The bagel bandit and a crappy medical diagonosis.

I have been feeling really tired and worn down lately and had some other symptoms that made me take a trip to the doctor's office to get checked out. Most of the symptoms were consistant with Diabetes, but I have no family history of that so the doctor said it was really unlikely. He sent me to have some blood work done on Saturday and said he would call me with the results on Tuesday. So I was prepared to wait patiently (or at least patiently enough).

Last night we were at a family gathering for Mark's sister Alyssa's mission homecoming (pictures to come later!) and Mark's aunt, who is a diabetic, said "let me just test your blood sugar". So she poked my finger and tested it, and his 9-year-old cousin (who is also diabetic) looked at the reading and said "Holy crap!" And that was it for me. My blood sugar was almost 500 (which apparently is scary high). At least I am not crazy and there is a reason for the way I have been feeling.

I was really upset and really overwhelmed, but I got a blessing last night and saw a doctor today and I am feeling a lot better about things. It still sucks, but it could be worse. I am so grateful for modern medicine and for the power of the priesthood. The second that Mark and my dad and my brother laid their hands on my head I felt such a calming, peaceful feeling. How lucky we are to have that in our lives! After talking to the doctor today I have decided that I will just learn as much as I can, and do everything I can to stay on top of this, and do the best that I can with it.

So now for the bright spot in my day...After getting home from the doctor and eating no carbs all day (until my blood sugar is lower), I went in my room to take a nap. I laid down and was starting to drift off, when I noticed that my bed smelled like bagels. I thought "Man, I want bread so bad that I am having hullicinations of bagels as I fall asleep!" And then I felt some crumbs under my pillow, and reached under even farther and found THIS under my pillow:

Stashed there by HIM:

Apparently he snuck it while I was at the dr.'s this morning, but I guess I came home too early and caught him in the act, so he had to put it somewhere for safe keeping. Look at that guilty face!!!

Oh well, if I can't eat them at least someone can...just kidding, I took it away from him after I made him pose for a picture - how mean am I? "Here's your bagel...okay, now look at the camera...just kidding, sucka!"

Look who is TWO!!!

Wyatt turned two last week - I can hardly believe it. I can barely remember a time when he wasn't a part of our family. It seems like he has been here forever (those of you who know him will be asking is this a good thing or a bad thing!).

Wyatt, you are a joy and a terror all wrapped up into one cute little boy. Your personality is like a hurricane - when you are happy you have everyone around you smiling and laughing, but when you are mad you can make everyone miserable right along with you! You love to "Roar" at people, and you get so intense while you are doing it that your little body just shakes. You love your big brother and you run around the house yelling "JAX! JAX!" whenever you can't find him. You LOVE movies and cannot understand why we won't let you watch 17 movies a day - I know, we are such mean parents! You are a big mama's boy right now, and even though it sometimes makes me crazy, I love that you love me so much - I wouldn't trade that for anything!

You are strong and determined, and a little bit of a bully (you frequently have much older kids crying at the park/McDonald's/everywhere else). You were pretty sick a couple of weeks ago and you kicked the doctor right in the face when he was trying to listen to your heartbeat - the doctor said that it was a good sign that even though you were so sick you were still fighting. Ha! Little did he know... We are working on helping you harness your powers for good instead of evil :). We love you buddy and (most days) we wouldn't trade you - tantrums and all!

No interest in actually OPENING the presents, but luckily he had a little help. 15 minutes after we gave these to Wyatt, I found Jaxson in the kitchen, playing with them on the kitchen counter (counter = out of Wyatt's reach). I asked why he had Wyatt's new birthday toys, and he said "It's okay, I gave him some other toys to play with". Other toys meaning OLD toys. The perks of being the older brother!

Birthday dinner. Wyatt chose Madagascar plates and an Ice Age Dinosaur cake. Usually, I really like a theme for a party - it is cuter that way! But this year, the theme was WYATT. We had pizza and puffy cheetos (doesn't that sound like a delightful combination?). Even with two of his favorite foods, he chose to eat his fake corn on the cob instead. Which pretty much sums up Wyatt's personality.

When he opened this present, his exact words were "WOW-WHOA-WOW-WHOA-WHOA!" Pretty sure he likes it.

When a present is REALLY awesome, you just have to climb on it.

Blowing out the candles - do you like his cousin Cody being restrained from blowing it out first? I think he managed to do it anyway! It was a fun night and I think Wyatt knew it was his special day (even though he still managed to get put in time out on his birthday - don't judge me until you have spent a couple of hours with this kid!).

We love you buddy - happy 2nd birthday!

Getting too big...

Lately I have been looking at Jaxson and just thinking "Slow down!" I don't want him to get any older. He is at such a fun age and makes our house a happy place. He is so sweet and the stuff that comes out of his mouth cracks up everyday. I just can't believe how fast time is flying and I wish I could just freeze it for a little while!

Sitting on Santa's lap at our ward party. It was a polar express theme so all the kids wore their pajamas and we had breakfast instead of dinner - it was such a fun party! Besides Wyatt's 30 minute tantrum while waiting in line... Jaxson had a huge list of things to tell Santa (none of which he is actually getting - sorry buddy!). He changes his mind everyday but I'm sure he'll love whatever he gets.

Decorating the tree this year, he was trying to put a hook on one of the ornaments and was having a tough time. So all of a sudden he goes

"I can't see anything without my glasses - let me go get them."

And he comes back with these babies. I told him that spider man sunglasses wouldn't actually help, but then he was able to put the hook in and was like "see mommy, I told you I needed them!" How do you even argue with that? I didn't try.