (coming up next week!) so he was kinda a wreck about that. When he was dopey and hallucinating on dilaudid again, he was forcing me to do flashcards with him on his phone. He sat there, sitting up like this, head slowly drifting laterally and on the downward slope, and the right answer actually came out of his mouth about 75% of the time! Bravo to the little druggie! They wanted to give him a dose of IV antibiotic (rocephin), so as the nurse came in to hang it, he starts spewing out all sorts of information about it (Rocephin! Broad spectrum! Gram-negative action, cephalosporin, cell wall sythesis inhibitor! Blah blah blah!). It was like that all day long. He gets really mushy too.

Steve: Baby...(sigh) I love you so much.

Me: Aw, I love you too.

S: No, but really. You do SO much for me.

M: Yes I do.

S: And you're so good at what you do.

M: Why, yes, I am!

S: Don't you know how much I love you?!

M: Yes, baby, I do. I love you too.

S: And you're so hot

M: Oooooh, thank you. Now I will get your drugs for you.

This conversation happened multiple times, until the drugs wore off. Then he took more and it happened again.

So. Funny.

I was dying.

So he passed the stones within the next 48 hours, and took a couple days for him to start eating a regular diet again and a couple more for the pain to go away. We hate kidney stones.

 Parker loves our green smoothies, and I'm obsessed with the faces he makes when he sucks on straws. He sticks his little neck out, raises his eyebrows, opens his mouth wide and looks for the straw with it, sucks away, then gasps for air when he's done. Cutest thing ever.

 Some girlfriends and I bought a groupon deal to this indoor play place for the littles...there's several differently-themed rooms for the kids to play in with a ballpit, jungle gym, basketball hoop, pretend store, etc. The kids play and the mommas talk.

 Ever since I sleep-trained him, little man has always been a good sleeper (I'm sure it's also luck for all you haters out there ;). I can count on one hand how many times I've been woken up during the middle of the night over the last year. So the other night I thought it was odd that he woke up crying, but I just held him for a minute, sang a little, put him back down and went back to sleep. About an hour later, same thing, but I realized he was covered in puke. Poor guy! He slept a couple hours, woke up late in the morning, still obviously feeling poopy, and vomited some mucus up once or twice, so weird! As the day went on, he was fine. Next day he was also fine, but at that Giggle Place, he came and sat on my lap and cuddled for about 20 minutes while I was chatting with my girlfriends, which never happens. It was heaven. That night was fine, but in the morning when I got him out of bed, he was covered in puke again. All morning felt poopy again with another episode of mucus-vomiting, so more cuddling and cartoon-watching (Steve was holding him at one point, and he thought Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, and Goofy were hilarious. He's never been one to sit down and watch any show, much less watch one and giggle like crazy at it!)

 Our friends are back!!! Jason had his double-lung transplant, rocked the socks off the doctors out there and our buddies made their happy little way back to their second home. They got into town Thursday night and Jas started school the next Monday. We celebrated by hitting up Ger's favorite taco place, many many hours of chatting into the wee hours of the morning, swimming (except me, I was inside with food poisoning in the worst way imaginable. I wanted to die. I had gone to work and had to leave early and puked out my door while driving home once and while parked another time. That's talent), learning the ways of juicing (I'm converted!), In-N-Out, and more chatting into the wee hours of the morning. It seriously feels like home again having them back.

And I must say, Parker warmed up (remembered?) to them like nobody's business.

 He also chose that weekend to get super constipated, so this was him while he was trying to get console himself after getting his business done.

 His little buddies make everything better. He knows 'don hee' (donkey), 'lie' (lion), 'jaff' (giraffe), and 'eh hunt' (elephant). And they all make the same 'Rah!' sound.

 Sometimes he gets a little crazy and doesn't know what he wants. He tries to do eight different things at once and gets super frustrated at all of them. He had just gotten out of the shower (with me, thought I'd try something new. Big mistake) and was apparently on a mission to get some book in the laundry basket and move it out of the bathroom and out of the room. It took a while for him to figure out how to get it through the bathroom door because he wouldn't turn it sideways and it wouldn't fit lengthwise, so he was already mad and crying about that, then he kept running into other things and that ticked him off even more, so that, combined with his naked little body and crazy shower hair, I was dying laughing. This child of mine, he certainly is stubborn and determined. Ask me how that's going in ten years....

 He was running this thing full-speed into the cabinets. On repeat.

 Have you ever tried to stuff one giant ramen noodle into your mouth without tilting your head back and dropping it in (because you're too little to figure that one out)? It's apparently really difficult to shove it in there and keep it in. So entertaining.

I want to start running again, but need muscle first (I think partly where my injuries were stemming from). So both Steve and I started last week at our gym with the elliptical. Felt good! Love Pandora. My sister, Janene had instagrammed a picture of herself working out the day prior, which really is what kicked my bum into gear, so I took this for her. Eat my sweat, Janene.

Steve had a moment where he just needed to whine the other day (we all have those, right?) and him not being able to run or work out has really bothered him. His back has been an issue since Christmas when he tweaked it at an indoor foam pit trampoline gym. He's gone to a chiropractor and ortho, they basically say to rest it (without getting an MRI they don't know exactly what it is). So I think this will be good for both of us.

 Some girlfriends and I have started a babysitting co-op, greatest invention ever. So the three of us each have one kid, so we take turns babysitting them each week. So two out of every three weeks we get a date night for one night of babysitting work. Things actually went smoother than I anticipated, and they went surprisingly well for Steve! He seemed to really enjoy himself!

 The other day, Steve had clinic all day (he has three weeks off to study for boards except for clinic twice a week where he sees patients) so I took my replacement boyfriend on a date to Chick-Fil-A because let's be honest, I had a coupon. The cow got many high-fives with a resounding 'Boom!' each time. He kept giggling at the cow and touching his nose. Then it got kinda awkward as the cow kept standing there and I wanted to eat my dang food, but eventually he got lost.

 For future reference, Parker does NOT enjoy olives on his fingers. He was eating (and loving) them before we tried to stick them on his fingers, but since the 'incident', he's terrified of them and won't go near them.

 His vocabulary has grown exponentially the last several weeks. He says 'all done' during the middle of diaper changes when he wants to be done, 'okay', he runs to the door and tries to wiggle his fingers into the crack and says 'sie' for outside, the foods he knows are 'egg', 'tee' (treats=cheerios, etc or teeth when we brush them), 'mah an chee' (mac and cheese), 'bad guys' (in one of our books), he points out the moon, kite, 'rah' (lion), sun, doggie, etc in books, he pretend talks on his two phones, he runs, wants to sit at the big table with us to eat, and about a million other things I can't think of right now.

Steve studies all day and all night, we can't wait for him to be done with these first set of boards! Day two is on our anniversary and he's getting LASIK (for free!) the day after, so I'm planning a little sumpin sumpin for the week after. 

Boo. Yeah.