Easton

Easton got a cold a couple days ago. Last night at about 10 p.m. he woke up crying. I went and checked on him and he was really hot and breathing heavily. Cory and I gave eachother the usual, "what do we do?" look. We decided to just see how he was through the night and then take him into the doctor in the morning. So, I rocked him in the chair and finaly got him to sleep for a bit. He seemed to be doing fine. At about 2 a.m. I was so tired and went to ask Cory if we could switch shifts. I fell asleep and Cory came in at 5 a.m.telling me that Easton's fever was bad and he wasn't able to get a good breath. He was wheezing really bad. Raegan and I are both sick so, I stayed at home with her and Cory took him in to the Banner Gateway Hospital just across the street from us. They took a look at him and decided to get a chest x-ray and do a breathing treatment. They gave him some sterioids to help strengthen his lungs. The breathing treatment worked, thankfully so he didn't have to be admitted. Cory said that Easton flipped getting the breathing treatment done. He kept crying for his mom. When I was giving it to him later in the day, I thought it was funny that he kept crying for his dad. While he was at the hospital, Cory said that he was playing with the nurses. Whenever one would walk in he'd cover his face with his hands and then yell, "Peek-a-boo" or "Hi" really loud. Anyway, tuesdays are the longest day for Cory in school. He goes straight through without hardly a breath. Poor thing is exhausted. My mission today was to just keep Easton happy. Which meant, let the tornado tear the house apart. Which is exactly what he did. Cory called me on the way home from school and said that one of his friends was coming to help give Easton a blessing. Although the place was an absolute mess, I was so grateful to have that for my little guy. In the middle of our disaster apartment, I sat on the chair and held Easton while Cory and his friend gave him a priesthood blessing. Peace filled the room. And peace fills my heart thinking about it. I am so blessed, as imperfect as I am, to be where I am in life and to have what I have. This experience turned out for the best and will keep going that direction. Thank you to friends and family who have been there for me today. I am blessed.

I love how he always crosses his feet.

Yes, those are my ginormous shoes he's wearing.

He put them on all by himself.

Best way to entertain a two-year old.

 Opening and shutting the pantry door yelling, "peek-a-boo".

 He took all of these plates apart and then stacked them back together, over and over.

 He didn't like my meatballs and rice. It's okay, bud. I didn't like them either.