Snotty Noses, Pee and Oxi-Clean, Oh My!

This week has gotten away from me. I came down with a cold that snuggled up and moved into my sinuses. Based on the way my face feels I don't think it plans on moving out anytime soon. I am hoping the Z-Pack I am chucking down will persuade the snot to hit the road. Sayonara sinus infection!

My snotty face is super generous and shared it's germiness with Jack who is now snotty-nosed with a cough and running a fever. He missed school today, which also included a Brag Night for his class. Since I am a rookie to this whole elementary school thing, I am not even sure what we missed at Brag Night but I know Jack was really disappointed he couldn't bring Jay & I to school to talk about his classroom and all the fun learning he does there (which really means he would show us his favorite toys in the play center and his favorite bug books in the reading corner.) I am really bummed we had to miss it. 

I am hoping Joey doesn't catch what we are carrying because a simple cold for him usually means around the clock nebulizer treatments. I am hoping that sinus surgery paid off and his nose and face stay clear. It is still way too soon after the whole thing for me to learn it wasn't anything but a success.


Let's talk about Sugar. Sweet, sweet Sugar! Our amazingly adorable puppy who is actually some sort of fur covered pee sprinkler. Who knew that puppies could actually spray pee like some sort of faucet while you are carrying them? Not this girl. All I know is when you buy a puppy you should also get a year's worth of paper towel thrown in for free because OHMYGOD THE PEE! I know I haven't had a puppy in almost 12 years, but I have never seen anything so little carry so much freaking urine.

If you look at her and smile, she tinkles. If you talk to her in a happy voice, she really tinkles. If you yell at her for tinkling, she straight up pisses, usually on my foot/shoe. When I walk in the door and she is happy to see me, she wiggles her little apple bottom around, nubbin' wiggling, pee sprinkling everywhere! 

She is the cutest little pee-filled fur ball I have ever been peed on by. Really, we are loving her even with her razor sharp teeth and pee sprinkling!


Perhaps this conversation between Jack & I should tell me something. This is a real conversation that took place during lunch yesterday - right after he spilled a big glob of yogurt on his pants.

Jack, is that yogurt on your pants? (in a frustrated, I am sick and need a nap voice.)

Mommm! It was an accident. Is it going to stain?

I don't know Jack, I need to wash it.

Well, Mom you need to get Oxi-Clean!

No, Jack, I don't need Oxi-Clean. I need a boy who sits at the table facing forward so he doesn't spill on himself.

It's like you don't even want to get the tough stains out.

Seriously? This conversation happened word for word. Is this a sign my kid watches too much TV? Also, why in the hell are there Oxi-Clean commercials on Cartoon Network and Nick Jr? I already have a mother to yell at me for doing the laundry wrong, I don't need my 6 year old critiquing me.

Regular TV programming is fired and On Demand and Netflix are going to get to take over as babysitter during my his"quiet time." Take that, Oxi-Clean.


We have a busy weekend coming up with Jack's first T-Ball game (as the Marlins) on Saturday and another Flag Football game (on the Bears) on Sunday. As much as I love the sports and watching him play, I am starting to feel the pain of having my weekends revolve around kids sports.

I hope the two of us are better before his big game(s)! He needs to be feeling 100% and I need to have my cheering voice in tip top shape. He is a royal pain in my ass, but I adore watching him play. I am his biggest fan and quite the cheerleader.

Go Marlins, Go Bears, Go Away Snot!

Four Years Ago

I wonder if it is normal, or healthy, to count the anniversaries of the day you lose a loved one. It seems like it isn't, but still no matter how busy our lives are or what the day holds I still remember this day, the one four years ago anyway, when we lost him.

I remember the call and my screams Noooo. I remember begging Jason to tell me he was lying to me, playing some sort of sick practical joke on me instead. I remember the hospital room and his stillness and the feeling of complete unrealness, I know that's not a word but that is what it was, unreal. I remember trying to will him, with my mind, to wake up and talk to us. I wanted him to sit up and tell us it was a scare but not to worry because he was back. I kept staring at him, hoping and praying, dying a little inside for him to just open his eyes.

Four years ago today he left us faster and more suddenly than any one of us could have prepared for. There was no chance to make any wrongs right, to say things left unsaid or to tell him how much we loved him and how we wished he wouldn't go.

Four years ago he was just gone, taken from us forever.

I don't want to count down the weeks and then days as they approach this date every year. I don't want to remember this. I want to remember his laugh and the way he talked to my boys. I want to hear his grumbling and weird noises. I want to see him walking around the living room with his pants pulled up too high just to get a laugh out of us. I want to hear him make fun of me and call me Cheese one more time. I want him to know Jack and Joey as the big boys they are growing up to be. I want him to walk his daughter down the aisle this fall when she gets married. I want.....

I want so much I can't have back.

I know time heals, and we have in so many ways. The double edged sword is time doesn't let you forget. I have so many happy memories and then I have the final memories that are haunting. I miss him so much, not just today but most days. I miss him at the most random of moments, most pertaining to my boys. I believe he is with us in some way, no matter what we are doing.

