The Never-ending Cold

Well, Logan's sick....again.  You'd think by now we'd see it coming, WELL in advance.  The excessive whininess, total lack of appetite, getting out of bed at least 128 times between 8:00-9:00pm with EVERY excuse in the book (my favorite excuse?  "my bed is not conschturbull"), and here's the one that finally gives it up that maybe he's not just trying to torture his parents....the 3:00AM awakening (though, some might argue that that in itself is enough to put a parent over the edge and definately feels like some form of torture). 

After we got him "conschturbull" again and back to snoozing, I vowed that this time I was going to will it to not be that bad and FOR SURE he was going to school and we were going to work and NOBODY was going to get it from him.  So, wouldn't you know it, the powers that be were laughing at my willfullness, and this morning Logan stumbled out with the dreaded "goopy eye."  Of course, like any other parents, we went into complete panic mode, because as we all know, for some reason, just the mere thought of Pink Eye is completely terrifying!  In addition, this threw my stubborn plan completely out the window, because it became evident very quickly that Logan WAS NOT going to school today, and one of us WAS NOT going to work today, and we were ALL going to get it.

So, we called the pre-school, called my parents, called the doctor and finally just gave up and made an appointment to take him in, only to come to the conclusion later in the morning that all that panic was probably for nothing and he only has yet another viral infection (yes, leaking through his eyes, yuck) that he will undoubtedly pass on to all of us like all good pre-schoolers do.  Fabulous!

Everyone says this is totally normal when you have a 4-year-old in pre-school, but I can't believe that to be true.  It's too cruel for one family to be sick for this many months straight.  I'm going with the thought that it is all just one big conspiracy against the Cunninghams.

Looking Back

Well, it's that time of year again.  The time that we're supposed to reflect on what's happened in the past year before making our resolutions for the next one.  I have to be honest, I haven't always done that.  I've always been the person that looks ahead, always in a hurry to move into my future, go to the next phase of my life.  And year after year I've easily put the past year behind me and looked forward to the next without much reflection at all and shamefully without much prayer and thanks.  But as I've gotten a little older (yes, only a little older), I'm starting to appreciate what my elders have always said about time going by faster as you get older.  It is true.  And as more blessings come into my life, the more urgency I feel for time to just stand still. And now, I do find myself looking back and reflecting.

So, our newest blessing that happened for us this year is our new home.  I'm now living in the home that I believe I will raise my children in.  Most days I look around and just marvel at this new place we've moved into and I can't believe how utterly perfect it is for our family.  The area of town we've moved into is beautiful and quiet.  And the house itself is just...well...perfect.  There are no other words.  So, for the next couple of days I will be saying a lot of prayers of thanks and spending some quiet time with my family in our "still new to us" beautiful home.

Surviving the Holidays

Well, they are almost over.  Three more days until the New Year and then we can get back into our normal routine which suits me just fine.  Though, I do have to admit, I've had a great couple of months these past few months.  This was the best Thanksgiving/Christmas season I've had in a long time.  Every year I say I'm going to be prepared early and this year it actually happened for me.  I actually enjoyed my Christmas shopping because I did it early!  And this year Logan finally started to really understand what it meant for "the holidays" to be approaching us.  He was so excited everytime we had something to do or somewhere to go and I thought Christmas was never going to get here!  We were all excited for Santa to come!  But now....we are all exhausted!  It's amazing how every year I forget so easily how it all hits you afterward like a mack truck.  So, I'll be glad to get caught up and back into our normal, QUIET, routine!  Anyway, here's how our Christmas went... 

Christmas Eve, first video game ever played

Reindeer food

The blanket & pillow I made for Logan

Logan asked Santa for Bullseye (the horse =)

"My Pal Violet"