Preston came home from school today and started crying. His friend punched him in the face on the bus for no reason. On the upside.... he lost a tooth. He put it in a bag and put it under his pillow. I told him to be careful where he put it. He responded, "It doesn't matter if it falls under my bed. The tooth fairy can just fly down there and get it out."
He overestimates the tooth fairy's abilities.
I also worry about his taste. He told me, "Mom, if I lose a big tooth someday, I can get whatever I want there. Like maybe a gold tooth. That would look nice."
Avery wrote me a note that said, "Mome sre." (Mommy, sorry) "What are you sorry about?" "I'm sorry that I was writing letters instead of cleaning my room."
Monday, March 28, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
It Takes Practice
Avery has been sweeping the kitchen floor the last few days. Every time she adds another crumb to her pile, she wants everybody to come look at "how clean the kichen floor is now". She is very proud of herself. Although, it's more work to keep coming to look at how clean it is than for me to just do it myself. After working at it for a little while today, she sighed and said, "Sometimes it take a lot of practice to broom the whole floor."
Preston was sick during the night. When I got up this morning, he said, "Mommy, I can't go to school because I threw up in the night. Do you believe me about that?"
Later, he said, "I feel most of the way better. I'm still too sick to do my homework, but I could have that piece of candy now."
Yesterday, we went over to a friend's house to play. As we were getting ready to leave, I noticed that my left hand was blue. I thought that maybe I had gotten something on it, so I tried washing it off. It didn't wash off. I was trying not to freak out too much, but I didn't know what to do. Of course, Bill wasn't answering his phone. My friend looked up what kind of things could cause one hand to turn blue. (I think she actually googled "blue fingers on one hand"...) Anyway, some of the possibilities were very serious, like a blood clot, a stroke, a mini-stroke, heart problems, etc. So I called my doctor to ask what I should do, and they told me to go to the ER. Her neighbor brought me some aspirin, and another neighbor took me to the doctor while my friend watched my kids. I had never met her neighbors, but I really appreciated them being so willing to help me without even knowing me. Luckily, it didn't turn out to be anything serious, but I was still grateful for kind people who were concerned about me and my blue hand.
Today, my kids keep coming to check if my hand is still blue. It's kind of cute that they are concerned as well.
Preston was sick during the night. When I got up this morning, he said, "Mommy, I can't go to school because I threw up in the night. Do you believe me about that?"
Later, he said, "I feel most of the way better. I'm still too sick to do my homework, but I could have that piece of candy now."
Yesterday, we went over to a friend's house to play. As we were getting ready to leave, I noticed that my left hand was blue. I thought that maybe I had gotten something on it, so I tried washing it off. It didn't wash off. I was trying not to freak out too much, but I didn't know what to do. Of course, Bill wasn't answering his phone. My friend looked up what kind of things could cause one hand to turn blue. (I think she actually googled "blue fingers on one hand"...) Anyway, some of the possibilities were very serious, like a blood clot, a stroke, a mini-stroke, heart problems, etc. So I called my doctor to ask what I should do, and they told me to go to the ER. Her neighbor brought me some aspirin, and another neighbor took me to the doctor while my friend watched my kids. I had never met her neighbors, but I really appreciated them being so willing to help me without even knowing me. Luckily, it didn't turn out to be anything serious, but I was still grateful for kind people who were concerned about me and my blue hand.
Today, my kids keep coming to check if my hand is still blue. It's kind of cute that they are concerned as well.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Seeing Through the Lines
I've been sick, in Hawaii, or had tendonitis in my wrists... my excuses for not writing for a while. It's not that my kids aren't still funny.
Preston had "Who-ville Hair Day" at school today. I fixed his hair in a weird spike-swirl. He kept looking in the mirror bashfully. I asked him if he wanted me to change it. He replied, "No, but I'm just so embarrassed."
We have been growing Avery's bangs out this last year. They are now chin-length. She does not often cooperate with me to get her hair fixed, and when we put clippies in it to hold it back, they don't stay in long. So, her hair is always in her face. I asked her how she could see anything with her hair like that, trying to convince her to keep the clippies in and to let me fix it more often. She replied, "I can still see things through the holes and the lines."
It kind of broke my heart that she is missing out on seeing the whole picture all the time. (I know I could come up with some analogy to that....)
Carter got some fake cockroaches from a cub scouts activity. They were gross and very realistic looking. My sister and her husband were moving into her new house the next day, and I really don't think they enjoyed finding them in their bathtub. But I still feel like laughing when I think about their reactions. (And I feel a little bit immature that it was my idea to put them there....)
Bill promised that he would help me get some pictures off his computer for my blog, so there is a real possibility that it could happen. Keep your fingers crossed. If you're a finger-crossing kind of person.
Preston had "Who-ville Hair Day" at school today. I fixed his hair in a weird spike-swirl. He kept looking in the mirror bashfully. I asked him if he wanted me to change it. He replied, "No, but I'm just so embarrassed."
We have been growing Avery's bangs out this last year. They are now chin-length. She does not often cooperate with me to get her hair fixed, and when we put clippies in it to hold it back, they don't stay in long. So, her hair is always in her face. I asked her how she could see anything with her hair like that, trying to convince her to keep the clippies in and to let me fix it more often. She replied, "I can still see things through the holes and the lines."
It kind of broke my heart that she is missing out on seeing the whole picture all the time. (I know I could come up with some analogy to that....)
Carter got some fake cockroaches from a cub scouts activity. They were gross and very realistic looking. My sister and her husband were moving into her new house the next day, and I really don't think they enjoyed finding them in their bathtub. But I still feel like laughing when I think about their reactions. (And I feel a little bit immature that it was my idea to put them there....)
Bill promised that he would help me get some pictures off his computer for my blog, so there is a real possibility that it could happen. Keep your fingers crossed. If you're a finger-crossing kind of person.
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