Today was Jack's first flag football game and as I watched him lining up in his 3-point stance on the line, yelling hut, hut, hike, I missed him so much I could hardly swallow it down. It sat like a lump in my throat. He would have been Jack's biggest fan today at the game. I am sad at all he is missing in our lives.

He was a man that was larger than life when he was living. He is remembered because of that. We will miss him forever and remember him always.

Introducing Sugar

I am happy to introduce you to the newest member of the Krausfeldt family, Sugar!
She's 8 weeks old and probably one of the cutest things I have ever seen. She goes by Sugar Britches, Lil' Britches, Sugar Bear, Sugar Pie, Shuggs, or just plain Sugar. (note: she has no idea what her name is and since we seem to call her a million different things there is a good possibility she will never know her actual name.)

Sugar is a Rottweiler and will grow to be a big dog (100+ pounds.) Before anyone gets all nuts that I have a Rottweiler and start in with the oh my God, aren't those dogs mean? Won't they eat your kids? kind of questions, let me remind you that we've had this breed of dog before. No, they aren't mean or at least any meaner than any other dog could potentially be and they are actually very smart, loving and loyal dogs. I understand we aren't always the world's greatest parents, but I assure you we would not have a pet that might eat our children. Besides, Sugar is too busy trying to eat the 12 pairs of Crocs in my house to even be concerned with eating my stinky children.

We brought her home on Saturday morning and it has added to the already insane craziness that has been going on in my house. As I mentioned, Joey had surgery last week and although everything went well the recovery has been rough and he is still not feeling well. He has not been sleeping well and since Sugar's least favorite place is her crate, her cries have meant none of us are sleeping well! Joey has been thrilled to have Sugar here to snuggle with and the two of them are in a competition for who can whine the loudest. Fun times!

Puppies are like babies and I am not sure which is easier at this point. Babies have the fact that they wear diapers going for them but puppies usually come out on top because you can out them in cages and leave them! I will say I never had to leave my warm house to change / nurse a baby in the night and I have never spent so much time in my backyard as I have in the last 48 hours. If peeing were a sport, Sugar would be an Olympic pee-er. I feel like I am taking her out every 10 minutes.

I am hoping she gets used to the fact that she has no momma or siblings to snuggle with anymore and gets used to the comforts of her crate so her cries at night will become less and less. Until then, we are all sleeping with pillows over our heads, when we are sleeping at all.

The boys already adore her. I assure you this will change the minute she eats their Legos, so sometime next week. We are so happy to have her and can't wait for the fun times ahead (aka poop cleaning and dog training!)

Forever & Ever

The topic of marriage has randomly come up several times in the last few days. First, a huge shout out to my dear friend and sister from another mother, Kristie Cozzi on her engagement. I don't think I have ever been more anxious for someone to get engaged, beside myself, than her. I couldn't be happier for her and her fiance Chris.

The wedding talk started when Jason and I were talking to another couple that are really good friends of ours. We were discussing marriage, or more specifically getting married, and that was when the question was asked. Would you guys still be married if you didn't have kids? We were all laughing and joking and the mood was light-hearted, but then they (our friends) both said, rather bluntly and honestly, that they wouldn't be. They admitted if they didn't have their kids they would most likely not be married anymore. I was shocked, kinda, I mean these friends are always talking about how they dislike each other and teasing one another. I always believed they were just joking and I am guessing they still were kidding, but maybe a little bit of that was the truth coming out.

I just assumed they were making jokes about being married like 95% of married people do. The wives complain about how the husbands do nothing around the house and the husbands complain about how they never have sex or get blow jobs. This is just what married couples do.

When our friends asked us this question, I answered quickly and honestly that yes, I would want to be married, no matter what. Kids or no kids, I would want to spend the rest of my life waking up next to my husband. Forever. 

I am happily married. I love my husband. I know, that seems obvious to say but, maybe it's not. I know people stay in unhappy marriages for all sorts of reasons, kids probably topping the list, but I guess I just can't understand why. If you wouldn't want to be married to your partner without kids, why do you want to be married to them with kids? The marriage part of the relationship is somewhat separate from the family aspect, in my opinion anyway.

Then on Monday at work a few of the girls I work with were talking and one said she doesn't know anyone that really loves being married, except me. Once again the question of would you still be married if you didn't have kids came up and surprisingly all three of the ladies I was talking to said they didn't think they would. When I stated that I would, they asked me didn't I miss going out and flirting or going home with whoever? One girl actually said, "Don't you miss doing the walk of shame?" I explained to her that the reason you go to college is to do the walk of shame and truthfully, after a while aren't you kind of like, damn, I wish I had a ride?

Why is it when you are single you want a boyfriend / girlfriend more than anything and then when you get one, you want nothing more than to be single? It is the whole grass is always greener concept, when in reality if you just water your own grass, it would be green too. You get what you put in.

I can't imagine not being married to Jason. I loved college and the fun of flirting and walk of shames just like anyone else. Now I just love getting the ride home.

P.S. Tomorrow morning my sweet-faced boy goes in to have his surgery. If you could keep him in your good thoughts, we would greatly appreciate it. xoxo