Funny Stuff...

This week, we have pretty much been stuck inside because little man has had pneumonia. My mom came Tuesday to help rescue me, so I was able to get out of the house for church Wednesday night and WalMart yesterday. Honestly though, the week inside hasn't been that bad. I've really enjoyed spending some good snuggle time with my sick little boy and getting a few things done around the house. I had to post a few funny things that my kids have done this week to keep me laughing. Bear with me - since I no longer have the will to scrapbook, this blogging thing is my scrapbook of sorts. One day I am going to print all my posts and make a book with it.

When I picked L up from school Monday, I told her K was sick with pneumonia. The obvious question then: "Mom, what is pneumonia?" I told her it was when you have "stuff" down in your lungs. The next obvious question: "What kind of stuff?" "Mucous", I replied (couldn't think of a better word). And, you guessed it, another question: "Momma, what is mucous?" So I told her. The next morning, my sweet friend Tania came to pick L up for school. She called me right after dropping L and her little girl off at school to tell me what L had said. Oh no. She said she asked how K was doing and L said, "He has pneumonia." Then she leaned over to Tania's daughter, like she was going to tell her a secret and said, "Hey, do you know what mucous is?" I'm sure my adorable little girl has told everyone she knows what "mucous" is.

K's favorite saying comes from Charlie Brown, and it's "Hey, what's going on here?" Surprisingly, he knows exactly when this saying is appropriate. The other night I was bathing the kids and the bathtub drain popped up just a little, which makes this horrible moaning noise. K turned around quickly in the tub and said, "HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" He has also learned a new saying. His new favorite movie is "Madagascar 2". Let me warn you before you buy the movie, there are a few questionable things about it, though it is not the worst kids' movie I have ever seen. Since his favorite movie was "Barbie and the Diamond Castle" (thanks to his sister), we are pretty happy that "Madagascar 2" has taken reign as his favorite now. Anyway, in the movie one of the animals says, "What the heck is going on?" You know where this is going, right? Out of all the lines in the movie, that's the one my son picked up on. While my mom was here helping me this week, Hubby, L and I went to church Wednesday night. K and Nana were sitting at the table eating supper when we left. We walked out the door, he turned around and looked at the door and then said, "What the heck is going on here?" Oh, the things they pick up... I'm not even sure how to end this post (I'm sure I'm supposed to end it by trying to rationalize or justify why we have let him watch this movie over and over again, but I won't). I'll just say that he definitely won't be watching the first Madagascar movie anytime soon. Somehow I don't think I want him going to school, church, the grocery store, and anywhere else where other people are, saying, "Darn you all! Darn you all to heck!" (Yes, they really say that in the first Madagascar)...

My Expensive Lapse of Sanity

My last post detailed our most recent doctor's office visit - a check-up for Lindsey last week. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought, "Hmmmm....going to the doctor's office with all these germs floating around is probably not the best idea." What did I do? You guessed it...completely ignored the voice of reason trying to talk to me. I knew I had made a serious mistake when K decided to lick the side of the bathroom sink at Children's Medical - nice. I knew I would be paying for my "lapse of sanity", as I am now calling it. Well, today the bill came for this temporary insanity. I took K to the dr. today, fully convinced he had the flu. Nope, I was wrong. His flu test was negative. Instead, he has pneumonia. So Dr. Myers sent us home with an antibiotic and instructions to call her in a few days if he is not doing much better. My lapse of sanity cost a total of $134, plus all the time we'll be stuck inside all week. So, if you're ever thinking of taking your children to the doctor for check-ups in the WINTER (I am so dumb!), please call me first so I can bring you back to your senses. One positive aspect of this - K is too little to understand that it's really my fault that he is sick. And none of my friends reading this will ever tell him....right? :)

Calling ALL Germs!!!

Attention, attention! Calling all germs! If you are a nasty germ at Children's Medical Group, our son would just LOVE to meet you. Okay, I guess I'll back up here. Today, I made a very amateur mommy mistake, one that I am quite sure I'll be paying for later. I took my very healthy children to the doctor's office for routine check-ups. This would not normally be a problem, but the flu has been ravaging our town (and everyone else's from what I understand) for several weeks. For those of you who know me, you know that I am **somewhat** of a germaphobe. I keep my bottle of hand sanitizer with me all the time, especially in the winter, and I usually have Wet One antibacterial wipes with me too. I thought I was going to lose it in the doctor's office today. Every time I turned around, K was sticking his fingers in his mouth, in his eyes, or up his nose. If there was any chance of us getting out of there without some dread disease, he blew that chance when we went to the bathroom to get a urine sample from L. As I held the cup under her, (sorry for the mental picture, but that's mommyhood) trying very gently to say "HURRY PLEASE!!", he decided the most productive use of his time would be to put his mouth all over the side of the bathroom sink. I was so proud of this creative use of time. When I checked out I told the sweet receptionist that we would be seeing them again in 7-10 days. I can only imagine the little germs breeding in his little body. Oh, and I cancelled his check-up appointment for tomorrow (as if he hasn't been exposed already to EVERY germ in this city!!)

