I will just go ahead and admit that I am pretty much horrible about updating my blog on a regular basis. I have good intentions, really I do…but, life just gets in the way. Work, a kid, a hubby, a household to run. If I have a choice between a hot bath or updating the blog, I choose bath.
Owen woke up yesterday morning with a cough. Kind of a gross-cough, but no fever and he was still running at 100%. As of last night after dinner, he was sitting next to Daddy on the couch, coughing and tugging at my heart strings. He was restless last night, although he slept good. By this, I mean he slept for long stretches of time, but when he did wake up, it took him quite a while to get back to sleep. So, Sean is home with my little boy today. Sean just called, and I heard Owen just coughing up a storm in the background, telling Daddy in his raspy little voice he wanted a different fork. The child slept until 9am. As in, 3 hours later than he usually sleeps on the weekends. So, this definitely tells me he’s not feeling his normal self. Poor little guy.
This weekend, Mom, Taylor, Jianna and I went to the Outlet Malls in Vacaville. Owen got some sweet little clothes for fall/winter. The most precious little outfit is a pair of train conductor-looking overalls. They are very Thomas the Train, except they are Osh Kosh brand. So cute.
One of my dearest friends, Dana, passed away in April. I dream of her often. I would say at least once a week. The dreams involving her are the only ones I remember, though. I hadn’t seen Dana in years, yet I dream of her weekly. In my dreams, she is always so happy. In the dream I had 2 nights ago, she was at a huge reunion with our friends from middle school. She had a tattoo on her right shoulder on her back. It was a flower and a koi fish. It was so colorful, and she told me she’d design a tattoo for me. I somehow feel this dream was her way of designing a tattoo for me. I don’t know what it all means. Perhaps I’m crazy, but I think it’s her way of communicating to me, or trying to give me messages to pass on to her family. I firmly believe that dreams are real, and are a way to communicate. I don’t know what it means. I don’t know why I’m having the dreams. But, I’m sure there is a reason….I miss you, Peeps.