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		<title>My Sloshy Walk Through a Winter Wonderland</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Happy Snow Day!!! &#160; Does anyone else get a bad case of the &#8220;blahs&#8221; on snow days??? &#160;It looks all glamorous and fun in the photos, but after a little while I get the need to get OUT of the house. &#160;I just have this constant desire to be left alone. &#160; Isn&#8217;t that kind of hilarious? &#160;I want to be left alone, but I have a baby, a toddler, two boys, and a talkative husband. &#160;Actually, they all like [...]</p>
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<h3 class="wp-block-heading has-text-align-center">Happy Snow Day!!!</h3>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; Does anyone else get a bad case of the &#8220;blahs&#8221; on snow days??? &nbsp;It looks all glamorous and fun in the photos, but after a little while I get the need to get OUT of the house. &nbsp;I just have this constant desire to be left alone.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; Isn&#8217;t that kind of hilarious? &nbsp;I want to be left alone, but I have a baby, a toddler, two boys, and a talkative husband. &nbsp;Actually, they all like to talk. &nbsp;I&#8217;m a woman. &nbsp;This should be wonderful to me, and it IS wonderful, but oh barnacles, it&#8217;s winter, you know?</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading has-text-align-left">  I finally had the opportunity to sneak out of here for a walk in the snow this afternoon, so I zipped up my winter coat and my cowboy boots and fled the premises.  </h3>



<p class="has-text-align-left">It was such a RELIEF to be walking on the freshly shoveled sidewalk, while there was a lull in the &#8220;wintry mix&#8221;.  It&#8217;s really not even that cold; it was something like 30 degrees.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; I noticed a car drive by, and it sort of looked like they were laughing at me&#8230;.but who knows. &nbsp;I looked down at myself: &nbsp;misty glasses from the weather, giant coat, yoga pants, tucked into cowboy boots. &nbsp;Ha! &nbsp;Right. &nbsp;While I feel like an adventurous young woman, to others I must look like a crazy suburban housewife, out walking in the rain.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; I&#8217;ve decided to just be okay with that, and I was getting some good thinking done, so I trudged on, quite convinced I could at least walk off some of the Valentine treats I&#8217;ve been pigging out on&#8230;..until I realized one of my feet was suddenly very wet. &nbsp;I was only a little over half a mile from home.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; Drat. &nbsp;I turned around, and that&#8217;s about when the sleet started, which suddenly turned into a hard snow, and at this point I felt quite amused with myself.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; I do hope that no matter how beat down and covered in children I get, I will always be the crazy lady out walking in the snow in cowboy boots.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; Too bad those boots aren&#8217;t water proof. &nbsp;Remember when I posted that photo of Joshua with the white finger? &nbsp;(<a title="Our Nightmare Before&nbsp;Christmas" href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2013/12/21/our-nightmare-before-christmas/">Click here to see that photo</a>) &nbsp;Well, I had my very own white toe. &nbsp;Kind of neat.</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading has-text-align-left">  When I got home, I stood in the driveway and just watched the snow for a few minutes.  </h3>



<p class="has-text-align-left">This is it.  This is the weather that&#8217;s keeping me from the weekend away that I had so looked forward to.  That&#8217;s right, my flight was supposed to leave this morning at 9:45am.  I was going to visit my parents,  hold the latest baby in the family, and just un-clench, you know?  The daily grind here is S-T-R-E-S-S-F-U-L.  I can&#8217;t explain just how stressful this phase of our life is.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; Just thinking about this vacation has made me giddy, but it just isn&#8217;t to be. &nbsp;A very kind person said to me this week, &#8220;Whatever is meant to happen will happen,&#8221; and at the time I was like, &#8220;No way! &nbsp;I am leaving town somehow!&#8221;</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; Denial. &nbsp;I was living in denial.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; The airline could not accommodate me this weekend, and they had a rule against just booking me for next weekend instead. &nbsp;I&#8217;m getting a refund, which is nice, but now my getaway feels even further away.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp; Ah, well, what is meant to be will be. &nbsp;I&#8217;ll make it down south soon, Mom and Dad, I promise!</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading has-text-align-left">For now, at least I have my boys. &nbsp;Here they are, just being boys:</h3>


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<p class="has-text-align-center">Dan loves being out in the snow so much, it&#8217;s hard to get him to come inside!</p>



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<p class="has-text-align-center">JD and Daniel, playing in Daniel&#8217;s room. &nbsp;If you can overlook the mess, just look at the wonder of it. &nbsp;Kids at play. &nbsp;I love it. &nbsp;These are my happy thoughts.</p>


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<p class="has-text-align-center">Oh, Dan&#8230;. &nbsp;Toddlers don&#8217;t actually need parents to bend over backwards finding intricate activities for them. &nbsp;They make their own science experiments just fine. &nbsp;This one involved playdoh, water, and a water bottle, and the moment Mom wasn&#8217;t looking. &nbsp;Ha!</p>


