Blah.

I feel like my blog clearly reflects my mood, but not always in a direct way. Some weeks I'm posting daily and feel like I can explode full of topics to blog about. Then there's this week when I'm just "blah"... in a funk, emotionally, and also in the blog world.

This week though, there's a reason for it. 2 sick boys. And 2 sick boys = no sleep for mama. Jaxon has bronchiolitis, which is basically just bronchitis for babies. His cough rattles his chest and makes me want to cry. The thick green snot constantly pouring out of his nose and the tugging at his ears and whining ... oy vey... my poor mr man.

And Cohen? Well, we're not sure what he has. It started on Sunday when he started vomiting constantly. He's always been some-what of a "spitter-upper" {how's that for a scientific term?}- but never projectile vomits like he has been. All the sudden he started doing this after nursing and for hours even after he ate, making me wonder if there was literally anything left in his tummy. Then he'd seem hungry again, only to start the process all over. Caution: I'm about to talk about poop, for all you non-mommy's. The other symptom he had was foamy poop. Weirdest thing I've ever seen, but it literally looked like foam. Monday came and went, same thing. Tuesday I had enough and took him to the doctor... they are not sure if it's just an intestinal infection or if he could have a knot at the top of his stomach. There's an official term for it, but I can't remember it for the life of me. Basically it prevents food from going in his stomach correctly, and therefore causes the baby to have issues digesting it. The doctor put him on a med, hoping it's the intestinal infection... but if he's not better by Monday we'll be doing an ultrasound on his little bitty tummy to see if there's a blockage of some sort. At this point I don't want to think about what we'd do if there is something wrong, but I can only assume surgery of some kind.

As I was at the doctors office, I looked down to see this on my pants:

Yep, that's poop. I will admit I usually wear my jeans 2-3 times before washing them {assuming they're not dirty!} but I had no idea that was on my pants. Obviously sleep deprived... and the sad thing is, it could have been from either boy. Who knows.

On a happy note, we leave in exactly one week to head home to the Midwest for Christmas. Can't wait to pull into my Mom's driveway, hand her my boys, and go take a nap. Ha!

Appreciate your thoughts & prayers for my little guys, and for their Mama, who is so so so tired.