He is Risen!

Our Easter weekend was spent in Palestine with my dad's family and we had a great time.  Jack somehow remembered that we go fishing with Grandpa and had been talking about it for weeks!  Unfortunately, the fish in Crystal Lake aren't red gooey fish (thank you Mickey Mouse Clubhouse) and don't magically attach themselves to the laughing worm at the end of the fishing pole....but all was made better when he got to do "fast" donuts in the middle of the lake with the trolling motor.  Ah, the life of a 2 year old!  Enjoy the pics!

 I wear my sunglasses at the lake....
 New Spider-man life jacket!  Pretty cool...
 If only Owen would look at the camera!
 Getting ready to fish with Grandpa!
 This picture slays me.  Can you say slide show material???
 The boys heading out!
 Trying oh so hard to convince Aunt Kat that it's time to go swimming.
 The boys.
 The hunter!  In his Woody pajamas. 

 My loves.
Family pictures!!! 

Easter Party Time!

Jack had his first Easter egg hunt today at school and he was so stinkin' cute, I just had to share!!

God is Good

5 traumatic formula changes in 5 weeks to alleviate a possible soy/dairy allergy - check!
reflux sonogram - check!
prevacid  - check!
zantac  - check!
rectal suction biopsy - check!
painful Cdiff bacteria since day 1 (which was more than likely diagnosed as a soy/diary allergy), discovered at 2.5 months - check!
antibiotics that caused constipation - check!
rice cereal in formula from 1 month to help with reflux - check!
realizing at 3 months that rice cereal gives O terrible painful gas and switching to oatmeal cereal - check!
double frenectomy to correct a tongue tie and lip tie - check!
double ear infection - check!
another round of antibiotics that caused gas and constipation - check! 
screaming as if someone was poking him with hot needles any time he was put in the car for the first 3.5 months of his life - check!

Owen's life has been full....FULL of drama.

At this point, today, for now, things are settled.  Owen's a happy and smiling 4.5 month old, who doesn't quiiiiiiiite laugh (the doctor said it's nothing to worry about.....it's just a personality thing......well, that makes me feel better) but is thinking hard about it!  He's doing a great job of learning to fall asleep on his own, and he's adorably flirty!

Owen has required so much patience (sometimes more and sometimes a lot more than I've got) and I've learned about being a parent of a difficult baby.  Jack was healthy and easy.  I knew it in theory, but now I know it in practice. 

I can't tell you how excited I am that we've made it this far!  Where I don't fear leaving the house, or decide not to go to church because I'll just be in the hallway with O the whole time anyways, or saying no to any invitation out, knowing that it would be a disaster waiting to happen.  In the past 4.5 months, our jokes have been about finding a baby boarding school to ship O off to for a few months, leaving him on the front porch until the other parent comes home, and dropping him off at the fire station.  I can look at him today and have feelings of love instead of decisions to love, and I LOVE that, and am so glad we're here. 

This season has been stretching and growing and revealing weaknesses.....and realizing how often I try to fix it on my own instead of requiring the Lord to do it.  Oy.  I'm hard headed.  

God is good, all the time.  He was good when Owen was screaming for all of his awake time.  He was good as we walked into Cook Children's for testing.  He was good when my sweet boy was so frustratingly uncomfortable due to gas pains.  He was good when it would take 1.5 hours to get him to sleep.  He was good when he lead us down the right path to find a correct diagnosis of the Cdiff.  He was good when there was very little happy time in our house.  He was good when we had to decide to love Owen instead of feel it.  He was good when the car was filled with screaming from start to finish. He was good when I was reciting the fruits of the spirit out loud as O was screaming for hours on end to keep myself from falling apart.  He was good when we were kicking trash cans, muttering how annoying O is, and wondering if we'd ever love him as much as we love Jack. And He's good now, when things are easier.  Owen's happier, and God is good.  We're all happier, and God is good.

It didn't always feel like He was good, but he was.  And I know that.  I know that he will use our experiences to walk along side other parents who are starting a walk that we've been down.  I know that he has and will continue to reveal to us ways we are weak in order to remind us where our strength is found. 

The problem with not blogging for a month....

is that there's waaaaay too much to catch up on! I'll try to be concise...

Owen's feeding problems have turned out to not be so much feeding problems but that he had C. Diff bacteria in his intestines!  Fun, right?  Who knows how long it was in there before we found it, I'm just so thankful for the string of events that lead us to our GI clinic where our nurse practicioner ordered a stool sample.  So, Owen was on an anti fungal for 10 days, which took care of the bacteria and.....tada!  Gave3 us out smiling 2 month old tha we knew was in there somewhere!  Thank the Lord.  The second month of Owen's life was quite a struggle.  We changed bottles AGAIN to Dr. Brown and ended up EleCare, which is a hospital grade formula, based on neither soy or milk, to make sure that wasn't what was making him so uncomfortable.  I'm really hoping that in the next month, we can transition off of that onto something milk based, since I'm convinced the C.Diff was the problem, not an allergy.  It's only been in the past few days where we've actually been able to enjoy our little man, and I'm just beyond thankful for that.  Don't get me wrong, he has his baby moments, but he's just not screaming constantly.  So there's that.  
Watching the Bachelorette with Daddy

Owen is a huge fan of the sling, and most of the time, so am I.  It's great to be able to tote the boys around with Owen tucked in and taken care of!  Honestly, how do you shop at Target with two kids?  Especially with one in a car seat that takes up the whole basket?  No idea.  I did it once and you see how it turned out....Jack was packed in! The times when it's hard is when he will NOT go to sleep unless he's in the sling.  And then it's only a pain because I can't do exactly what I want to do.....which is basically the whole premise of motherhood.  Right?
 All tucked in while Mama makes chili

He's also really liking the Bumbo lately!  And so it Jack.  :)

Jack is hystarical still, and I'm loving the two's.  This month was tough on him with Owen being so high maintenance.  Still, every time I pick him up from somewhere, weather it's school, church nursery, or one of the grandma's, first thing he asks me is, "Baby Owen sad, Mama?"  But he's a trooper, and has made it through.  Again, watched WAY too much Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but survivde.  In fact, about 90% of all of the adorable catch phrases he uses are from MMC!

 Saaaaad day when Jack's first guitar broke.

I think it might need to be framed.  I mean, it was a $15 guitar from World Market, but it was his first love!  Don't worry, it's already been replaced and Jack didn't skip a beat.  He loves to direct his band....which included anyone in the room.  If you're here for a visit, go ahead and assume that at some point, you will have an instrument in your hand and you will be directed to play.  One morning we got home from church and I was getting everything ready for family dinner when Jack grabbed his guitar and started singing this:
It took us a while to figure out that he was singing I Am Bound For the Promised Land, which we'd sang in church that morning!  Little sponge.

Jack also started saying "I love you, too!" whenever we say I love you, which is absolutely heart-melting.  Seriously.  I die each time.

There are many more things I'm sure I would have blogged about if I'd been keeping up, but those are at least the high points!