L.S.M. has a new home!

I have upgraded blog types, to a more customizable type. The new address is almost identical to the old. It is www.littlesugarmama.wordpress.com.

I hope you enjoy the new look!

Family Picture - DISASTER!

Why do we even try??? All I wanted was a good family picture of me, my hubby and the boys. Well, I guess when you have a 3-year-old and a 1-year-old, that is about like asking the impossible. We have not gotten a family picture taken since Micah was 9months old. I have not even been lucky enough to get a good picture of both the boys together. We had an appointment to go last Friday, but everyone was just getting over being sick, so I decided to call it off. That was the last thing I needed to worry about. Earlier this week, I scheduled another appointment for this afternoon. I spent a good portion of the day picking out outfits and making sure that boys were well fed and rested for the picture. Our appointment was at 4:30. We got there and they were not ready to take us. I knew then that we were in for it. I almost decided to just go home. They finally got to us 30minutes late. We had a hard time getting both boys to coraperate at the same time. If one was smiling, the other was wanting to run around. If one was sitting still with a half smile on their face, the other one was crying. And then there was the decent picture of the boys, but I had my eyes closed. I'll just say I was praying. We just couldn't win. As frustration levels were rising, we decided to call it quits. The lady showed us the three pictures that were halfway acceptable. I did not like any of them and just decided to try it another time. The sunny side of it...we did not spend any money. I can remember times that I would just take Micah for pictures and would have to control myself or I would come out broke. Let's just say that I want have to worry about breaking the picture budget...at least for a while.

Does anyone with small children have any pointers for getting good professional pictures??? :)

To our family and friends-if you get a picture this year that has four separate pictures all pasted together, I hope you understand why.

Hello Gymnastics!!!

I had always wished that I could have taken gymnastics when I was a little girl. I have never really been good at any other kind or sports, but I could always imagine myself twirling on the bars and doing floor routines just like the Olympic stars. Some times we live out our childhood fantasies through our children. So when I saw the flyer for the YMCA Gymnastics Preschool Team, I was excited. I was even more excited when Charlie agreed that Micah could participate. So off we went this morning to try out our first class. All the other little gymnast were Micah's age, some a little younger. It was fun watching them. I don't think there are any future Olympic medalist on the team, but It seems like a fun sport to try for as long as Micah enjoys it.

The first week of September was one of sickness for Micah and myself. I had the fever when he did last Sunday and then it hit me again on Wednesday afternoon. I had a fever of 102, chills, I was sore all over, headache, sore throat, etc. I was miserable. The doctor started treating me for STREP and I feel much better now. For about three days, I didn't feel like doing much of anything. I took care of the kids and that was about all I had the energy for. I always feel bad for the boys when I am sick, since they don't have their normal mama to play with and take them places. I decided that this weekend would be a good time for another family night, since everyone was better.

Yesterday, we went around with our realator and looked at houses for the first time. We found one that we really liked, but will just have to wait and see if our house sales in a timely fashion. We then picked up pizza and took it to the park for a picnic. When we got home we made peanut butter cookies, let the boys play together on the matress for a little while and then it was time for Noah to go to bed. We did a craft with Micah and then ate our cookies while we laid in bed watching the movie. Micah loves to sleep with us on family night. I don't know what he likes more, the idea of camping in the living room or getting to sleep between mom and dad. I hope that memories such as these are ones that he can recall when he is older.

The Mysterious Fever Strikes Again!

When Micah was 5 months old, I took him to the doctor because he had a fever. The fever was really high for his age and the doctor thought that he could possibly have Meningitis, so she sent us to the hospital. This was just the day before we were to fly out to Colorado. We had had the trip planned for months and my parents were going to go with us. Well, the trip was canceled as we spent most of our vacation in the hospital caring for one sick little boy. He did not have Meningitis, but they never did figure out what it was. It was labeled the "mysterious fever."

I had flash backs of that this weekend when once again Micah spiked a high fever. Sunday, he was burning up, crying and lethargic. I checked his temperature and it was 103.7. It came on quick. He seemed to be fine and then just a little while later was very ill. I immediately phoned the doctor. We were able to get it to come down, so we did not have to go to the E.R. over the holiday weekend. Thank you Lord! I also had a high fever last night. I have not had a fever in years and let's just say, they are miserable! I got over mine thankfully in just a matter of hours. Micah still has the fever. It comes and goes and has not been as high as it was yesterday, but we will probably be going to the doctor in the morning to have him checked out. He had an ear infection a couple of weeks ago, so maybe it is from that. You never know with little ones and that not knowing is what is hard.

Crazy Kid!

Charlie and I were watching television together one night this week after the boys were in bed. As we got finished watching, Charlie got up to turn the t.v. off and noticed Micah laying on the rug, head facing the television. He was fast asleep. He did not even open his eyes or move when Charlie picked him up and put him in the bed. We had a good laugh about that!