I got my baby back

Well, my little Cashy is back to normal today. Thank goodness! Since last week he's been running a fever and been soo sad all the time. His gums were all red and puffy. I just assumed he was teething, bad, as I stated in the last post. I suddenly understood all the horror stories about teething. Holy crap, it was worse than I ever thought it would be. Poor little guy. Well, I woke up yesterday and he had sores all over his lips, they were cracking and bleeding. I called into work for the first time in my entire life to say (through the tears...I was one freaked out mommy) that I wouldn't be coming in. About an hour after that, it dawned on me that maybe he's not teething at all. He has a mouthful of cold sores. I felt like and idiot dental hygienist mother that I didn't think of it sooner. I should have known after 4 YEARS of schooling on the matter. The doctor confirmed it. Gingivostomatitis. :( He said to just keep doing what I've been doing...tylenol and advil and wait it out.

Well, this morning he woke up happy as can be, he ate a full breakfast for the first time in a week and is running around crazy. That's my Cashy. He's been enjoying his early Christmas present that Jake and I broke down and gave him last night out of pity. An awesome indoor slide. He climbs up it, slides down it, climbs up it, slides down it. Since my camera died, this phone picture will have to do.

He wouldn't hold still long enough for me to get a not blurry pic with my phone...

BIG smile after the wild ride.

Just had to show off my little big foot. :)

Love, love Sundays

Today was ummm, what's the word...rejuvenating . (If it wasn't for spell check that word would be spelled wrong btw.) I just love sundays, they are set apart. Been reflecting on it lots today because of a lovely lesson given in Relief Society today by my brand new neighbor, Ann, whom I adore. It'sjust nice to have a day that is set apart. The TV stays OFF, the house is quiet, all is well. Not to mention we had some fantastic dinner guests, the house smelled like apple cider and the Christmas tree lights were glowing. Good day. I'm ready for Monday, I think.

(I think I'm especially appreciative of this day of rest after such a traumatic few months with the remodel, which I will divulge at a later date. Not in the mood to think about it right now. I'm not kidding when I say traumatic.)

I may not look traumatized...but I most certainly was.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

Well, a lot has happened since my last post. I haven't disappeared, just been super busy renovating a house. I'll do a quick catch up post with the before and afters, once I have a new camera. Mine decided to die last week after being smothered by a 15 month old. Good thing Christmas is in less than a week! Anyway, I promise to be a faithful blogger now that we're settled. Man it feels good to say that...we're settled. :)

Here's a few photos of what we've been up to this holiday season from tree cutting to gingerbread house making. Can I just say how proud Jake was of his leaning "Chapel of Love" gingerbread house? Man, what a good night!! I married an artist. My gingerbread house was already half eaten by the time we pulled out the camera so it wasn't really worthy of a picture.

The Fergy clan at temple square...good looking crew wouldn't you say? :)
Tree cutting day...my favorite tradition! What a face. He tolerated the cold pretty well, I have to say.

The whole crew was there. All 5 of my siblings with 4 spouses, 2 babies, 3 dogs and 2 grandparents. Did I miss anyone? What a day...lots of trees in the bed of the truck. Thank goodness we all had snow shoes. The snow was up to my waist.Our perfect tree...it's a 13 footer! And it fits perfectly in the house. Excellent. All the ornaments are on the top half of the tree to keep them away from Mr. Mischief, but it still looks pretty good I have to say.
Jake's leaning chapel of love, it even has a stained glass window that you can't see. My contribution was licking the candy cane till all the red stripes were gone and it was pointy to make a steeple.
Cash LOVED getting pulled around in the sled. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.


Sledding in my hometown. Bliss. Cashy and Uncle John lookin' good.