Lazy, lazy, lazy

Wow, it seems like it has been so long since I last posted. I'm just gonna go ahead and be honest and upfront with everyone... I have been the laziest version of my already lazy self these past few weeks. Seriously people, I can't get myself to do anything... I don't get dressed or shower unless it is absolutely necessary (as in, I am leaving the house, or people are coming over, even then, showering is definitely optional!),I don't clean my house (I do straighten up about every other day), I don't do the laundry (or at least I don't fold it or put it away), I don't make dinner, I only do the dishes when the dishwasher is empty, and seeing as how I loathe emptying the dishwasher, it is never empty, therefore, I never do the dishes. I can't even get myself to post on my beloved blog. I guess I do have to give myself some credit, as I have been running and swimming my little (ok, not really so little) rear off these days, which is one of the reasons why I don't do anything else around here... I am so stinkin' tired. It's not that I'm over working myself or anything, but rather, Sayer has digressed some in his previously stellar sleeping habits, and I wake up every morning, feeling like I just got hit by a ton of bricks. I don't even think about waking up early to run, as there is just no way. It's night time runs for me baby (which I actually quite enjoy)! I am not really sure what my course of action will be with the little guy, as I don't really know what his dealio is, but I have GOT to figure something out. It's really quite depressing, as he was pretty much on a schedule and everything... 2 long naps and one shorter nap during the day, go to bed at 7, wake up between 4 and 6 to eat, then go back until around 8 or so. Oh well, such is life. I know it won't last forever. But in the meantime, I feel like such a horrible wife and mom. My in-laws are coming in town tonight, so I am determined that that will force me into action. My house, surprisingly enough, doesn't look that bad. We have kept pretty busy lately (posts on these events to follow), and haven't been here a ton to mess it up, but it's still not great. Nate has been the best husband ever, and just understands and loves me anyway. He cleaned the kitchen for me this morning (after he himself ran 4 miles), while I took a little nap on the couch. He is so patient with me, and always does what he can to help out. Love you Nate!

So anywho... there is my long drawn out excuse of why I am just now posting about the 4th of July.

Weekend update...

So this last week with Asher, has pretty much been unbearable, throwing tantrums over every tiny little thing, wanting his binky and blanky every second of the day, being so clingy, hitting, more tantrums, sleeping bad, you name it. Can I just say, that all mothers know best. I knew Asher had an ear infection when he woke up last Saturday morning with a low grade fever, but the Dr. told me "no, just treat the symptoms, it probably won't turn into an ear infection, blah blah blah!" So I totally listened to him, and on Monday when he didn't have a fever anymore, I thought he was better (which does make me feel bad for making Asher cry that night, but he really was feeling fine at that moment, and really was wanting to play). Anyway, so the week goes on and Asher is just a monster, and I was starting to think that I was a horrible mother, and that he was just turning into a bratty child, until...

On Thursday, I tried to pick some ear wax out of Asher's ear, and he freaked out, not like a brat, but like he was in pain, and immediately, I said: "I knew it!!!" I called the next morning to get him into the Dr (again), and sure enough... ear infection. Let me tell you, I was so glad that it was an ear infection, because the Asher from this last week was not my Asher, it was like he was a completely different child, and that other child, was driving me insane!!! I totally forgot that he really is such a sweet, happy little guy. So anyway, he is so much happier now, and is back to playing outside all day long, and this morning, he didn't even want his binky and blanky when he woke up, he just left them in the crib. Hallelujah for antibiotics! 

So yeah, mom's know best... always listen to your instincts!!

Friday night was the Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband CD launch concert. They put on a great show, and Sayer was a champ and slept through the whole thing, while Asher was at home with a babysitter. The best part of the whole night, were the teeny-bopper girls that were sitting behind us. Half way through the show, the band came up to this little stage in the middle of the audience, and the girls behind us were freaking out, they were so excited to be so close to the band. HAHA!! Then one of them says, "OMIGOSH, if they play Dream Big, I am going to die!" Then, later, Ryan was introducing one of their songs, 10,000 Lakes, and was telling the story of how he started writing the song, which included a sword that had 10,000 jewels stolen out of it, and then he announced the title of the song, and the girl was like: "ok, that has nothing to do with the story he just told" Oh man, it was so awesome. I know it doesn't sound as funny to you, but trust me, it was. These girls were seriously so dumb, and definitely did not grasp the deeper meaning of the song. 

Ok, so then, on Saturday, I took the kids to babiesrus to get a bed for Sayer, which is just a second pack n' play with a bassinet attachment, and then decided to head next door to Toysrus, just for fun. Let me just say, that there is a reason that I don't do that very often... as soon as I walked in, I was like, "oh, Asher would love, this... this is so cool..." etc etc. I wanted to get everything in that store. Then we found the bikes and Asher was in heaven. He seriously loves bikes, or anything that he can sit on and pretend to drive. So Nate and I have been talking about getting him one, and it took all my energy to not buy him one right then and there, without even researching prices and models and all that good stuff. Amazingly, we made it out of there, not having spent a penny. What self control I have!!

Then, on Saturday night, the best thing in the world happened. I put Sayer down to bed at 7:00 pm, in his new bed, and he slept for 11 1/2 hours straight. I didn't hear a peep out of him until 6:30 am. I was so happy. Of course, I still didn't get a good night sleep, because I kept waking up, waiting for him to cry. But I'm not complaining, my body will adjust soon enough, as he did the same thing last night. So it looks like 3 months is the magic age for Sayer... he is eating so much better and is so much happier, I wrap him up and lay him down, and he puts himself to sleep, and now, he is sleeping through the night, and I didn't even have to make him cry it out (which I was seriously considering). Woo-hoo!! 

Last night, I had to work, so Nate did both kids all by himself, and did an awesome job. Now that they both go to bed around the same time, it can get a little tricky for one person, so I was very impressed when he said things went well.

So anyway, sorry for the long boring post, but I just wanted to post those few thoughts. This week, I will be on my own starting tomorrow, as Nate is teaching at a fiddle camp, so thank goodness that Asher is back to his cheerful self, or else things would have gotten pretty ugly around here!