We leave for Iowa tomorrow to help celebrate a wedding in our family. Nathan is the best man in his cousin Marc's wedding on Saturday. There are three weddings that I know of on Saturday, so I'll be celebrating for all of them in Iowa... and even though I know the two other grooms don't read this blog, I want to say congratulations to them anyway.
Marc Wilcke is marrying Emily Markert of Manson, Iowa. We couldn't be happier for the two of them as they join their lives together (officially, ha) on Saturday. Emily has been through hell and back with TWO lung transplants, and my wish for her and Marc is to have a wedding day that will forever uplift them as a couple. Good luck guys, and congrats.
Back at the home front, I am recovering a bit today from this strange sleepy illness. I've been super tired the last few days... no other symptoms, just really tired (well, okay, a bit emotional too). NO I'm not pregnant. :)
James is a smarty, but if you read this or know this child, you already knew that. Needless to say that when I mention the mall, he thinks of that slimy germ-ridden dirty area called the play area (he refers to it as the playground). "Ooooh, what fun!," he thinks. I casually lucked out today though, since he had a fever yesterday and this morning. I told him that we weren't going to play at the playground since I didn't want his germs to get on the playground and get the other kids sick. Totally true. After I told him that once or twice, I had to remind him a few more times that he was sick and we were only going to two stores really quickly, and that we weren't going to get our germs on the playground. His reply? "Can we just go SIT by the playground?" SMARTY!!!! ;) No, no, we can't. Gotta get home and have lunch. Whew, I lucked out.
Kaitlyn is becoming more and more of a smarty as well. She now recognizes most of what I say and understands most of those words as well. The ones she mainly reacts to are: juice, eat, hungry, snack, cheese, "lovie", kiss, yogurt, bath, bye bye, Daddy, Mommy, hi, "I'm gonna get you!", "We're gonna win" (as we race James up the stairs), and probably several more that I can't think of right now. One word she's deciding not to listen to already? "NO!" :)
James pooped on the potty the other day out of the blue. I was really hoping that maybe that would be the "switch" in his head, but nope, he's still afraid to do it. I just don't get it.
I just remembered a story to jot down. Last night around midnight I awoke to James yelling out "Mommy! Mom!" I raced upstairs to find him standing on his bed and crying out at me with his arms outstretched. He had somehow tangled himself up in his pajama shirt, with it on, but then one arm going through the neck hole. Oooh, how pathetic. I must admit though, I was glad to see this entanglement instead of a puddle of puke on his bed. :) Ha ha ha.
We're very excited to see family in Iowa tomorrow! Watch out, here come the Wilckes!
