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Well, I'm going to try to start keeping up with this again.  I got overwhelmed with life, and it was just easier to do a quick status update on Facebook, but that defeats my purpose of having this all written down for the boys.  Someone from Facebook recently told me I should write a book about all this stuff ( Thanks, LaRue!), and it made me realize that I really do need to start blogging this stuff for real.  So, for the grand re-opening, here is one of my favorites....  Don't know if you'll laugh as much as me, but I had tears running down my face re-reading it.  Love these boys!

SUNDAY, AUGUST 10, 2008

Ha ha!! Now it's YOURS!!!!

We had Chinese last night. Ethan loves the fortune cookies, so at the end of the night he was stealing the leftovers and eating them for a bedtime snack. He came in with the fortune from one, and asked me:

E: Mom, does this say, "The sun is springing in may"?
Me:What? Here, let me read it. It says, "The star of riches is shining on you this month." Good try reading it yourself though!
E: Oh. What does it say again?
Me: It says, "The star of riches is shining on you this month."
E: Huh??? What star? (Trying to crane his neck around to look at his own back...) Is it really shining on me?
Me: The star of riches. Yep, it says it's really shining on you. (I'm laughing at him already... He's not happy about this star imposing on him and shining on him without his permission!!)
E: No way. (Walks out of the room...)

15 minutes later...

E: (Walking back into the room...) It's not shining on me anymore!!
I got it off of me! (He's wearing a different shirt...)
Here (hands me the fortune again....)
What does it say now?
Me: It still says, "The star of riches is shining on you this month."
E: AaaaRRRrrrGGGGGggggHHHHH!!!!!

24 hours later...

Ethan walks up to me, hands me a teeny, tiny scrap of paper folded into a million folds. It's maybe the size of an un-popped kernel of popcorn.

E: Here....this is your note....and it's not mine!! (He then sticks fingers in both ears, with this weird look on his face....He's looking at me like the coyote looks at the roadrunner when he's just given him a box full of TNT... Like the paper is going to EXPLODE when I unfold it....)

Me:What is it?
E: Just open it! (Fingers still in ears, bracing for an explosion....)
Me: (Unfolding the note....then laughing my butt off when I realize it's the same fortune from last night!) 
E: HA HA!!!!! (Very sneakily Victorious!) NOW it's YOURS!~
Me: Now it's my fortune and not yours anymore? You crack me up!

20 random things about being sick with your kids:

1. Your 2 year old says "bwess you mommy" everytime you cough or sneeze, and it melts your heart every time.
2. While waiting for prescriptions to be filled, you round up every flavor of jello imaginable from the store shelves.
3. 'Cover your mouth when you cough' becomes your mantra.
4. While you are in the middle of saying your mantra for the 431st time, your child coughs directly in your face....for the 212th time.
5. AFTER paying in the checkout line, your sick child sees the soda case and wishes he has a Sunkist.
6. You are declared "My best mom ever" after charging $1.38 on your debit card to buy one sunkist.
7. In the waiting room at the Dr. office, you notice that although he is playing across the room with his back to you, your 2 year old only says "Bwess you mommy" when YOU cough, not when a stranger coughs. This again makes you smile in some weird way.
8. Your two year old is playing pretend. He pulls kleenex out of the box, fake sneezes, 'a-shoooo', and then hands you the 'used' kleenex. Just like real life.
9. Your older son is lamenting over all the solid food he can't keep down. "Oh, I wish I could have...." Never mind that it would make you throw up 20 minutes later.
10. Your 2 year old keeps saying, "I want to go home mommy" while standing in the middle of his own bed.
11. Your 6 year old feels sorry for you enough to turn off his PS3 game and tell you that you can watch whatever tv show you want.
12. You are thankful, sort of, to all be sick at the same time, and at least get it over with.
13. Then you find out at the Dr. that you are all sick with 2 different things, and the school age child who has already missed too much school is the only one NOT yet down with influenza. Wonderful.
14. Your six year old is dancing through the kitchen singing "I ate solid food, I ate solid food..." once he starts feeling better.
15. You spend 2 hours trying to get an ALMOST 7 year old to take 3/4 of a tsp. of yucky medicine mixed with grape soda.
16. Your 2 year old takes the same yucky medicine straight up, smacks his lips, and says, "aaaahhhh".
17. At the dr., your 2 year old becomes frozen like a statue during the exam and won't do anything the dr. asks.
18. At home, same 2 year old is now contantly sticking his fingers in his mouth far enough to gag himself and says "Say ah mommy"
19. You learn that driving 20 minutes across town to the dr. is actually faster than going to the crappy dr. 1/2 mile from your house. And better too.
20. You are so happy and thankful when everyone starts to feel/ look better you want to do the happy dance and shout, "woo-hoo!!".


Oh, and I do think we're all starting to get better. Nick seems better already thanks to Tamiflu, and Ethan's on preventive doses of Tamiflu, so we're hoping the worst is behind us.

I'm a puppy!

We are all sick right now. All four of us are down with something, probably the flu. Not fun. Especially not fun being the sick mom to two sick kids.

But, just to keep things interesting, between bouts of crying and whining, Nick is playing pretend.

