successfully captured the positive spirit of the morning in this picture. Twas a good start of the day.
Friday, January 9, 2015
random picture
successfully captured the positive spirit of the morning in this picture. Twas a good start of the day.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Flu? 2014
Oh no, it's hit. Leesha hurts, has a sore throat a cough and a fever. Ugh.
We were planning to all attend Jack's last fencing class, meeting all 5 grandparents at 6pm. When I informed Jack that his big sister wouldn't be there because she's not feeling good, he crumbled. Poor kid. When he learned his little sister would also not be going (mostly because she's been whiney, and may have a little fever, so I just wanted her to go to bed early), his heart went out to her. He came to me saying something along the lines of ...
"I feel bad for Maggie. She's the only one my age. Dad's usually at work, you're usually busy in the kitchen, Leesha is usually not feeling good or in her room, but Maggie wants to play with me."
This little guy, sometimes he just hits it right on the nose and makes my heart melt a little more.
Of course, this was after he drove me batty on the walk home from school by sloshing through the decomposing leaves along the side of the road, kicking them at his sister and then proceeding to insist on playing outside in the mud with the jacket and gloves I just washed yesterday ....
I know I will miss this someday - my teenager needing me because she doesn't feel good, my son being messy and my "baby" actually being snuggly because she too isn't feeling well.
We were planning to all attend Jack's last fencing class, meeting all 5 grandparents at 6pm. When I informed Jack that his big sister wouldn't be there because she's not feeling good, he crumbled. Poor kid. When he learned his little sister would also not be going (mostly because she's been whiney, and may have a little fever, so I just wanted her to go to bed early), his heart went out to her. He came to me saying something along the lines of ...
"I feel bad for Maggie. She's the only one my age. Dad's usually at work, you're usually busy in the kitchen, Leesha is usually not feeling good or in her room, but Maggie wants to play with me."
This little guy, sometimes he just hits it right on the nose and makes my heart melt a little more.
Of course, this was after he drove me batty on the walk home from school by sloshing through the decomposing leaves along the side of the road, kicking them at his sister and then proceeding to insist on playing outside in the mud with the jacket and gloves I just washed yesterday ....
I know I will miss this someday - my teenager needing me because she doesn't feel good, my son being messy and my "baby" actually being snuggly because she too isn't feeling well.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
stella-cope
She knows she's saying it wrong.
"You know the thing with the three sticks?"
Monday, December 8, 2014
Oh For Crying Out Loud!
"Mom, why are you laughing at Dad?" he said next!
He had to have heard that from his Grandpa Steve. No one else uses that term anymore.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Midnight Marksman
Jack sleeps so deeply that he is unable to wake up and go to the bathroom. The was resulting in chronic wet beds. To avoid this, we fell into a routine of waking Jack up about two hours after bedtime to void. And then again before the last parent's bedtime, which usually ended up another two hours later.
One night we were watching something downstairs when we heard him get up. This usually meant one of us needed to race up stairs and assist in aiming before the entirety of the target was hit. But this night Jack was no where to be found. The bathroom was empty. His and Maggie's room was empty. Moments later we found him in our room, in the closet, and a variety of my laundry was no longer clean! The little guy was sorely confused. Poor Jack has no recall of the events.
The interesting pattern developed for most nights. It was like this: in the first round, Jack was greatly incoherent. He was able to kind of assist in moving his body from bed to bathroom, but you'd have to guide him by the shoulders and definitely aim for him. The second round was completely different. He would almost spring out of bed and shuffle his way to the bathroom with no assistance. You'd have to double time to make sure you were on spot to aim before he fired! Sometimes in second round, Jack was even conversational.
Tonight's Midnight Marksman went like this. Cara and I made the rounds (which mean we peeked in on them and kissed their heads). This stirred Jack. Next thing we know, he is standing on his bed, gathering up his blankets and walks West, right off his bed! and say "Ow!" from under this pile of blankets.
After we help him recover he continues into the bathroom, where I catch up to make double sure we are on target. But instead Jack appears to be trying to climb into the tub. I stop him and sort him out. He pees for quite a while. We finish up and shake it off and he heads back. Gets a hug from Mom and then turns around towards me. I give him a hug, but receive none back. It dawns on me that he isn't attempting to hug, but rather I have blocked his attempt at leaving his room for who knows where! After I let him go he turns to his right and takes one step right into his door! Cara almost totally failed at containing her laugh at that point. Poor little fella, just crawled up on his bed and curled up into a ball, giving up entirely.
In the end, mission accomplished with no mess, nor miss.
One night we were watching something downstairs when we heard him get up. This usually meant one of us needed to race up stairs and assist in aiming before the entirety of the target was hit. But this night Jack was no where to be found. The bathroom was empty. His and Maggie's room was empty. Moments later we found him in our room, in the closet, and a variety of my laundry was no longer clean! The little guy was sorely confused. Poor Jack has no recall of the events.
The interesting pattern developed for most nights. It was like this: in the first round, Jack was greatly incoherent. He was able to kind of assist in moving his body from bed to bathroom, but you'd have to guide him by the shoulders and definitely aim for him. The second round was completely different. He would almost spring out of bed and shuffle his way to the bathroom with no assistance. You'd have to double time to make sure you were on spot to aim before he fired! Sometimes in second round, Jack was even conversational.
Tonight's Midnight Marksman went like this. Cara and I made the rounds (which mean we peeked in on them and kissed their heads). This stirred Jack. Next thing we know, he is standing on his bed, gathering up his blankets and walks West, right off his bed! and say "Ow!" from under this pile of blankets.
After we help him recover he continues into the bathroom, where I catch up to make double sure we are on target. But instead Jack appears to be trying to climb into the tub. I stop him and sort him out. He pees for quite a while. We finish up and shake it off and he heads back. Gets a hug from Mom and then turns around towards me. I give him a hug, but receive none back. It dawns on me that he isn't attempting to hug, but rather I have blocked his attempt at leaving his room for who knows where! After I let him go he turns to his right and takes one step right into his door! Cara almost totally failed at containing her laugh at that point. Poor little fella, just crawled up on his bed and curled up into a ball, giving up entirely.
In the end, mission accomplished with no mess, nor miss.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Chest Rest
We couldn't help laughing which made Maggie so embarrassed that she cried.
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