Why do I like my kids better when they're under-the-weather? Kidding. Maybe.
They're more snuggly, actually enjoying being wrapped up like a tamale with Mommy on the couch, listening to Christmas music in September.
They're sweeter, not having the energy to fight with siblings or argue over bedtime.
They're more compliant, with a lot of "yes-ma'aming" as it pertains to homework completion, vegetable consumption and general house rules.
I would not want all 3 sick at the same time, certainly. And God knows I don't want it be more than a virus (and believe that I have stressed over his fever a bit more than is probably natural or necessary).
But I have enjoyed just a teensy-weensy bit my D being a bit sickly the last few days.
It was kind of nice just hanging with him while the girlies were at school.
We snuggled. We watched a lot of TV, including what Mommy wanted (note the extra sweetness here?).
We ate Fritos and Halloween cookies. I read to him. A lot. We snuggled some more. We played Legos while lying down. It was sweet in a pleaseGoddon'tletthisbeanythingmorethanjustyouraveragevirus
dealbutisn'tthiskindofnicetobeabletotreathimlikeababyagainsince
he's gettingsobigandall kind of way.
Meanwhile the ladies soldiered on.
Agent P enjoyed her first Halloween cookie with orange icing and there was a bit more than casual lip smacking after. She literally wrapped her little arm around the table leg and tilted her head back to help it go down faster. At least that's what I think she was doing. Possibly she was having face time with God, thanking him for such things as Halloween cookies with orange icing.
GoGo continues to debate her Halloween costume with me. "I want to be this "debil" girl mommy."
No, GoGo, you will not be a DEVIL girl for Halloween. "But I WANT TO." No, GoGo.
"But I want her SHOES." So it's not the evil character she likes so much as it is her pumps. Right.
I adore them all ALL of the time but sick=sweet in this house.
I Wanna be a Rock Star, First
GoGo tells me she wants to grow up and be a Rock Star first, and then a Doctor.
I knew the doctor bit, as she has told me several times now that becoming a doctor is on her to-do list.
The rock star thing was a bit of a surprise but perhaps shouldn't of been.
This is a girl who very much like her mother, loves to blast her favorite music (Hannah Montana) while singing at the top of her voice and shaking her hair wildly and gyrating across the room.
Ok. Maybe not the wild hair and gyration bits. Or at least only when in the presence of one, Sir Paul.
But the blasting and singing loudly, definitely.
So I got to thinking about which songs/musicians remind me of each of my little people. It's hard to sum up someone in less than 3 minutes and set it to music but let's try.
Some are born boogiers and others toe-tappers/head-nodders. My three accurately represent..
GoGo-cheerleader cute with a touch of crazy...hmmm. This is a girl who's favorite line of "Get Back" is wearing her high heel shoes and a low neck sweater, Get Back Loretta.
Perhaps a combination of California Girls and Crazy Train. Can you say Boogier?
D-sensitive soul who loves up tempo. I would say "Hey Jude" because, well...do I really need to explain?
But maybe more like Yellow Submarine and Rocket Man. Really. He's my toe-tapper/head-nodder.
Agent P-what I love about this baby is that she digs ALL musical genres. She will boogie to anything better than the whir of the dishwasher. I have seen her shake her head and sidestep like Axl Rose to the music of a car commercial.
Possibly Wild Night and Beck. Oh yes. Not positive at this early stage but definitely could be another Boogier.
I grew up in a house that had music on 24/7. My dad had (and still does) a small portable boom-box in the kitchen and that thing played All.The.Time.
He would switch stations occasionally but it was generally blues on AM, classic rock or what I like to call "Happy Days" music. The songs you would hear if you watched the show...groups like the Platters, Tommy James and the Shondells, etc.
At Christmas he would find a station and should you wake up to pee in the middle of the night, there would be "Chestnuts Roasting" at 2am.
If I went to my grandma's house, it would be the same thing with a slight change in musical genre.
Big Band and baseball games. St. Louis Cardinals, thankyouverymuch. And it wasn't a boom-box, just a small transitor radio in the kitchen and a desktop in her bedroom. But on All.The.Time.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Maybe I have the next Van Morrison/Hannah Montana/Jack Johnson in my house right now.
Let the toe tapping/head nodding/boogying begin.
I knew the doctor bit, as she has told me several times now that becoming a doctor is on her to-do list.
The rock star thing was a bit of a surprise but perhaps shouldn't of been.
This is a girl who very much like her mother, loves to blast her favorite music (Hannah Montana) while singing at the top of her voice and shaking her hair wildly and gyrating across the room.
Ok. Maybe not the wild hair and gyration bits. Or at least only when in the presence of one, Sir Paul.
But the blasting and singing loudly, definitely.
