Oops!

Just thought I'd confess: I forgot it was my turn to walk the kids to school today. . . . . feelin' pretty dumb because I took advantage of (unknowingly) (until I later realized it) another Dad's kindness who was already walking. . .oops, oops, oops!

my alarm clock is:

very faithful.


often annoying.


goes off too early.


sounds like this, "Maaaaaaahhhhhhm!" (repeated many times, getting louder, and progressively more annoying and whiny. (Guess who? Roger. "Mahm" is one of the few words he has truly mastered).



But today, I was pleasantly awaken by the sound of a new ring, sounding like this, "Day'is. . . Yi-yuh. . . .Day'is. . . .Yi-yuh. . . .Day'is. . . ." As I am listening to these new words being uttered from my alarm clock, I hear whispering coming up the stairs from Day'is and Yi-yuh. They then 'sneak' into Roger's room, and following a lot of grunting and a few bumps from the 3 of them, they all make an appearance in my room.

At least it was a change of pace.

Roast

Why is it that one of D's favorite meals--crockpot roast, potatoes, and carrots is one of my LEAST? Seriously, it is a big hunk of red meat and soft potatoes-bleh! Just smelling the meat cooking brings back nasty memories of sitting at the dinner table on Sunday afternoons gagging my food down.

Too bad it is such an easy meal to make. . . .

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Today during Sharing Time, Sister H. said that she needed some volunteers who were good readers for a little readers' theater. The gifted Nate L. (6 yrs), enthusiastically raised his hand and blurted out, "I am a great reader. In fact, whenever I see a word, I can't help but read it!"

Later this afternoon when D was telling the kids about his patients (something he actually does quite frequently), he was explaining about a gentleman he had operated on. Prior to the operation, they had taken an CT-scan of the man's abdomen and found his appendix was inflammed. Davis looked at Dad with big eyes and asked the follow up question, "It was on fire?"

Thankful for YOU

(warning: excessive cheese to follow)



Tonight as I am sitting here in bed, husbandless, I just feel overcome with gratitude to be married to such a great guy. Even though his work is grueling and takes him away from us a lot, he remains cheerful and resilient. He treats me with respect even when I don't deserve it. He loves me, even when I'm not very loveable. He is a wonderful father and a great example to me. I really feel like if everyone on earth treated their spouse the way I am treated, a lot of suffering and sadness would be alleviated--and I really mean that. He has been teased in his life for having too much energy or being too happy, but those qualities have blessed me so much. Thank you, my dear Deedles for being my guy. I love you!

Parenting Dilemma

Your 5 year-old is home from school, sick (puking), and you can't decide: Do you take the poor, sick child to the store with you to get sick juice (aka gatorade) and other items to make sickness less horrible OR do you leave them at home in the peace of their own blanket watching cartoons?

I won't tell you which decision I made, but it was a tough one.

Halloween Pics

Yes, I did take pictures. . .here you go! (though, technically, Kerri took these ones--thanks Kerri)

Good News is. . . .

. . . .that my cell phone is very clean.

Bad news is that it won't turn on after going through the wash.

Underwear Sizes

Our family badly needed to stock up on the basics--underwear and socks!! Davis is 5 years old and starting to move away from the toddler sizes and into the big boy sizes. While I was shopping yesterday, I grabbed the small size for Davis in the big boys section. When I got home I undid the package and pulled out the underwear-- they were huge!! I looked on the back of the package and laughed to see that the 'small' size was intended for boys from the weight of 42 to 56 pounds--a 14 pound difference! That is the weight difference between Davis and Roger right now. Seriously, 14 pounds for kids--someone in the underwear department at Hanes needs to be educated. I returned the undies and went to Kids' R Us where they sold underwear by the whole sizes: 5, 6,7, and 8.

prediction

I predict with the elections over that our gas prices will begin to rise, and will once again reach those disgusting levels ($4.00/gallon) by next year at this time. . . . . . .let's just see!