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<p class="has-text-align-center">my darling little mess-maker</p>


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<h3 class="wp-block-heading has-text-align-center">The first footprints in the snow this morning were Joshua&#8217;s.  </h3>



<p class="has-text-align-center">He couldn&#8217;t wait to get out there in it.  Our neighbor, Patti sent him back home when she realized he wasn&#8217;t wearing any gloves and his coat wasn&#8217;t zipped.  Oy.  Thank you, Patti!  I&#8217;ve said it before, and I&#8217;ll say it again.  Don&#8217;t knock suburbia.  We look out for each other here.  It&#8217;s a great place to be.</p>


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<p class="has-text-align-center">I was amused, looking out the window at these footprints (of Caleb&#8217;s) through the backyard. &nbsp;It reminded me of those Family Circus newspaper cartoons, where he&#8217;d always draw the little boy&#8217;s footprints all over the yard. &nbsp;This is Caleb&#8217;s version.</p>


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<figure class="aligncenter"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/img_2273.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="860" height="484" data-attachment-id="2223" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/img_2273/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/img_2273.jpg?fit=4608%2C2592&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="4608,2592" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon PowerShot SX500 IS&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1392289573&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;800&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.1&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="keepout" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/img_2273.jpg?fit=300%2C168&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/img_2273.jpg?fit=860%2C484&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/img_2273.jpg?w=300&#038;resize=860%2C484" alt="keepout" class="wp-image-2223" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/img_2273.jpg?w=4608&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 4608w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/img_2273.jpg?resize=300%2C168&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/img_2273.jpg?resize=1024%2C576&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/img_2273.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/img_2273.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 860px) 100vw, 860px" /></a></figure></div>


<p class="has-text-align-center">This made me laugh. &nbsp;The &#8220;Keep out.&#8221; sign is Joshua&#8217;s creation. &nbsp;At the bottom, it reads, &#8220;If letter slide under door.&#8221; &nbsp;haaahahahaha. &nbsp;So apparently, he wants us to keep out, but if you have a letter for him, he wants to be sure to get that! &nbsp;The blue character was drawn by Caleb.</p>


