Friday, April 30, 2010
On Tuesday, just as Hail was showing signs of recovering, I began to feel like an armadillo who had tried to cross
I-65 with game day traffic heading home from the Iron Bowl. Later that afternoon, Flash Flood joined me, in typical baby armadillo fashion. One of the times I gained consciousness to run to the bathroom, I over heard Bert asking Thunder why he wasn't eating dinner. Just a few hours later, Thunder and Lightning both joined the road kill party. Of course, Her Highness being the sweet and motherly caretaker, couldn't avoid the inevitable and got sick on Wednesday. My prayer had been for Bert to stay well until I could physically take care of him. I say physically, because I always lose my mental capabilities when Bert gets sick. God answered my prayers and held Bert off until Hail, Thunder and Lightning were all healed and back... full force. The Storm reunited, though I still felt as if I had been run over by a mac truck.
There's something kinda sweet about being sick together. Minus the yucky parts. Having everyone napping in different places and quiet while looking at books and watching old movies we've seen 84,000 times. Listening to Her Highness tend to her biggest fans made me tear up more than once. In a soothing voice she would ask, "Buddy, do you want me to get you some more gatorade? Another book? Another toy? Your blankie?" Several times Hail said, "Just way down wif me, kay?" And she would do so, happily. She would fight with Bert over bringing me a drink or changing out my DVD. "Daddy! I wanted to take Momma her drink! Well, let ME do it next time!"... "When did Daddy turn this movie on for you? Well, next time tell ME and I'll do it for you." She would say as she tucked me back under the covers. So sweet. Thunder and Lightning were happy for her attention as well. She's going to be such a good Momma someday.
Bert being sick was like... well... since he reads this and will take offense, I will speak in code woman talk: Bert being sick was like a man being sick.
There. You get my drift.
We're all still recovering slowly. Man cannot live on bread alone, but after a stomach virus like this one, we are living on saltines for a little while longer. It's taken a while to get everything back on track.
Though Hail is fully potty-trained, I've kept him in diapers this week because he's still dealing with some Peptobismol-ish issues. Hail has been most displeased. He throws huge hissy fits every time I put a diaper on him. I was tired of cleaning up the messes, and I'm already behind on tons of sickly laundry, so I told him when his tummy was all better, he could go back to undies full time. Yesterday, Hail and I ran to Wal-mart for more pedialyte and saltines. He was furious I made him wear a diaper out in public. I tried explaining that no one would know since he had shorts over his diaper. I also pointed out that he's barely 2 1/2 and not many (if any) of his friends wore underwear yet anyway... "Okay, Honey? And nobody laughs at Luke when he's out places 'cause no one even knows he's NOT wearing underwear. So no one will know that you're back in a diaper. Or care for that matter so hush about it." Every single person we passed in the store Hail would greet with, "Hey. I'm weawing a diapa 'cause I got diaweeah." And if they didn't acknowledge him, he would say it again. Louder. "Hey! I got on a diapa 'cause I got DIAWEEEEAAAHHH!" Most people just smiled. Some humored Hail and spoke back, "Aww, hope you feel better!" or "Okay.?." I jogged out of there as quickly as possible. I'm sure the public was happy. I looked like a pile of diaweeah myself. Or a dead armadillo.
We are all on the mend and appreciate so much the love and care we always receive from our dear friends and family. Your prayers and sweet messages are such a blessing to us. And, a word to the wise... if you live in our area, stay home for the next few weeks. Don't go anywhere. At all. According to Facebook, everybody in our town has had this virus, or has it currently.
Here's to no more diaawweeahh!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday morning as I walked around in a drunken stupor, (wishing it had been alcohol induced) I noticed water seeping through the cracks of our hardwood floors in the kitchen. Screaming and crying began. And not from my vomiting two year old. Bert tried his best to calm me down, then got busy fixing the sneaky leak under our kitchen sink.
