"I am going to be sick forever"

"I am going to be sick forever." That has been my saying, or motto if you'd  like to call it that, the past couple days.  I only say that because of the mere fact that I absolutely hate being sick, and the thought of what it is like to be healthy, running around, eating anything, smiling, laughing, seems so very, VERY, opposite of what I have been feeling and such a far catch from where I currently reside.   

Patrick, Jonah, and I have all managed to catch the stomach bug. I truly imagine this bug having had pitched a tent in our stomach's, with mere intension to stay awhile and make our lives a living 'you know what'. I know he's in there, (yes, I've given the bug a gender) making himself a home, having lit a fire(the only vision I can have when pains deepen from any food substance) and laughing,  "Bwa HA HA's" while I dwell in misery.  I guess my imagination is still within reach, so I have ONE small aspect of me not affected. Still that leaves the game a far cry from a win.  Sarah: 1, bug of misery: a million.

To say this stomach bug is dreadful is an understatement.  This is awful.  The kind of awful where your body feels like you have been dragged through the most excruciating workout--your muscles throb with no relief. The type when you find yourself tilting your head back for air in attempts to escape waves of nausea. The kind of awful where you reach for anything remotely cool, whether it be the clammy bathroom floor, coldness of the sheets, or in my case, the crisp drink of Gatorade sitting a foot away on my bed stand that I cannot manage to get enough energy to reach for.  

What hurts my heart is that Jonah has endured the same agony that Patrick and I have.  How he managed to crawl around and 'play' for small periods of time is beyond our comprehension.  No wonder his appetite is non-existant, he's had his share of tantrums, and has carried an irritable temperament.  I don't blame him. He's developed this quiet, though high pitched, whimpering sigh that I have learned to be the cries of, "I don't feel good, Mommy." I fully defend that cry now, knowing what it feels like. I wish more acts of comfort were given on my part those days before Patrick and I were hit with this agony. 

I did, however, manage to wake up this morning with some slight bit of relief.  What was once  a continuous headache, now comes and goes.  I can actually walk around my home without feeling waves of nausea. Jonah managed to eat some oatmeal and yogurt this morning, and I think the blunt of it all for Patrick has passed.  So the thought that, "I am going to be sick forever" is slowly diminishing.  Visions of the bug being waterlogged with Gatorade dance in my head.  And the thought of being healthy, running around, laughing, and smiling is something I have learned to not take for granted.  

Prayers go out to anyone whom this dreaded stomach flu has hit.  If I have not described enough-- it is awful and our family fully understands your pain.  There is hope at the end, and I promise, as Patrick has reassured me several times, "You will NOT be sick forever." 

Ahh...the joys of normalcy are in site.

fondant.....my new favorite craft

So, I made and decorated Jonah's little 6 inch cake this past week for his birthday party.  I did not make the adorable topper(I purchased that from a cute cupcake shop on Etsy--you can view her shop here.) However, I did do all the fondant work covering it.  Rolling and kneading the fondant out, smoothing it, and making sure there were no imperfections on or around it...boy was it hard work!  They don't tell you on those cake shows ('Cake Boss' anyone?!) how difficult it is!  That being said....I think it turned out pretty good!  (Of course, my mom helped out with the piping the first go-around-but still) I also have to admit that I did a trial run the week before to see what fondant was all about.  So, up until today I had made two fondant covered cakes---successfully!!

That being said, I was given the opportunity to make another cake this afternoon for fun! My good friend, Danielle, told me she was craving some of my yummy fondant.  I of course took the opportunity to  go at it with my handy new skills.  

This is what I have to show for it..  ---------->>

I've decided my new favorite 'craft' is cake decorating..at least for now..until I completely bomb the next cake and disappointment sets in.  

Until then..toot toooot! :)

Jonah is ONE

This past Saturday we celebrated Jonah's 1st Birthday.  I had a vision of the perfect 'zoo/safari' themed birthday party and with the help from family and friends it came to life!  My mom came up earlier in the week to help prep the food and decorations.  It turned out just as I had imagined-a great celebration!

 

Several friends and family attended.  We opened presents, witnessed Jonah stuffing his face with delicious chocolate and yellow cake, snacked on festive foods, and most importantly--celebrated the little man himself. 

He's ONE year.  I cannot believe it.  This past year has gone by so fast, and seeing him grow up has been such a blessing.  God knew we needed him as a gift in our lives.  Happy Birthday to my little man, (bubba as I have come to call him), and my sweet, sweet baby boy.

Of course ...my mind is already thinking about next year's party... 

  

the joys of a cupcake

This last Tuesday was Jonah's 1st birthday.  He had his first cupcake...

...we think he liked it. :)

swinging spontaneously

I've been eyeing this swing all winter--I pass it nearly everyday near our home, and anticipate when the weather will be good enough to visit the local park.  Yesterday the sun was shining.   Jonah and I took full advantage of the slight bit of warmth and made a spontaneous stop so he could finally experience 'swinging' and all the fun it has to offer.  Needless to say, he enjoyed 'swinging' and we look forward to many more trips when sunny days come more often.

Jonah's first birthday is just around the corner (3 days to be exact). I say all the time, "I want him to stay little" and secretively do.  But just as time comes and goes, so do the firsts we experience.   I guess that's what I don't want to lose with him as he gets older...the firsts. The first smile, laugh, foods, scoots, steps, or words..I don't want to miss. So even if it was spontaneous, it was well worth it to watch him enjoy the wind blowing and the feeling of freely swinging in mid air.  Hopefully there are many more firsts to come--'swinging' has been happily (and spontaneously) marked off the list.