Grandma!

Grandma was nice enough to come visit us during her Spring Break.  The kids were super excited, as always.  So, we decided to make signs and wait for her at the airport.  I didn't manage to get a picture of Blake with her sign, but here's Wyatt.

The kids had all sorts of fun with Grandma here.  They took walks, played in the back yard and Blake even picked lunch in Billings twice - Buffalo Wild Wings...both times :)  I didn't have much of a chance to get many pictures (more on that in a bit), but here are a couple I did capture.

Well, you might remember a few posts ago that I had mentioned that I'd been dealing with some sort of recurrent UTI since November.  I'm not 100% sure what the heck is going on; but when I finally got my hands on all the lab results from these supposed UTI's, I noticed that only a couple actually showed bacteria in my urine (what I thought the definition of a UTI was).  So, I still went in to see a urologist and he agreed that these episodes (which mainly consisted of nausea, occasional headache and some flank pain - I don't get the typical UTI symptoms even when I really do have one) were probably not all true UTI's.  He still went ahead and ordered a CT of my kidneys just to check things out.  Turns out the kidneys are fine, but he found a "spot" on my liver that he thought needed further investigation.  So, he got ahold of my GP who ordered an abdominal ultrasound.  The ultrasound results showed the spot as well, but it was inconclusive - still needed further investigation.  My GP then ordered a MRI with contrast which I had scheduled for when my mom was here to help.  When I called to get those results (literally minutes after having my face biopsied - don't ask...it'll just make this long story even longer), he said that we needed to do a biopsy because it did not look like a cyst or a hemangioma, which were the options we were hoping for - both benign.  The other option was a tumor, which could still be benign, but also ran the risk of being cancer.  My mom was nice enough to reschedule her flight home and stuck around to help out while Bob took me in to have a liver biopsy done.  Good news is that it's a hepatic adenoma (benign), but the radiologist who read my MRI happened to be the same doc that did the biopsy.  Before doing the biopsy he told me that he thought it was a hepatic adenoma, that it was 5 cm (close to 2 inches) and that removing it would likely be the next step.  They can spontaneously rupture, and from what I've read, they run a small risk of becoming malignant.  Anyway, I'll go chat with my gastroenterologist soon; and I should know the final verdict at that point.  I just thought I'd give everyone an update now that we seem to have a solid answer as to what it is.  Seriously, rarely a dull moment around here these days.

With Grandma here to hang out, the kids could have cared less if I was in the hospital or not - thankfully.  They were thoroughly entertained and had plenty of popsicles :)

We also managed to dye some Easter eggs. The kids had a blast.

 HAPPY EASTER!!!

Miscellaneous March

I'm still playing a little catch up here, so this post should get us caught up on most of March. Blake and Wyatt have this new little game where they create their own "swimming pool" in our living room.  The pool consists of taking couch cushions off the couch, placing them on the floor and covering them with a blue quilt. The kiddos jump off of the diving boards (AKA the couch and/or chairs).  Here's Wy-Guy right after a belly flop off of the chair.

 Blake prefers to jump off of the couch.

Daddy took the kids out to the park one day and snapped this cute pic.  It's been pretty windy around here lately.

Poor Wy-Guy has had a rough year.  His tally for the year is now up to four different episodes of being puking sick, an ear infection, croup twice, survived norovirus and we've recently discovered that he's probably allergic to oranges (his Great-Grandma is allergic to them and Bob was when he was little).  During our fun with the norovirus, Wyatt would get diarrhea so bad (and for weeks at a time).  So, I would try to let him wear his big boy uns, or "Man panties" as he calls them, to give his raw bum a chance to air out a bit. I couldn't resist posting a pic of my little man in his underwear :)

 Two tuckered out kiddos recovering from sickness

At least the kids bounce back fairly quickly.  As soon as the sickness was over, they were quick to convert their "puke buckets" into helmets.

 Maybe Blake should have worn her helmet longer...