Since Hail is now punching himself in the stomach again, I had better bring this novel of a post to an end. Perhaps I am a little whiny, though I've admitted before, I'm a horrible nurse to say the least. I appreciate you sticking with it, for it's therapy to me. And as my dear friend Dana says, much cheaper too.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Someone very dear to me sent this my way. These images are haunting. And I can't get the final quote out of my head:
"Having seen all this you can choose to look the other way, but you can never say again, 'I did not know.'" -William Wilberforce
Even though I can't make a difference financially, because let's face it, we're already on a super tight budget, I can do something that is even more powerful. And guess what... it's FREE. Please PRAY with me for these lost souls. And those who are trying so hard to reach them. The missionaries that head to those areas are some of the bravest people on this planet.
As you head to your place of worship over the weekend, please think of how blessed we are as a nation, to have the freedom to worship any where and any way we choose. All without being persecuted. Or even having an eyebrow raised in your direction. Freedom-- to love the Lord. And as you head to your Church service on Sunday morning without worrying who may see you, and arrest you, please say a quick prayer for those who aren't allowed to do the same.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
So, Bert and I rolled up our sleeves a few days ago and attacked. Now, everything that was in that room is out in the living room. Nice. Oh, and our dishwasher died last week too. Plus, you know I've never once been caught up on laundry, not since the day Bert and I said, "I do." So, what am I doing this morning... blogging. Needless to say, this post is filled with randomness, since it's actually just being used as a time killer, until Bert returns from taking Her Highness to school and asks, "What have you been doing while I was gone?" And I will lie and say something about how Flash Flood pooped every where and the boys were driving me crazy, which isn't necessarily a lie, but more of a stretch since all of those things have happened since he left, but it still hasn't kept me from wasting time on the com-pooter.
Flash Flood is doing great. As of yesterday, he is officially five months old, and working hard on holding his own bottle. Can't imagine why he would want to do such a thing. Do you think these pictures go against the rule "Never prop a bottle?" Thunder and Lightning both love to feed Flash Flood and are super sports about it when I'm trying to get 84,000 other things done. Flash Flood is also rolling over now, though none of us have actually witnessed it. There have been a ton of times that I've left him in one position, and come back to him in another. Stinker pot, one of these days I hope to catch him rolling.
Hail and Lightning have both given up their "assies." I know, I know. Waaay past time for that, but I didn't care. It kept them quiet and helped them go to sleep at night. And no, none of the pediatrician recommended reasons are why we quit. I'm such a rebel. We only quit because I'm lazy and got sick and tired of hunting them down, night and day. I quit searching for them, and buying new ones and suddenly we were down to only one. When it got down to the final passie, Lightning and Hail would hide it from each other, and then ask, "Hey Momma, where is Hail?" Once the coast was clear, Lightning would pull it out from under his mattress/couch cushion/sock drawer/etc and stick it in his mouth. Hail did this too. Hilarious, until finally that one disappeared too. It actually wasn't near as bad as I thought it would be. They've only asked a few times, mostly when they were super sleepy. I keep finding passies in silly places, but quickly stick it in my pocket until I can sneak it to the bottom of the trash.
Last picture of Hail with a passie. Which reminds me, Hail is now pumping his legs and can swing by himself. I'm a little sad, I'll admit. Why do they have to grow up so fast??
These last pictures are from a series titled, "Bedtime is Drawing Near." This is exactly what Bert and the kids do every night before they go to bed. And this is exactly what my living room looks like by the end of the day. And many times at the start of the next day. Clothes, dishes, toys, cereal, you name it.
Bert will lay on his stomach to watch something on tv and all the kids will pile on top of him. It's sort of like King of the Mountain. Who ever makes it to the top will holler, "I'm the winner!" Bert will start to roll over, which causes them all to fall down. And squeal. And giggle. And belly laugh. And squeal some more. Until some one gets hurt. Then, an all out brawl ensues. It's all fun and games until some one gets hurt.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
We love being at the ball park. Which is a good thing since it looks like much of my future will be spent there. Her Highness and Thunder are on the same team again this year. Which is nice, sine Her Highness is also taking tap and ballet lessons, and has a social life that tops mine at age 29. Taxi cab driver-- I recently updated my profession on Facebook.
