Poor sick baby....

So, Gavin is sick, which sucks because 1. I hate seeing my kids sick and 2. I'm missing even more work. We went to the doctor yesterday because I wanted him swabbed for strep since Sean had it last week, which luckily came back negative, but led us into Unknown Virus-land. So, he's being dosed around the clock with Motrin until we can get the fever to totally break. He sleeps like crap at night, which is killing James and I, but at least he's taking a nap next to me in bed right now. Sean is also home with me today because he's better at entertaining Gavin than I am. LOL. They've been fighting and irritating each other, along with their few and far-between sweet moments. Right before naptime, they both crawled up into my lap (so, I technically have all three of them in my lap :)), and Gavin started going in for a kiss on Sean. I don't know if anyone knows this, but Gavin looooooooooves to give kisses, but usually his kisses for Sean result in him getting pushed over with a "No baby, don't do dat" from his adoring older brother. LOL. So anyway, they're both sitting there kissing each other back and forth, and then Sean taught Gavin how to eskimo kiss. Awwww...such sweet boys that are hiding under the mean-ass exteriors. :)

The Library

Let me preface this by saying- Sean has recently (within the past year) acquired a love for books. He loves to look at them, touch them, and have someone read to him (he hasn't quite perfected that skill :)). Also, for those of you who aren't around here in real life, Sean has a little speech issue that we're hoping to fix with tonsil surgery next month, which can make him hard to understand sometimes. So, last night, after I had read his books to him and turned off his lights and given him 15 bedtime kisses, I heard him yelling for me. I went back in there, and he started telling me about a stomach hurt and a caterpillar and a whole bunch of other stuff that I didn't quite catch because he was talking so fast. Then, I realized that he was talking about "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" by Eric Carle. He really loves most of Eric Carle's books, but most especially, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. After listening to him describe the book to me, I got him to finally stop talking and go to sleep by promising to go to the library tomorrow (today) and get him his "Catpiller" book. I thought he may have forgotten about it this morning because ya know...he's 3 and all, but as we were walking out the door to go to the babysitter's house, he starts talking about going to "Libary for Catpiller". I don't know how many of you have tried to reason with a 3 year old before, but getting them to understand that the library doesn't open till 10 a.m. is about as easy as trying to teach me Calculus. It ain't happenin'. And of course, we have to drive by the library in order to get to R's (the sitter). This led to an all-out temper tantrum about his book and not being able to go to the library, which was annoying because it's a temper tantrum, but at the same time, it made me smile a little. I *love* that he loves books this much- it makes me feel great that I've got a little bookworm because I'm a total nerd myself. I have always loved to read, and to see Sean have gotten that from me (because really, James is a nerd, but not of the book-reading kind), it feels like I've got a little kindred spirit. Hopefully, his love for books will continue for a long, long time and that's something we can continue to share as he gets older (although, I doubt he'll dig reading a sappy Danielle Steele book as much as I might LOL). Oh, and I totally went to the library on my lunch break (I know, I know bedrest...) and got his book and a couple to keep me company for a few days :)

And so it begins...

After debating for a few weeks about starting a blog and whether it was too self-indulgent (because really, who doesn't like talking about themselves??), I bit the bullet and just did it. I guess I'll make this my intro post for you people who either don't know me or only know me as your trusty "Board Leader" on BZ. Obviously, I'm Hayley- the birther of the all the boys and the queen of our humble little abode. I'm 23 and I work out of the home (except right now, I'm at home, bedresting but working from home) for a big company that has nothing to do with my degree. My job is just that...a job. I would prefer to be home with my boys, but alas, it isn't looking likely at the moment.
My hubby is James, and really, as much as I (will) bitch about him, he's pretty damn great most of the time. He wrangles the boys and puts up with me, so there isn't much more I could ask for. Our oldest is Sean, and he turned 3 a couple of months ago. He's a silly, sweet, and super smart little dude. He loves bugs, trains, airplanes, books, and his Mama. He's much more laid-back than his little brother, but that doesn't stop him from being a hell-raiser most of the time.
Gavin , who just turned 1 last month, is our second son, and is our little cling-on. He pretty much likes to irritate Sean and sit in mine or James' laps. He looks like a little cherub with his bright red hair, but don't let that fool you, people- the child is a tantrum-throwing machine.
Our as-yet-unborn third child is (tentatively) named Finn. He should be here sometime around the end of October, but if my blood pressure doesn't calm itself down, the doctor may have other plans for him. This is why I get to have lots and lots of doctors appointments and take tons of pills every day and I'm supposed to be keeping my happy ass in bed- just to see if we can continue to buy time to let Finn grow.
After Finn is born, James gets to be rendered sterile because I'm afraid these three boys in 3 years (so much for PCOS, and possibly never having kids..) may just drive me to the looney bin. And for all you our there that will ask, it sure would have been nice to have a little girl, but I know that I'm supposed to have these three little boys and wouldn't trade them for all the girly clothes, names, and drama in the world :)