The Coin Drop

Today was an interesting day in our house. As any day I suppose, but today was one for the memory books.


I ventured out of the house, which is not a momumental event. I had errands and important health insurance forms to turn in.

After leaving the insurance office we went to the commissary.


On our way to the commissary we passed a daycare center with a park attached to it. A park that evidently Gabriel really, really wanted to play in. When he realized we were going to the store and not the park, he had a triple melt down.

A triple meltdown as opposed to a double or single meltdown meaning he went into overdrive with his tantrum and cried all the way into the store, past the apples and lettuce and all the way down to the potatoes where I tried to calm him and convince him that helping mommy put items into the cart was fun. Nice try lady.

A nice produce guy appeared holding out an individually wrapped mint. Gabriels tears immediately ceased as his little hand reached for the candy. It worked like a charm and I thanked the nice produce guy again and again and again. Yeah, I know. Technically he was a stranger and one should not teach their children to take candy from strangers but things had reached crisis level. Note to self: stock up on candy.


We completed our shopping with no further meltdowns. There was so much help from Gabriel that I had to take items out of the cart.


Before heading home Elijah and Gabriel found a few coins in the van. They wanted to hold them. I should have known better. At one point I noticed Elijah had a coin in his mouth. I told Elijah to take it out of his mouth as he could get sick. Apparently this important information went in one ear and out the other.

As I pulled the van down our street Elijah started crying. I asked him what was wrong and he told me his tummy hurt. He then informed me the dime was in his belly. Great. He swallowed a dime. What? Really? I asked him. I couldn't believe it. I had just told him what could happen.

Okay.

I had Elijah lay on the couch then I called the doctor and multitasked by putting away the groceries and making lunch. I gave Elijah prunes. The nurse said he should go to the ER.


We went to the ER. He is okay. He has a dime somewhere in his body. During snack time Elijah went running to the bathroom yelling that he had to 'go'. I told him to let me know if he hears a ping from the dime coming out. He probably thinks the dime is going to come out like a coin in a slot. It has not come out yet. I don't think.

Yes that is a copy of Elijah's x-ray and clearly there is a dime there.

The day was a hot 80 degrees. I kicked the boys outside and of course if left too long to their own devices they get into things.

First they began by throwing mud at each other then it escalated to playing with the hose, which I turned off but not before turning the hose on them. When they no longer had the hose to play with they decided to stomp in the water puddles, which turned into mud which turned into mud slinging again, which led me to turn on the hose again to clean them off. Needless to say I had to wash off the house and lay towels inside the door so that they could shed their wet muddy clothes before getting into a shower.

Yeah, it was a good day. It ended with ice cream.

Proof

As most of you know, I am raising three monkeys. Actually it is four, but the youngest one won't be officially considered a monkey until she shows the signs of monkeyness. No matter, monkeyness seems to run in their blood.

Case in point, my sister Kim came to visit recently. She was driving through and stopped in to say hello. Her and her hubby Dave and her two palmarainian dogs (I probably totally screwed up the spelling but I am too lazy to look up the correct spelling).

One or both dogs peed on my floor. Good grief!

Yes I am ripping on her yippy dogs. She would probably have a dedication done on tv reminiscent (you know you would Kim) of Oprahs recent short film of her dog. Okay! So the woman loves her dogs. I am not terrible fond of small dogs. Nough said.

Back to my point. About the monkeys who reside in my house. Who I feed and bath and helplessly watch as they tear my house apart, sometimes just to see something break. It's true. Recently I found a small piece of a lever from a mini-blind and inquired where it came from, knowing full well the rest of it ly in pieces somewhere for me to find later resulting in a broken vacuum or washing machine.

Anyway....Spencer piped up rather proudly to tell me that it was not very hard to break those. He took it from me and proceeded to make the one piece into two pieces. He was so proud. At that point I figured out who the lever assassin was.

Okay, so I veered a bit off track with this. I will now resume my original intent; proof that there are monkeys living in my house.

To make a long story short. Okay this isn't short, but I am trying.

I have proof......

What does Kim have to do with this? She took the picture as she was leaving. Gotta love those monkeys!!

Always leaving people with a great impression. :)

A few hellos to daddy

Elijah and Gabriel thought they would say hello to daddy and make a few faces.

Spencer says hello too.

American Idol comes to Suffolk

Spencer is behind the girl with the pink hat. Look for the big green and blue bird attached to the microphone in the front. Then look behind that for the girl in the pink dress and hat. Spencer is right behind her. He's the one searching the crowd.

Yesterday we went to Spencers schools spring time concert.

The kindergardners performed at the PTA meeting. Of course the first 15 minutes were the PTA notes and blah blah blah. I just wished they would get on with the program and finally the show started.

The kids all marched up to the stands to spring music and then with each song a child announced each song. Spencer had told me that they picked kids from each class to do the annoucements and how glad he was that they did not pick him. Not a public speaker that one.

At first Spencer did not see us and kept scanning the crowd for us. I kept waving like a maniac every time he looked our way. Finally he spotted us and we waved and he smiled and seemed to focus more on singing.

It was so cute. I wish I could have taped the 'Three little Pigs' song and put it on here. I did tape it but not with a memory card, therefore I am unable to post it. It was the best. I loved it and from the applause so did everyone else.

It was a wonderful show. Spencer looked fabulous.