"Hey, you have a booger in your nose."
"Huh?" two year old sticks finger up nose pulling booger out of nose and unknowingly smearing it onto his cheek. He looks on his finger.
"Now it's on your cheek"
"Ahhhh" (whine, whine) smearing it away onto his hand.
"Now it's on your hand. No, the other hand. On the top. The other side."
Two year old locates booger and holds his hand out to me, "Here".
I laugh. "I don't want your booger. Go wipe it on a tissue."
"Ahhhhh" Two year old starts walking away. "I don't want to."
"Well, it's not my booger. It's yours."
"No it isn't!" Walking away toward the kitchen.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah"
I am sure in the next day or two that I will come across a little booger smeared on one of the kitchen cupboards.
Today I am the Indiana Jones of boogers, searching for the magic jewel where ever it is hidden.
Arrrrrrr! It is pirate week here and although we have been keeping busy I am sure one of these boys is going to be 'walking the plank' by days end. Arrrrrrr! Count on it!
Jul 22, 2008
Jun 26, 2008
Re-Training my feet
Went to the YMCA yesterday. It was great, except that I almost did a face plant on the treadmill. Yeah, that's me the clutz. I was jogging along when my foot went one way while my mind was directing it another. I caught myself but then 10 minutes later I did it again!! WTH!
The second time I really almost fell. Not that I didn't really almost fall the first time, but my stomach hit the bar the second time. Needless to say I was embarassed but just kept on going like nothing happened. I should have just turned around and taken a bow.
Next time I better have my hand over the big red STOP button.
Why is it every time I go back to the gym they have come up with newer machines that I have to learn all over again? Change is hard. I do like the new little fans they have in the treadmills. Now if only they had someone standing by to wipe the sweat from my brow or the back of my neck. Oh and someone to hold up a shield so no one can witness my clumsiness when I fall on my face!
The daycare center was nice. The woman there didn't bat an eye when I showed up with four kids in tow. She told me there was a woman who brought her 7 kids in. 7 kids!!!! Sure made me feel better.
The 3 commandos must have been on their best behavior. The childwatch crew wasn't frantically waiting for me the door when I arrived to retrieve the kids. Hmmm which makes me wonder why they are so wild at home. I think something is up. Must get to the bottom of it.
If I can keep up this new schedule, maybe just maybe by the end of summer I might be able to train my feet to work with me again. Either that or I will have to start wearing a helmet. :)
The second time I really almost fell. Not that I didn't really almost fall the first time, but my stomach hit the bar the second time. Needless to say I was embarassed but just kept on going like nothing happened. I should have just turned around and taken a bow.
Next time I better have my hand over the big red STOP button.
Why is it every time I go back to the gym they have come up with newer machines that I have to learn all over again? Change is hard. I do like the new little fans they have in the treadmills. Now if only they had someone standing by to wipe the sweat from my brow or the back of my neck. Oh and someone to hold up a shield so no one can witness my clumsiness when I fall on my face!
The daycare center was nice. The woman there didn't bat an eye when I showed up with four kids in tow. She told me there was a woman who brought her 7 kids in. 7 kids!!!! Sure made me feel better.
The 3 commandos must have been on their best behavior. The childwatch crew wasn't frantically waiting for me the door when I arrived to retrieve the kids. Hmmm which makes me wonder why they are so wild at home. I think something is up. Must get to the bottom of it.
If I can keep up this new schedule, maybe just maybe by the end of summer I might be able to train my feet to work with me again. Either that or I will have to start wearing a helmet. :)
Jun 15, 2008
A Wonderful Homecoming
Michael is home!
We are so happy to have daddy back.
Homecoming day the excitement was almost too much. As we waited for his ship to come in the kids played on the jetty rocks and rolled around in the grass. Of course rolling in the grass resulted in the boys having burrs all over their clothes and in their hair, which mommy carefully picked off. Nothing was going to ruin this day.
At one point Spencer came over to tell me that since he knew that I was busy (I was nursing Sam) could I look at his leg once I was finished? He had fallen on the rocks cutting his leg. It looked sore and was bleeding. The kid has the pain tolerance of a beast. I took care of it with water, wipes and a band-aid. A mommy comes prepared.
Once we saw the ship getting closer we made our way to the pier, which was packed with people awaiting their loved ones. Manuvering the double stroller through the mass of people was tricky but we made it to the new moms tent. Once situated there we had another 45 minute wait. Can you say ANTICIPATION?
At once point my cell phone rang. It was Michael calling to tell me to look up. I did and saw him waving a pink bunny and a small American flag. Minutes later, many minutes later they lowered the elevators and the new dads made their way to the browser (walkway). Once security opened the gate all the new parents crowded through.
When we saw Michael I was just so happy. I abandoned the stroller and we all ran to meet him. He picked up the two oldest boys then said hello to Gabe. I handed him Sam and gave him a long awaited smooch. It was a sweet moment. Something like this:
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