Life and Times of the Sharp Family

As we count down the days to the arrival of our new baby girl, we have been soaking up our last few days as a family of three. I'd have to say with all of the fun summer stuff and one one one time with Bres, life is pretty good for the little man. This weekend was my grandpa Stuart's 77th birthday party and Bres had no shortage of doting family members who set him up in royal style. Check out the Bres-sized lounge chair accompanied by a drink and chips. Oh yes, and a ball for a foot rest. Bres had a great time hanging out with family, running around my grandparents' property and eating lots of Pringles and hot dogs (healthy, I know). The week previous we visited South Haven and Bres had his first Lake Michigan trip. It was so much better than I was expecting. The water was warmer than I EVER remember it being and Bres actually spent a lot of time in it. He found the sand fascinating too. Bres's favorite activities were running from the beach into the water and back, get

We had a bit of a scare last night. Poor Bres had just been so tired and fussy that I finally decided to take his temperature. Now this isn't something I plan on winning the mom of the year award for, but I knew he had felt warm throughout the previous day and figured he was just getting a tooth and he would sleep it off. When I finally did take his temperature under his arm, it was a frightening 102. The kid was burning up and miserable. I gave him some Tylenol and rocked him, but I was sweating just holding him...and those of you who know me well enough know that I can put out a significant amount of sweat. :) I called my mom because I didn't know what else to do (gosh, I hope that my kids don't expect me to know everything someday!) and she said if the fever didn't go down in a half an hour to take him into the ER. Well, it didn't go down, so we loaded him up with his blanket, stuffed frog, and juice and headed to the Oaklawn Hospital eemergency department. When

So one of our new favorite games to play with Bres we've endearingly named the "NO game". Breslin never answers yes to any question you ask him. He recognizes that you're answering him a question, but his response is always a no. In fact, it's quite a whiny, drawn out "noooooooooo". We start by asking him if he needs to go night-night, which is always answered with a hearty "NOOOOO!" Usually after that we can get him to say no to any question we ask.

We went camping as a family over the fourth of July. We have been heading out to Portage Lake for the past three summers with some of our closest friends. Last year we took Bres for a couple of nights. This summer, we decided to take him all three nights. It's a great campground and is just east of Jackson, so it's not far either. I think it's safe to say that the little man adores camping. At the site, he was loving being outdoors, eating camping food, and sitting around the fire. We also headed to the beach a couple times a day for him to swim like crazy. He liked swimming and playing in the sand a lot too. Everything was going just fine until the last night. The first two nights, the little guy was so tired that he just zonked for 10 hours or more in the tent. The last night however, was a different story... I woke up at about 2:30 am to hear Bres wimpering just a little bit in his portable crib on the other side of the tent. I went to check on him, thinking that maybe