Has Anyone Seen the Sandman?

I think he’s on strike and I’m not liking it.

Okay…I do not snore normally but during the last few months of pregnancy and apparently when I’m suffering from tonsillitis, I do. And my snoring keeps Kris awake. Shoot, my snoring keeps ME awake. I have tossed and turned, trying to find a way to breathe comfortably, I have water, tissue and anything else I can think of within reach on the nightstand and I cannot get more than a half hour of sleep at a time. When I do get to sleep Owen or Ivan will cry. The night before last, Kris woke me up and told me I was snoring. He probably just wanted me to roll over or something but I blew up. I CAN’T HELP IT! All I could think about was myself and the fact that if I was snoring it meant I was sleeping and shouldn’t all the world be glad about that? Oh…you mean you want to sleep too? I apologized later. Poor guy…he slept on the guest bed for the second half of the night last night…I don’t know when he left but I know why.

Yesterday morning as we were getting out of the car to go into the church Owen and Ivan and I were heading one way and Kris went the opposite to get the coffee and doughnuts for our class. Owen took off running and almost immediately had an altercation with the sidewalk. I was carrying Ivan without the car seat so I couldn’t just set him down on the concrete or even the grass and I had two Bibles and two bags on my arms as well. I yelled for Kris to turn around…normally it’s not that big a deal if Owen takes a little tumble, but this time I saw his head hit and bounce back and I knew he really was hurt. Kris was able to grab him up and found him some ointment and a bandage for his knee. He had three good scrapes but the worst was his knee. It’s amazing how looking at it can take you back to your own scrapes. I remember exactly what it felt like and I felt so sorry for him. I’m so glad it happened while we were still close to the car and daddy. Just as I remember the pain of a scrape I remember how trying to sleep with one hurts. Owen woke up a couple of times during the night because his knee hurt. He moves SO MUCH in his sleep and of course he rubs it and irritates it. He is still sleeping right now though, so we are in good shape. He had a very active afternoon and by the time we put him to bed he was so exhausted he fell asleep in less than 30 seconds. Ivan too, went to sleep very easily last night, but woke up a couple times in need of pacifier.

We had decided that instead of going anywhere (we had two very nice invitations out) on Easter Sunday we would just stay home and relax. We had a very nice afternoon. It was so nice outside Kris and I sat on the deck and let Owen play outside and Ivan slept in the pack-n-play. The neighbor boys were out playing and Owen joined them. We soon realized they had company too and Kris and I discussed making Owen come in, but Sherri was soon out there snapping pictures of him and involving him in everything they were doing. This sort of got us involved too. We got some really cute pictures of Easter Egg hunting. It was really funny because we ran into the house to look for something for Owen to put eggs in, a basket, a bucket, something…Kris asked me something like “would this work?” and I said, “I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.” He stopped…”You’ve never been on an Easter Egg hunt?” No…we celebrated Easter of course but the Easter Bunny ranked up there with Santa Clause and Halloween in my parent’s book of Holiday Holiness and we had excommunicated him long ago. So…Easter did not represent candy, gifts, egg hunts or pictures with big furry rodents to me and I had never participated in the pagan ritual of the Easter Egg Hunt. (Sarcasm Intended) I am warming up to the notion and will soon be completely taken in by the charm of the hunt for pastel eggs. Owen loved it.