2 weeks ago Garett bought some hummus opened it and had just a little. Sunday after church Garett gets said hummus out to snack on while making lunch. I had a few bites but was already not feeling great, where as Garett ate the rest of the container. 2 hours later Garett is complaining of stomach ache. 3 hours later we head off to a small get together with friends with neither one of us feeling great. Sunday night Garett gets a fever and the chills. Since I am prego and have pills for this sort of thing, I feel good enough to get our boys to bed. 3 in the morning, Garett can't sleep and is on the computer---sure enough, Hummus can cause food poisoning. Monday Garett is on the mend but no where near feeling good. I am sicker then I have ever been in my life, which is saying a lot since what I have been going through lately. Not even drugs help out. It is early Tuesday morning and I can't sleep, partly because I feel asleep at 8 pm.
So what does all this mean.....
1. Guilt. Yep, I have huge guilt. You see, Garett is an amazing husband and he has truly been running the house and serving me night and day but 2 weeks ago when I was having appendix pain before we found out it was appendix pain, Garett was stressed out because school was starting and he had a lot of other things going on. Let's just say he was not the nicest to me on that day as I was dying. So I said a little prayer asking that he somehow learn to have a little more sympathy. I mean the guy can't even remember the last time he felt sick. My prayer was answered this weekend and I feel a little bad, but I can't tell you how many times Garett said he is sooooo sorry I feel so sick all the time!
2. It also means that we really are not planning on having anymore kids. We won't write it in stone but for sure writing it in permanent ink!!
Since Rachel had her $12,000 appendectomy surgery a couple weeks ago (fortunately we already met our deductable this year) they wanted to get her in for an early ultrasound to make sure baby was doing good. Since she is just 12.5 weeks along we couldn't tell the sex yet, so we will keep you posted on that. Her due date is still March 21st. 
Spencer is 2. He talks like he is 3. His favorite color is Camo. He has a camo blanket that he demands he sleeps with. His favorite food is cheese and candy. His favorite toys are cars or whatever Preston is playing with. He loves the idea of watching a movie but never watches for longer then 5 min. He gets super mad when Preston eats all of his pretend ice cream and there is no more to make. He hates putting on Pull Ups even if it is just at nap and bed, we now have to call them Calvin Kliens underwear (thanks Lance) to trick him. It doesn't always work. He prefers going Commando( too much info) and loves wearing anything Jean. He hates nursery but want to go to preschool. He thinks his name starts with "P" but sounds like "S". He loves to play in mommy's bathroom and do his hair and has done Preston's hair for church a few times. He love, love, loves books and will read to himself. He has the world's smallest bladder. He loves playing fireman (Woo Woo) and saving mommy from burning up. His favorite friends are Preston and anybody smaller then him to beat up and pick on. He gives the best kisses. He prays for silly grandpa that picks his nose. He hates when he crys and crys and crys.