N: Look mom, check it out! I'm a puppy!
Me: You're a puppy?
N: roof, roof!! Pant, pant, pant (with tongue hanging out). Can I have a bone mommy?
Me: Here you go.
N: Fanks mommy!

He's also playing pretend sick. He walks over to the kleenex box, pulls one out, fake sneezes, and says "I sneeze mommy! A-chooo!"


This afternoon, while Nick was napping, I was hanging out on the couch with Ethan since he was home from school for day 2. I must have looked pretty bad, because he: 1. turned off his PS3 star wars game, 2. told me I could watch TV, and 3. Told me I could watch whatever I wanted, even if it wasn't cartoons! Now, that's pure 6 year old LOVE folks!

Hoping we're all back to normal sooner rather than later!

Mom-mom?

Nick: Um, Mom-mom?
Me: Yes?
Nick: Meck! (saying 'milk' but pointing to the toaster)
ME: What?
Nick: Meck! (still pointing to the toaster...)
Me: You want milk?
Nick: YEA!!!!!!!! (Big grin...hands me his empty cup)
Me: (Whatever kid. Why are pointing at the toaster?) Here's your milk (pouring milk into his cup)
Nick: Meck.
Me: Do you want white milk or chocolate milk.?
Nick: JUICE!!!!!
Me: Chocolate milk it is.
Nick: JUICE!!!!
Me: Chocolate milk...here you go.
Nick: YEa!!! More....or ......wess? More.....or.....wess? More or wess. More or wess.

Now where did he learn more or less? Probably the same place he learned octogon, diamond, and quattro, cinco, seis. Gotta love NOGGIN!

It's that time....

It's that time....when Nick is getting old enough that sooner or later we're going to have to potty train him. Yea! No more diapers..... Boo! Potty training is a pain in the you-know-what.

Anyway, he's gotten up a few times with a totally dry diaper, so Saturday when he got up I sat him on the potty to see if anything would happen. We've done this before, and usually it just results in him rapidly flushing the toilet over and over, or something else equally unproductive.
Well, SATURDAY, I sat him down and he just went.
Yea! Good job Nick, you're a big boy now (blah, blah, blah...you get the idea).
Sunday I sat him up there,
and he looks down and says.... "Here it comes!"
and sure enough, here comes the peepee.
Yea! Yea! Good job Nick, you're a big boy now (blah, blah, blah...you get the idea).

Did you notice I said Saturday and Sunday, and today is Thursday? Yeah. That would be because we haven't managed anything more since the weekend. I just get the pre-recorded message: "Um, Mom-mom? It's not working!"

I told you Potty training is a pain in the you-know-what!

I'm crying!

The other day, Ethan was out of school for early release, so we went and had lunch with Grandma and Papa. By the time we were done, we (me, Ethan, and Nick) were all tired and more than a bit grumpy. So the boys were NOT happy when we got out of the van at Grandma's and just went straight home to take naps. In fact, Nicholas was more than upset, and cried and boo-hoo-ed as loud as he could the whole way home. Which made Ethan complain that Nick CRYING was hurting his ears.

So, Nick, the little smarty pants, picks up on the word crying, and starts boo-hooing,
I'm CRYyyyyyyINGGgggggg!!!
Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, I'm Crrrryyyyyyiiiiinnnnnngggg!
I'm CRYYYYYing!!
I'm crying!

He was working it so hard, and telling us he was crying at the same time, just in case we weren't getting it. It was HILARIOUS. I went from tired and grumpy to laughing my butt off in about a half a second. And as soon as Ethan realized what Nick was saying, he was laughing hysterically too. It was sooo funny....
I'm Cccrr(sob)rrryyy(hiccup)yyYYYYiii(sob)iIIIINNNNNNNN(hiccup)GGGGGGGGGGG!!"

Well, as soon as Nick realized we were laughing at him, instead of giving in, the tears stopped. Like a water faucet being turned off. You could almost see him thinking:
Hmmm.....that's not working.
I'll try my old standby......
"I'm scared.....there's mon-hurs (monsters). I'm scared.....there's mon-hurs."

Which didn't work either, but at least he wasn't screaming anymore!

Ta da da da da DOooooo!

For a long time now, Nick has been talking well enough that we can all understand him most of the time. He won't be three until next May, but he counts forward and back ward to 13, he knows shapes like octogon, cresent, and rectangle, he flies rocket ships to outer space saying, "3-2-1-BLAST OFF! psshhhhhhhhh Look! A Planet!!"

So, he's very verbal, and I love understanding him when I couldn't understand Ethan at this age. But there is one thing that he has said for a LONG time (maybe 6 or 8 months?) that none of us could ever figure out. Whenever he didn't have something work the way he wanted, or he was mildly upset by something,
he would say, "Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!" and throw his hands up in the air.
He's still saying it.
"Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"
And we will ask, what is that? What are you trying to say?
"Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"
What do you want?"
Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"

No clue what that might mean. It's EXACTLy the same everytime though, so it must mean SOMETHING to him.

Well, at lunch the other day, the lightbulb came on (and he said it a little more clearly so that I finally GOT it!) He's saying, with his hands up in the air, "I don't know what to DO!".
As in, my crayon just dropped behind the booth seat and I can't get it out! "Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"
As in, I dropped my drink and can't reach it "Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"
As in, I can't find my binky "Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"

It is so cute and sweet now that I know what he is saying! "Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"