...Wy-Guy strikes again - ugh!  Poor Blake took a hair brush to the eye courtesy of her generous little brother.  I have been working like crazy trying to tame this wild man, but he is ALL boy.  He turns everything into a weapon.  Thankfully, he is usually just pretending, but Blake's black eye is proof that he often takes "pretending" a little too far.  Needless to say, Wyatt is very familiar with the word 'sorry' and has served more than his fair share of time outs.

Catching Up on February

All right, so I am finally getting caught up with pictures from February. I also have a bunch of Wyatt stories to tell and just one for Blake, so I'll try to lace them in between the pics to make this look less wordy.

 

Wyatt really likes watching Cars and Cars 2.  The other day I was in the kitchen, and I heard Blake say, "Holy shit, well...I have a hard time saying that."  It took me a minute to realize what she meant to say was, "Holly Shiftwell (character from Cars 2).  I have a hard time saying that."

 

After we had gotten some snow, Daddy loaded the kids up in the sled he uses to haul his ice fishing gear out on the ice and took them for a ride around the back yard.  No, the kids are not overdressed.  I would say Bob is under dressed compared to the normal person :)

 

Wyatt has become quite the chatter box in the last couple months and has no problem speaking his mind.  He used to love to walk up to me, point to his rear end, and say, "Mom, big ole poop" any time he had filled his drawers.  One day, he busted out, "I'm poopy man!"  Believe me, there is never a dull moment with this kid around.

Since Wyatt had become so proud of announcing his bowel movements, I've tried letting him wear big boy underwear a few times.  He calls Spider-Man, "Man"; and he calls underwear, "panties" (he can thank his sister for that one).  So since his underwear have Spider-Man on them, he walks around pointing to his uns saying, "Man panties."

Blake & Wy-Guy playing in the sand box

Blake has been doing really well learning her letters and is even starting to try to spell words on her own.  I found a piece of paper on the floor the other day that read "Frum:  Blake" - at least she's trying.  Here's a card she made for Grandma & Grampy.  She loves drawing pictures and making cards.  Let's just say, picture messaging via phone has saved me a lot of postage.

Unfortunately (for me anyway), Wyatt is starting to show signs of inheriting his daddy's sense of humor.  I thought it was bad enough that Blake had been doing this, but I was wrong.  Wyatt is WAY worse than Blake ;)  We haven't really worked too much on animal sounds with Wyatt, but he does know that the monkey says, "ooo ooo ahhh ahhh."  I was taking muffins out of the oven the other day and Wyatt got a little close.  So, I said, "ooo hot" as I stuck my arm out to prevent him from getting too close.  He looked at me, laughed and said, "Momma, monkey.  Ooo ooo hot hot" and continued to laugh.  Ugh, my crazy little man is becoming a comedian.

Blake in her Valentine shirt from Grandma & Grampy and the skirt I made her to go with it, and her Valentine bulldog, Wyatt.

 As some of you will probably remember, Blake had quite a few words that would come out wrong until she learned to better annunciate them.  You know, britches = bitches, binoculars = knockers, and so on. Well, Wyatt has finally hit that stage.  To most, it's a 'fishing pole' but to my crazy, little Wy-Guy it's a "bitch pole".  You can imagine the fun we've had with this one:

- Pointing to a large fish - "That's big bitch, Momma"
- Pretending to 'smack' me with a fishing pole - "Mack you with my bitch pole"
- When Daddy's out fishing - "Daddy's bitchin'"
- Pointing to a picture of Daddy holding a big fish - "Daddy's big bitch"

Hahahahaha!!!  Although, I will admit; it's a little embarrassing in public.

Blake posing out at the park

 Wy-Guy's photo opp

Otherwise, we've had a pretty boring February.  So, I'll just leave you with one last Wyatt story:

I was watching TV with Wy-Guy, and he pointed to a chicken on the screen exclaiming, "Chicken!"  "What does the chicken say?" I asked.  He looked at me like I was an idiot and stated, "I eat the chicken."