The Girl-catchers

I love picking L up from school and hearing all about her day. Yesterday, she got in the car all sweaty and I asked I they had gotten to play outside (duh, of course they had, but I wanted her to tell me about it). She told me that she and two of her friends had to run from "The Girl Catchers". When I inquired further about this, she told me that there were a group of boys on the playground chasing and catching some of the little girls and that the girls had to work so hard to fight them off. How funny! Today, she was helping me cook supper and I inquired if the "Girl Catchers" had been back in action today. She said no and then said, "Hard times only come around every now and then." I asked her what she meant and she said (in her most dramatic voice), "It was terrible being chased by those Girl Catchers. I don't think I'll have to go through anything that terrible again for a while." I hope not (and I'm sure her Daddy does too!!)

It Won't Be Like This For Long

I just heard a new song on the radio - Darius Rucker's "It Won't Be Like This for Long" - it's now the first song on our playlist (turn up your speakers and get out your Kleenex). Although I haven't quite gotten used to Hootie and the Blowfish's lead singer now singing country music, this is a great song. I guess it's the new version of "Butterfly Kisses". The song chronicles the life of a little girl and her daddy, and it could just as easily chronicle a mom/daughter or a father/son or a mother/son relationship. So sweet. The point of the song is just how fast they grow up. If you've read some of my previous posts, you know we just celebrated our daughter's sixth birthday and our son's third birthday. I cannot believe what a whirlwind it has all been. I feel like I am in a car going ninety miles per hour and all I can see out the windows is one big blur - I want to scream "STOP!!! SLOW DOWN!!!" but I know it won't do any good. Time is flying by, and the best we parents can do is hang on and enjoy every second of it. This song reminds me of bringing our own baby girl home and being up all night, many nights - it won't be like this for long. Or dropping our son off at Mom's Morning Out, where he cried the entire time, two days every week, for six weeks - it won't be like this for long. Or the fight L and I had yesterday because apparently I bought the wrong kind of crayons (yes, that's right, the wrong kind of crayons) - it won't be like this for long. Pretty soon that baby girl and baby boy will be all grown up and gone - it won't be like this for long...

Sorry to be such a downer today - the weather outside is yucky, I just heard this super-sappy song, you get the picture. What a precious gift God has given us in our children - try to enjoy every day!!

In Honor of President's Day

This week at school, L's class is learning about Valentine's Day and President's Day. Along with their study of President's Day, they have studied some of our country's early presidents. Here is the picture she drew of Abraham Lincoln:




Last night, we were saying prayers before bedtime. In my prayer, I said "Please be with our city leaders, our state leaders, and our country's leaders. Please help our President to follow Your will as He leads our country." L interjected with, "Momma, he's not alive anymore." Since they are studying early presidents, I guess she thought they were all deceased. I told her no, that we do have a President. She said, "I think a President is someone who wears black all the time, a very uncolorful man. And he probably has long curly gray hair." I can only assume that this picture of a president she has conjured up in her head is from the pictures she has seen of Abraham Lincoln (wearing all black, as in her picture) and George Washington (the long curly gray hair). No sweetie, all Presidents don't look like our founding fathers, but we should pray that our country would return to the godly principles upon which it was founded...

Oh, To See the World Through a Child's Eyes

Those of you with children (young or old) know all the ways a child can remind you how life from their perspective is just a little different. K reminded me of that tonight. We were eating at Chick-Fil-A, and he asked for ice cream. We took his kid's meal toy to the counter to exchange it for ice cream. I hardly noticed the man who was in front of us in line. But K noticed him right away and said (rather loudly), "Wook, it's Santa Cwas". I had to giggle a little to myself. In his eyes, this man with a red shirt, long white hair and a long white beard was, in fact, Santa Claus. And as he walked out the door, K yelled after him, "Bye, Santa Cwas!!" I don't know if the man ever heard him or not, but he didn't ask K for his Wish List.