Doggie Bag?

Nothing about this day came easily, starting from OPENING our eyes. Opening my eyes, is never easy- but today was especially difficult for my dearest sugar baby. me, struggling to open my eyes, stayed in bed for a extra hour, all while daddy woke up with Juju. He had to pick eye boogies from Ju's eyes, because his eye lashes were fused together. A hour later when I woke, I didn't know anything about the boogie picking, but asked Julian to come closer, because his eyes looked fonky. After hearing what Josh had to do a hour prior, I had a sneaky suspicion of what we were dealing with. I gave it a little while, hoping it was a fluke, or allergies.. but nope.. things only progressively got worse! Strings of gunky, fonky covered his eye ball, and began weeping out the corners. After hearing his pedi couldn't see him, we went to the optometrist, for the walk in hours. talk about a night mare to do alone with two cranky, kids who missed their naps. After sitting there for two hours we were finally seen, and sure enough, Julian has pink eye in both eyes. we came home, both boys lounged, as well as myself. Daddy came home early this Friday, thankfully... and we ordered out,  since dinner never jumped out the freezer to cook itself. humppsh.

Dinner was consumed with lots of whinnying, and eye rubbing. Jai' (tired.. hope that's the only reason) and Ju.. well because he is simply miserable. Nike is spending the night with us, as her lucky 'masters' are in Destin again. :) We love having her, and I have a good feeling she is pushing the boundaries of these non pet owning humans. LOL seeing what all she can get away with. For instance, the empty 'doggie bag' Box was still on the table from our delivery dinner. I was taking a test online, josh and Julian engaged in transformers, and jai asleep.. Julian comes telling us ' come see, some see.. you have to see what the pup is doing..' I don't jump since I am taking a ONLINE timed test.. so im trying to get joshs attention, to tell him to listen to Julian, and sure enough.. Nike was on top the table licking the ketchup and left over fries out the doggie bag. Irony. Guess they don't call it a doggie bag for nothin'.

Then it was bath time.. I threw Jai in first, because poor baby wasn't going to make It much longer... we did a quick bath, with little play time. I turn around to get a towel for him, and little turn right back around to find the water brown and full of poop. BLAHHHHHHHHHH. had to drain, wash tub, rewash baby.. and then try all over again to get him down for bed. By now he is a basket case, and wanting his BAAAAAAAAAA-BAAAAAAAAAAAAA(bottle).. at which he wasn't in fact receiving for the first time in a year! This was the planned weekend to break the baby of the bottle. .. SOooo said prayers, and into bed with his CUP. walk out. silence.. 5 minutes later, crying. more crying. Not screaming, not a in pain cry.. but the 'im annoyed. Come get me' crying. I assumed it was because of the bottle thing.. so I wait a minute before jumping to go sooth him. just to walk in and see he's got his leg stuck in the slacks of the crib. Poor babyyyy! Of course this is the first time this happens, so I wouldn't have ever thought that's why he was crying. I simply felt awful!

ANd.. that wasn't the end of the crying for the night. More, because then Julian needed more drops for his eyes, which he says hurts, burns and itches. Poor bubba... but his little eyes look awful, and need to get better.. so we do what we have to do to nurse him to good health...2 books and snuggle later.. both kids are finally asleep...leaving two tired parents, with headaches, and who want nothing more than bedtime themselves.

so. Goodnight. :)