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<p class="has-text-align-center">Tomorrow Alan&#8217;s planning to take the boys sledding. &nbsp;I&#8217;m looking forward to that. &nbsp;No, I&#8217;m not going. &nbsp;I&#8217;m just looking forward to the quiet house. &nbsp;; ) &nbsp;Actually, I&#8217;m considering making snow angels&#8230;..</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Let me tell you a story about the time we had our own real life nightmare before Christmas. There are times when things just don&#8217;t go the way that you had hoped.  Embarking on a looong car trip with four children is a foolish brave thing to do. It all began around 10pm the night before we left.  I walked into Dan&#8217;s room to get something, and I noticed he had a very wet sounding snore.  &#8220;Oh no,&#8221; I thought. Around [...]</p>
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<h2>Let me tell you a story about the time we had our own real life nightmare before Christmas.</h2>
<p>There are times when things just don&#8217;t go the way that you had hoped.  Embarking on a looong car trip with four children is a <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">foolish</span> brave thing to do.</p>
<p>It all began around 10pm the night before we left.  I walked into Dan&#8217;s room to get something, and I noticed he had a very wet sounding snore.  &#8220;Oh no,&#8221; I thought.</p>
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<h3>Around 12 am, Dan woke up crying and barking a little (the croup cough sounds like a seal&#8217;s bark).</h3>
<p>We gave him some cold &amp; cough medicine, and he went back to sleep.</p>
<h3>2am he woke up crying and barking, but at this point he couldn&#8217;t stop barking.</h3>
<p>He wasn&#8217;t getting in any regular breaths between the barks.  It was horrible and scary.  We had never had a child get croup like this.</p>
<p>I have always read and been told that steam helps when a child is having breathing difficulties, so we went to the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the hot shower.</p>
<p>It helped right away, but each time we would turn off the water, and the steam would begin to disappear, the croup would begin to return.</p>
<h3>We knew Daniel would have to go the emergency room.</h3>
<p>Croup is not something adults have to worry about having.  This is a condition that happens to some small children when they are sick with a virus&#8230;..or in Dan&#8217;s case strep throat&#8230;.</p>
<p>For more info on croup, you can click on this link: <a href="http://children.webmd.com/tc/croup-topic-overview">WebMD croup article</a> (By the way, two years later, Dan was diagnosed with asthma because this still happens every time he gets sick. Was it asthma all along? I don&#8217;t know. I can&#8217;t tell the difference in the sound of the bark.)</p>
<h3>Either way, when your kid can&#8217;t get a breath in between coughs, you gotta rush that baby to the hospital. Call an ambulance.</h3>
<p>The ER people gave Dan a dose of steroid and sent him home, where he quickly went back to sleep and seemed to be just fine.</p>
<h3>Having not slept much, we were a little later leaving than planned.  Here are the highlights of our trip:</h3>
<p>-We got one block from our house when our car DVD player quit working.</p>
<p>Drat.</p>
<p>-detour to Target to buy new one&#8212;got lucky&#8211;it was on sale!</p>
<p>&#8211; left Target to immediately get stuck in a slow moving traffic jam on I-95 South, of course.</p>
<p>-By the time traffic was moving again, it was 1pm, and we were all ready for lunch.  We all went inside to BK, fed the baby, changed his diaper, changed Dan&#8217;s pull-up, and then began to realize that Daniel was looking&#8230;droopy.  He finally just sat down at the table and started crying.</p>
<p>-We loaded all the kids back into the car, gave Dan some Tylenol, and hit the road.</p>
<h3>-2 hours later&#8230;.Dan starts crying and doesn&#8217;t stop.</h3>
<p>-I crawled into the back seat and touched him.  Whoa!  The boy was on fire!  By this point, I&#8217;m ready to throw in the towel.</p>
<p>&#8220;Alan, that&#8217;s it.  This boy is really, really sick.  Let&#8217;s just turn around and go home.  This is just not working out.&#8221;</p>
<p>Alan&#8230;.thinking a little less emotionally than I was and more logically (another thing I love about Alan&#8211;he should so run for President)&#8230;.said, &#8220;I&#8217;m going to take him to a hospital.&#8221;</p>
<h3>&#8211;Alan pulled off the interstate and looked around for &#8216;H&#8217; signs.</h3>
<p>&#8211;This hospital was in a small town I&#8217;d never heard of, and it was wonderful.  Very Southern!</p>
<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s the matter, Sweetie?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m so sorry.  My goodness, you are beautiful.  What a beautiful child&#8221;  (referring to Dan)</p>
<p>&#8220;He&#8217;s gonna get real mad at me when I do this, but we gotta make him feel better.&#8221;</p>
<p>(102.5 fever, even after the Tylenol, They swabbed both nostrils to test for flu and his throat, to test for strep throat).</p>
<p>&#8220;Do you have other children?  I can tell that you do; it&#8217;s real obvious.  You&#8217;re so good at this.&#8221;</p>
<p>to Dan:  &#8220;Your mama sure does love you, you&#8217;re lucky to have such a good momma.  You know that?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8230;Yes, I was getting the big head.  ; )</p>
<h3>My favorite line:</h3>
<p>(from the doctor)  &#8220;I can&#8217;t believe the ER last night did not do a strep test on him.  That is not right.&#8221;</p>
<p>The nurse said, &#8220;Yeah, they were just doing the bare minimum for this poor baby!&#8221;</p>
<p>That&#8217;s right, Doc.  Maybe when I get back I will put in a complaint.</p>
<p>I LOVE THE SOUTH!!!!</p>
<p>They gave him a dose of steroid, ibuprofen, antibiotic, and zofran&#8212;because&#8211;</p>
<h3>Did I mention right before Alan pulled off the interstate that Daniel threw up all over me?</h3>
<p>I bet we smelled really nice.</p>
<p>Naturally, I had a change of clothes for Daniel, but not so much for me.  We bought some Lysol and sprayed down my pants&#8230;</p>
<p>Thankfully, that was our last trip complication.  We reached our destination at 4:30am.  We woke up a few hours later and headed to Granny&#8217;s funeral.</p>
<p>Granny&#8217;s funeral went really well, and I&#8217;m so thankful that we made it.  I saw family I had not seen in years, and that was a blessing.</p>
<p>I got to see Granny one last time, and that was good closure.  This was the good, peaceful kind of funeral.  It was her time, and she was ready.  That makes such a difference.  Funerals are a great reminder of our past, our present, and our future.</p>
<p>We only get one life to live on Earth.  I hope I can live mine as well as Granny did.</p>
<p>*****</p>
<p>A few photos to share of last week&#8217;s Santa visit:</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> I asked Dan if he liked meeting Santa.  He replied, &#8220;He gave me candy!&#8221;  Ah yes, candy, the way to a child&#8217;s heart.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> All of our boys are still Santa believers, and they took this very seriously.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> my two little packing helpers&#8230;..as you can imagine&#8230;.I&#8217;m now a very slow packer&#8230;</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Dan tucked himself into the guest bed down stairs and took a pretend nap.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">&#8230;..and our weirdest discovery of the week:  Joshua has Raynaud&#8217;s Disease:  this finger turned completely white from the cold.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">For more info on Raynaud&#8217;s:  <a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/raynauds-disease/DS00433" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Mayo Clinic Info</a></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas!!!</div>
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