Sharing is...

...caring? Well, this is not the case when you a gifting upper respiratory infections to your near and dear. We've been teaching Miles how to cough onto his sleeve, but he's better at spraying it about the room. Penelope was the first to snag it- she's a coughing machine. Jesse is now showing early symptoms. Great, so my coffee sharing hubs kept the germ love Fest alive and sent the microbe party my way.

In totally unrelated news, I've been accepted into ODU's M.S. Ed. program. Glad to see my 48 grad transfer hours have found a home. Allow me to be your cautionary tale on program hopping. Live and learn, just preferably in a program.

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Why

Why do little ones fight going to sleep? Tooth and nail on this house. Why, I'd fight for the right to just take a tiny nap for myself at this point. Penelope is trying to go 10 rounds with me, her snuggle bunny soothing swing, her beloved ladybug blankie, and an array of tasty and calming binkies. What she doesn't know is that I will ultimately win. (Duh, moms are winners!) I hold the power of the nap drive. We are only a key ring away to silence; well, given current gas prices, 30 minutes of silence. Subaru trumps baby grumpies, or at least it will if she doesn't cool her tiny jets within the next 15 minutes.

Miles should crash on his own tonight. He finally went back to school today; the bronchitis is on the retreat, I pray. He played his little buns off earlier though he's still not at 100%- so I'm hoping that translates into an easy, early night. However, knowing how spirited my children prefer to be, he's probably gearing up to streak the house and whiz on a house plant for fun.

A mini-post from my mini-keyboard

So I am crafting this from my phone, on a very difficult night, under stressful (though not critical) times. Hardships are abound because Miles is sick- fighting bronchitis. And Jesse and I are dealing with four and a half months on new parent exhaustion. While Penelope is doing beautifully with sleeping at night, it's still not enough to replenish our adult tanks. I'm so exhausted these days I've started seeing spots, literally. I also looked like I've aged another 10 years overnight. Guess that pregnancy glow wears off fast- you get stuck looking like a pasty, puffy zombie in desperate need of a salon visit. I've got more roots than a rainforest and my eyes are rivaling that black and grey critter that forages nightly in our trashcans. Ugh.

Enough of the moaning- I'm starting to feel worse just typing this out. Alright, some positive notes... Penelope is developing beautifully. She adores Miles; he is her sun and moon. Miles, in turn, has grown quite attached to the wee one. He constantly asks for her when they are apart. It's enough to melt your heart, even a sleep deprived and zombified heart. The love they have for each, though just beginning to blossom, keeps me going longer than the largest size of java Starbucks can muster. A venti sized serving of my kids awesomeness is what's fueling me tonight.

90 Seconds. . .

. . . is what I have to quickly update this page!

-Penelope will be 4 months old tomorrow. OMG.

-Reflux is still here but under control.

-She's a chubby, bubbly, wubbly angel.

-Miles is doing great right now.

-Just had a tiny growth spurt. Up a shoe size and clothing size. Yep, he's rocking 2Ts now.

-His vocalizations are amazing. Stringing 2-3 words together consistently. My favorites: "thank you" and "help me" which he says unprompted.

-Last night he gave Penelope both trains and crayons. Way to go big brother. (She tried to eat them. I think teething is on the horizon.)

-School year is in the final stretch.

-Trip to Kennedy Krieger is looming in the not to distant future.

-We are open to summer idea suggestions. Miles has a few ESY sessions we'll have to work around, but other than that, we are wiiiiiiiiiiiiide open for fun and frolicking!

Time's up! Gotta run.

So where am I...

... mainly on Instagram. If you want to see the latest and greatest of the kiddos, visit me there (annaweigel100/ Anna T) or on facebook. I will totally accept your friend request if you mention Milestones. : )

Am I boycotting blogging? No, not even close. It's just so much easier to get my networking fixes using my phone, and I am not yet feeling the urge to blog on my phone. Give it time- I'm basically living on it.

We're Home!

A few days of sun and fun in OBX with Grandma and Grandpa Thomas... a fantastic way to spend Spring Break and the ever-looming (as in tomorrow) 31st birthday. Lesson learned: I am not feel older, but my skin is no longer 19. Case in point, it took only 30 minutes of late afternoon sun to transform me into an abstract art project. Why yes, that red trapezoid, the large one between my boobies, is naturally occurring. Not.

Pictures to come. Sleep comes first. Later gators.

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Treatable but annoying... Impetigo. Our regular and much beloved doc was on vacation- and our second and third string options were out of the office, too. Call in the 3rd Runner up, Dr. Blunt-n-Chatty. I knew the diagnosis before the appointment, but I still had to sit through (again!!) the lecture entitled "Your Son's a Tad Different." Today's installment was entitled, "Lazy Leukocytes." No harm, no foul- but that's why this doc is our 4th option. Still, we heart this practice.

(Note the quasi-mood improvement above. Thanks emoticons for being so flexible with your expressive options. Above, you'll note I'm now feeling "Muah.")

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A rocky start to Spring Break. Miles is headed into the doc's office tomorrow. Ugh! And this is not for a run of the mill common cold. Please, oh please, please, please please let me be both wrong and overly protective. Grrrrrrrrr... bacteria!

Where am I?

Under the fog of sleeplessness, wading through the transition back to work. Luckily, I have been able to make my self super busy. In the past few days, I have completely reorganized my room, re-crafted a literature unit, and built a replica of Harlem circa 1945 in my classroom. Whatever it takes, right?

I miss Penelope so much, so much that it aches. Racing home and snatching her up for a little feeding/ bonding time is getting me through the day.

Loving the middle school schedule right now because I can get home by 3. Not too shabby.

Now it's time for a power nap. Got roughly 2 hours before she eats again. Rest while I can. Blah. Too tired to include subjects in my sentences... will settle for imperatives. Lights out.

(insert loud crashing sound of me falling to the floor)