Welcome to my pity party. Here are the things I'm feeling disgruntled about at the moment:

• Heavy fog.
• Heavy rain.
• Freezing rain.
• Snow.
• Flight changes.
• Flight delays.
• Flight connections missed.
• No husband home.
• No daddy home.
• Weekend plans possibly wrecked.

Thus ends my pity party.

And for some comic relief...

Today at the end of lunch my one year old let out a really loud belch. I looked over at him and he was laughing (how do they learn that?) and looking quite proud of himself.

I said, of course, did the mom thing and said, "what do you say?"

His response: "I forgive you."

Ellow Bug In Dere

This is a conversation I had with my 1 year old yesterday.

Him: “Ear hurts here.”

Me: “Your ear hurts?”

Him: “Uh-huh.” (his new favorite word)

Me: “Why does it hurt?”

Him: “A bug in dere (there).”

Me: “You have a bug in your ear?”

Him: “Uh-huh.”

Me: Wondering where this might be going…”is it a big bug or a little bug?”

Him: “Big bug.”

Me: “What color is it?”

Him: “Ellow.”

Me: “You have a yellow bug in your ear?”

Him: “Uh-huh.”

Me: Hmmm…now what?...”What should we do with it?”

Him: “Get it out.”

Me: “How should we get it out?”

Him: Blank stare.

Me: “You want it out?”

Him: “Uh-huh.”

Me: “Where will we put it.”

Him: “On the for-or (floor). Frow it on for-or.”

Me: “Okay.” I pretend to get it out. “There, I think I got it. Is it out now?”

Him: “NO. Get it out!”

I have no idea what is going on in his ear. In fact, he just finished a round of antibiotics yesterday for a sinus infection, so his ear shouldn’t be infected.

He even told grandma and grandpa last night that his ear hurts and that there is a “ellow bug in dere.”

If I have even one night of screaming I’m taking him in so the doctor can get the yellow bug out.

Oh Be Careful....

My mom used to sing this little song to me:

Oh be careful little hands what you do.

Oh be careful little hands what you do.

For the Father up above,

Is looking down in love.

Oh be careful little hands what you do.

She sang the other verses too:

Oh be careful little mouth what you say...

Oh be careful little ears what you hear...

Oh be careful little eyes what you see...

My son must have heard this song somewhere too. Today at breakfast he was singing this rendition to his brother:

Oh be careful little brother what you eat.
Oh be careful little brother what you eat.
So your body doesn't explode,
Because that would be so gross.
Oh be careful little brother what you eat.

My family is full of talent.

Thanksgiving Weekend Wrap-up

*I just ate the last piece of cherry pie (sniff, sniff). My mom makes it every year and it is always my Thanksgiving indulgence. Granted, it's "no sugar added" so my dad can eat it, but it definitely doesn't qualify as healthy.

*My son's stomach bug was a 24 hour thing, praise the Lord, and so far (I don't even want to say this out loud...) no one else has gotten anything. Even his 4 cousins that he played with for about 16 hours before it hit. Maybe he is really allergic to something?

*We actually put our Christmas tree up. We figured out a way to make the living room furniture fit and the boys had a great time. I'm glad I don't have to spend this week seeing everyone else's tree and listening to begging children.

*The basement is officially ready for carpet! There is still lots to do - light fixtures, switch covers, window trim...but the carpet could enter at any moment. Too bad it's not scheduled for another week.

*I got to spend Wednesday evening with my out-of-town girlfriends. It's rare moments that they all cruise through the area at relatively the same time. We did the typical stuff: ate a lot, talked a lot, laughed a lot, and talked about next time we'd see each other.

*I spent some time helping in my 5 year old's Sunday School Class and realized that he is like cling wrap. Then I spent some time in my 1 year old's nursery room and realized that he speaks 100 DECIBELS LOUDER AND WITH MORE WHINY EMPHASIS (you'll have to imagine the tone and volume) than any other child (ages 1-4) in there.

*I actually accomplished a few organizational things - cleaned out the cabinets in the bathroom and the utility room. How can one be storing so much trash without knowing it?

*Discovered that my 1 year old thinks Santa Claus is Goliath. That took some figuring out, but after the third time we finally realized what he was saying.

*We packed my husband up for a business trip. I have a feeling the kids are going to freak out when they see the airport tomorrow. England is a little too fresh in their memories.

*Watched Extreme Makeover Home Edition tonight and spent a little more time being very thankful for my family, our health, and the lack of drama that we have had to face compared to many families in America.

Tradition

We seem to have a new tradition at our house. Thanksgiving and stomach flu. Same thing happened in 2006. Same kid. Same day. Maybe he's allergic to turkey? I can only hope.

Taking a Poll

Part of a phone conversation with my husband yesterday afternoon:

Me: I'm actually accomplishing something today. I finally got the bathrooms clean.

Him: OK.

Me: Have you not noticed how horrendous they were?

Him: Umm, no.

Me: Are you serious? I think they had already starting packing up in search of a new owner who might take better care of them. You really didn't notice?

Him: I'm a man.


I was shocked (not that he's a man...). My husband isn't necessarily a neat freak, but he likes things picked up, and he is definitely not a slob. Is this really a guy thing? I wasn't sure whether to be really disturbed or really thankful that he isn't harping about having the house perfect.

So I'm taking a poll. If you're reading this, and I know you are because you just read that line, let me know your opinion. Is this a guy thing at your house?

After much reflection, I guess I should be really thankful. At least he is not packing up in search of someone new to take care of him.

I Need To Be A Better Mom

Today after lunch my friend called and we were innocently chatting away about important issues like hair color, school choices, and going out for dinner with friends. I was watching my kids, I really was, but obviously not close enough.

What will two 5 year olds and a 3 year old in a sandbox do to my precious little boy if I'm not watching closely?

Turn him into a human sand toy.

I know water can damage the tubes in his ears, I wonder about sand.

I also wonder when he will quit spitting all over me and crying, "sand in there."