Thunder is having a ton of fun too. So far, he's only run the wrong way once.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
One of Thunder's favorite books is The Golden Children's Bible. He loves pouring over it's pages and studying each of the pictures, then re-telling each Bible story to his band of brothers. They listen intently as he goes into detail, adding some facts that even John the Baptist wasn't aware of. "And then, Jesus said, 'Let the little chi-rens come to Me, cause thems my favorite. Especially the red-headed chi-rens. Always red-heads are my favorites, so they can sit in my lap FIRST!".... I'm sure that minute detail was left out of the Bible accidentally.
Thunder's favorite story is from Matthew 4, when Jesus was tempted in the wilderness.
Mainly because of this illustration....
He studies this picture on a regular basis and asks tons of questions concerning the "debil."
"But, Momma. But, Momma. Why does the debil have a cape?? Like Super-Man, but he's not a super hero! He's the debil, and that's the worst you can be!!!" I've tried to explain a million times that those pictures aren't accurate portraits, just one artist's view.
"So, why does Jesus have blond hair?? I thought he had brown hair, like in my other Bible."
"Baby, again, none of those pictures are exact. Just what the illustrator thought. No body really knows what God or the devil looks like. Most likely, Jesus did have dark hair, but it doesn't matter. What matters is how much God and Jesus love us."
On and on we go.
"So, if the debil can fly, can he fly here and do bad stuff to us?" I wanted to say YES, so always mind your Momma and keep your nose clean, but he's only five years old, so I tried to ease his fears a little, "No, honey. He can't physically get you. He lives far, far away, and God and Jesus protect us from him. Remember the song we sing, 'And Satan was DEFEATED as the blood flowed down.' (My kids LOVE the song, "I belong to Jesus, I belong to HIM!" Great song.) And remember that's why Jesus died on the cross for us, to save us from our sins and the devil."
Thunder, who is rarely satisfied with a simple answer had to hear more about where exactly the devil was residing. I went into a very elementary explanation of Hell. It's hot, everything is on fire, and the devil, along with all the evil villains of the world will reside there forever and ever, Amen. Thunder's fears seem to ease knowing the "debil" was in a jail of sorts. And that was that. No more questions on the matter.
Several days later, the whole family was getting into our van late in the afternoon. Since temps have been hitting the upper 80's, hot and humid air came out of the van door when Thunder opened it and jumped in. As he buckled his seat belt from his spot in the back, he said very matter of factly, "Man, it's hot as the debil's hell in here!"
Bert and I looked at each other, accusingly, then both shook our heads to say, "He didn't hear that from ME!" Bert asked, "Buddy, where did you hear that?" Thunder proudly responded, "Momma taught me about the debil and that he lives in hell forever since he was the baddest bad guy that ever lived. And he tried to fight God and Jesus but no body can beat Them!"
Maybe Thunder will grow up and be a Minister. I can see him now, standing at the end of the long aisle offering the invitation, waiting as the congregation sings the last verse (for the fourth time) of "Just as I am" and Thunder interrupting, "Before we finish this song, are you prepared to meet thy God? If you don't want to go to the debil's hell, then come, as together we stand and sing..."
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Storm was outside by 7:30 this morning, which is no different from any other day. I think our swing set is where they hold their council meetings and plot ways to drive me crazy each day.
But today was different. Instead of coming in and jumping on the couches, as they continue their sword/light saber/fist fights, The Storm shocked me with the request for cleaning supplies.
Monday, April 12, 2010
"So, let's make the most of this beautiful day. Since we're together, might as well say...
Would you be mine, could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor?"
Hail's lips were literally blue. I kept asking him, "Are you cold, honey?" He would shiver and say as his teeth chattered, "Nanana no!" No one would admit to being cold, because they were all afraid we would have to leave.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
She's definitely not destructive, which means she's not a true member of The Hudson Storm.