The very long day... and night.

I've got a lot of things to post. Many pictures and many events that I would like to update the blog with, but first I must put in writing what occurred the other day and night so that I do not forget. I've been stressed out for the past several weeks with attempting to keep a clean home and figure out a little bit of a schedule for our family so that we don't go crazy since I've now headed back to work.
At Kyle's suggestion and in an attempt to simplify things I went and chopped my hair all off last Wednesday... and I love it. Short hair is always so much easier to manage and I had no idea when I grew my hair out how long it would actually take to dry it and style it. When Kyle mentioned that maybe I should cut it all back off, I agreed.
And it was a good choice because when I woke up the next day all I had to do was run a comb through it, spray some hairspray and head out the door... little did I know how nice it would be to have my hair done all day, and night...

We started out the morning with Ford's 2 month Dr. appointment where he received his 2 month shots. His pediatrician to another look at this boys tongue tie and suggested we clip it. We had been thinking the same thing, so Ford got his tongue clipped as well as his 2 month shots... I may have cried... poor little guy.

So from the get-go I knew I would have a fussy little baby throughout the day, and I was correct. Unless he was being held he would only sleep for about 10 minutes at a time before he would wake screaming. Which he doesn't normally do, he'll fuss a bit as he wakes up, but he doesn't normally just scream. Poor boy hurt whenever he moved his legs, or his legs got bumped, so he would want to suck... but that hurt him too. So I held him and cuddled with him all day (the best part of the day).

Around noon I had to go give a presentation at Porter's kindergarten about being a nurse and what I do for work and why I became a nurse.

I don't think kindergarten teachers should ask new moms to do presentations.

I could be wrong, but I don't think it's a good idea for someone who is trying to get kids excited about becoming a nurse to start crying in the middle of her speech about why she became a nurse. I've been a little weepy lately and had to try really hard to control myself when I started in on that story... which, by the way, has never made me cry before.

I left Porter's kindergarten (after apologizing to Porter's teacher for the little breakdown) and headed home. I got to chat with my friend, Maria, who had come over to watch Ford and Bridger while I was with Porter's class.

It was a busy afternoon and evening... driving carpool with a fussy baby, soccer games with a fussy baby, soccer practice with a fussy baby and soccer group pictures with a fussy baby. Load kids in the car, out of the car... and repeat.

We got home, got the boys to bed and set out to make Ford more comfortable. Gave him a bath, which he loved, and snuggled and cuddled some more. (Just to let you know that since this particular day, Ford has been averaging 8 hours of sleep nightly, he's a really good baby when you stop poking him and stuff.)

Around 10:30 I went downstairs to wash my breast-pump. I like to run it through the dishwasher or boil the parts at least once a day. Since my dishes were done, I put the parts in a saucepan and put it on the stove and left them to boil for a bit. Ford was supposed to eat at 11 o'clock but he had finally fallen asleep and was snoozing away on his daddy's chest, so I decided to let him wake up on his own. I got caught up in watching a show and I was desperately trying to stay awake when I started to get really nauseous. Really nauseous. And I started getting a headache. I couldn't sleep anymore, at any moment I was sure that I was going to throw up.

And then I smelled it. I walked out of our bedroom and into a smoke filled house. I had left the plastic boiling in the water so long that the water was now gone... and so were the plastic parts to my pump. Instead of boiling the parts for 5 minutes, as is recommended, I boiled them for over an hour and the whole house smelled horrific.

I got the pan off the stove and doused it in water and opened up the windows. I went to wake up Kyle to get his help in airing out the house. We ended up having all the doors and windows open with an industrial fan blowing the air out of our house at midnight. But, even that wasn't enough. I was still sick to my stomach and couldn't handle the smell any longer. So, Ford and I headed outside to walk around while the house continued to air out.

After an hour or so we came back inside and the house was much better. Around 2:00 I went to close the doors and all the windows that didn't have screens on them. The rest I left open to air out the rest of the house.

I headed to bed holding a somewhat subdued Ford and fell asleep very quickly.

About 4:30 in the morning I was startled awake to Bridger screaming at the top of his lungs, "Get out!! Go away!! Get out!!!" Kyle was up and out of bed so fast and into the boys room.

Kyle started yelling, "Charlie get out! Go home!"

The dog was in the house. Our outside dog, was in the house.

I didn't know a few important details when I headed to bed that night.
I didn't know the dog was still out of his pen.
I didn't know that the windows in the basement had been opened to air out the house.
And I didn't know that one of those windows did not have  a screen on it.

Around 4 in the morning, Charlie came in through the basement window, ate one of the boys stuffed animals and left it's guts all over the basement floor. He then headed upstairs and retrieved a new loaf of bread from off of the kitchen table and took it back out to his pen. Then he returned and set out to find the boys, and at the time that Kyle found him, he was licking Bridger like a popsicle.

Apparently Bridger doesn't like to be woken up that way.

It was a long night.

By the time we got Bridger settled down and Charlie put away it was nearing 5:30. Kyle and I climbed into bed and just started laughing. It could have all ended so much worse.

The house could have lit on fire, who knows who could have broken into the house (luckily it was only our own dog)... we felt very blessed.

At about 7 am Ford was ready to eat again, and that meant that I was up for the day. 

I also worked that night, which meant that I didn't go to bed until the following morning. I was awake from Thursday morning until Saturday morning. It was a long 48 hours with only a 2 hour nap in the middle... but my hair looked awesome.