The hot baby finally fell asleep just in time for someone to wake him up and poke at him a little more.
Wow, what a weekend! Not to mention the week last week! We have definately had our share of drama! Last Wednesday we had a storm (I guess technically it was a "microburst") and within the first 5 minutes of the rain our power went out. We sat all night wondering when it was going to come back on, the power company kept pushing back the reconnect time and finally at about 8 a.m. we found out the real story, the storm had knocked out 11 power poles in Coolidge and becasue of where the town sits in relation to the reservation (pretty much as close as it can get without being reservation land) there was a giant beaurocratic mess to get the poles removed and replaced. So, we bailed out of town for the day thinking we would be back home that evening. No such luck, it was a bigger mess than they thought. We ended up spending the night with my parents and keeping an eye on the news. It took them 2 full days and the actual night of the storm to finally get power restored to 2300 Coolidge residents. We lost almost everything in our fridge and the house was all musty when we got back home, I'm pretty sure there won't be a credit on the electric bill for inconvenience either. So, since we had such a weird week we decided we were staying home for the weekend.
Saturday morning Ben's buddy Scott came out to the house and they loaded up the dirtbikes and went to play in the desert while Deacon and I attempted to get the house defunked and picked up. Deak had been a little grump all morning and he had woken up with a fever of 102. I had a little panic attack at first and called my mom at 5:30 in the morning to ask what to do (Marx and Maddox hardly ever got sick as babies and fevers terrify me), she of course calmed me down and walked me through what to do and Deacons fever was down quick and he was back asleep. Ben came home around 11 and proceeded to start his relaxing, go nowhere weekend. Deacon was up for just a few hours and slept most of the day, I thought it was a little strange but not completely unusual. Ben and Deacon both took a long afternoon nap and I took the oportunity to scrapbook. I went to get Deacon up from his nap at 5 and he was burning hot, I took his temp and it was 104.8!!! I bolted down the hall simultaneously dialing my mom and yelling for Ben to get up NOW. I quickly told my mom what was happening and strapped Deak into the carseat. I filled his carseat with ice packs and cold waterbottles, gave him the last of the motrin I had and we headed out. he didn't make a peep the whole way to the hospital and I sat in the back with him trying to keep him awake. We got to Casa Grande Hospital at 5:30, I told the nurse his temp and they had him in back before I knew it. he registered 104.9 on their thermometer and they started asking if he had a seizure and talking about what it could be. I was so freaked out, I'd never seen a temp that high and I'd heard about brain damage and seizures brought on by high fevers. His fever started to drop pretty fast and we just had to wait for a doctor to look at him to make sure it wasn't something really bad. Turns out it was just a double ear infection and after a prescription for an antibiotic we were home by 9:30. i had somehow managed to forget my phone in the frenzy to get out of the house so by the time we got home my mom was a little freaked, sorry mom. Deacon is doing fine now, thank goodness. I would prefer not to deal with another ear infection though. I had my fun.
Deacon knows that Papa is a complete and total sucker for every single one of his grandkids, I don't care how old they are. Sometimes I swear my Dad was made to be a Grandpa, he is just what every kid hopes to have in a Grandpa, he lets the kids follow him all over the house, the yard, the garage, takes them all to the park, plays their goofy games that the moms have played so many times we never ever want to lay eyes on again, and don't forget, he will give them treats even when you have told the kid they can't have it. Deacon knew just how to play his cards right and somehow convinced Papa he needed to have some delicious, chocolate dessert. I am thinkin' it really didn't take much, I have uttered the phrase, "It's a damn good thing you are Papa, cuz that would never fly with anyone else!" several times.
Papa hangin' out with Jack and Deacon after dinner and naps and egg dying. I did not get as many pictures as I would have liked, seems like I always remember to pull out the camera too late. There was an Easter Egg hunt after this and the kids all found their baskets but Deacon and I had to go get Ben from work and could not hang out for it! I was sad, it is getting so old and so annoying to have to leave everything early because I have to work around HIS schedule! OK, everybody pray for Ben's tax check to get here so that I can get a newer, more reliable car, and pray that a 2006 Kia Spectra5 with low miles goes on sale in the next few weeks! (yea, I been dreamin!) Then I won't have to work around him anymore and I can leave when I want to!
Miss Charly slept a little later than Will so she got to dye her eggs all by herself (well, with some help from Brook for the dunking and retrieval) , she was quite cute about the whole process.
This little guy is Jack, he is the youngest of the Tuttle grandkids (for a few more months, then he will be bumped out of his spot by my little kicker) and about as cute as a baby gets. He belongs to my brother, Travis and sister in law, Brook. He looks so much like his Daddy it is uncanny, my mom refers to him as "Baby Travis." Pictures of Travis at this age really show it, I can't stand how darling little Jack is, he was a little crabby (his mom would probably say he was a LOT crabby) for the first few months of his life but he has chilled out since he has gotten a little older and he is quite sweet andso fun to have around. I loved that Jack had my Dad laughing so hard, Dad had been tickling Jacks feet and was making him laugh that graeat baby laugh. Don't ya just love babies!