So I got to thinking about which songs/musicians remind me of each of my little people. It's hard to sum up someone in less than 3 minutes and set it to music but let's try.
Some are born boogiers and others toe-tappers/head-nodders. My three accurately represent..
GoGo-cheerleader cute with a touch of crazy...hmmm. This is a girl who's favorite line of "Get Back" is wearing her high heel shoes and a low neck sweater, Get Back Loretta.
Perhaps a combination of California Girls and Crazy Train. Can you say Boogier?
D-sensitive soul who loves up tempo. I would say "Hey Jude" because, well...do I really need to explain?
But maybe more like Yellow Submarine and Rocket Man. Really. He's my toe-tapper/head-nodder.
Agent P-what I love about this baby is that she digs ALL musical genres. She will boogie to anything better than the whir of the dishwasher. I have seen her shake her head and sidestep like Axl Rose to the music of a car commercial.
Possibly Wild Night and Beck. Oh yes. Not positive at this early stage but definitely could be another Boogier.
I grew up in a house that had music on 24/7. My dad had (and still does) a small portable boom-box in the kitchen and that thing played All.The.Time.
He would switch stations occasionally but it was generally blues on AM, classic rock or what I like to call "Happy Days" music. The songs you would hear if you watched the show...groups like the Platters, Tommy James and the Shondells, etc.
At Christmas he would find a station and should you wake up to pee in the middle of the night, there would be "Chestnuts Roasting" at 2am.
If I went to my grandma's house, it would be the same thing with a slight change in musical genre.
Big Band and baseball games. St. Louis Cardinals, thankyouverymuch. And it wasn't a boom-box, just a small transitor radio in the kitchen and a desktop in her bedroom. But on All.The.Time.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Maybe I have the next Van Morrison/Hannah Montana/Jack Johnson in my house right now.
Let the toe tapping/head nodding/boogying begin.
You Say it's your Birthday
It's my birthday too.
Happy to have one. I don't think I will be one of those people who perpetually turn "29".
Not that I am not slightly concerned with eye wrinkles, flabby tummies or lower-than-average boobs.
But those things don't lessen my outright joy in making it another year.
I am happy to be here another year to snuggle yesterday with my oldest on the couch while listening to "Christmas with the Rat Pack."
I am happy to be here another year to "talk fashion" with my middle one-that would be how she is so fashion.
I am happy to be here another year to chase my baby around the house while removing Polly Pocket items from her mouth, all day long.
I am happy to be here another year to give and receive hugs and kisses, listen to my kids' sweet giggles, watch the leaves change, decorate a Christmas tree and enjoy my music and Blue Moons.
Life is good.
No, I'm not going to break into that song, "Live Like You Were Dying" now.
Hopefully we'll save that for another day far, far from now.
Happy to have one. I don't think I will be one of those people who perpetually turn "29".
Not that I am not slightly concerned with eye wrinkles, flabby tummies or lower-than-average boobs.
But those things don't lessen my outright joy in making it another year.
I am happy to be here another year to snuggle yesterday with my oldest on the couch while listening to "Christmas with the Rat Pack."
I am happy to be here another year to "talk fashion" with my middle one-that would be how she is so fashion.
I am happy to be here another year to chase my baby around the house while removing Polly Pocket items from her mouth, all day long.
I am happy to be here another year to give and receive hugs and kisses, listen to my kids' sweet giggles, watch the leaves change, decorate a Christmas tree and enjoy my music and Blue Moons.
Life is good.
No, I'm not going to break into that song, "Live Like You Were Dying" now.
Hopefully we'll save that for another day far, far from now.
Spelling and Weezer
So I go to a function at the kids' school last night...to ostensibly discover all the exciting things my little people will be learning during the school year.
The reality is, the mommies wanted to check up on our Little Johnnies and Little Suzies. At least this one did.
So I am in D's class and we are looking over all of their stuff they have done so far...writing, a bit o' math, spelling. I notice his journal, which they could decorate themselves...cutting out random letters from magazines to spell their name, pictures from mags, etc. You get the idea.
So he has spelled his name all cute and cut out a few other things. Totally random stuff.
"Safety Class". Just those words, which sounds like my OSHA man.
"All About Eve". Either the name of a feminine product or the story of a multiple personality. Hmm.
"The Blue Moon logo". Whoa. Wait.A.Minute.
To the teacher, a bit nervously I ask..."did he pick this out himself?"
"Yes, yes he did".
Okay, then.
I glance quickly at the other mommies, wondering if they are making mental notes to themselves about me and my beer recognizing child..."Note To Self...don't let Johnnie play with that D kid lest he have to attend an AA meeting in junior high."
Hmm.
I thought about asking him about it but it was totally innocent, just logo recognition and isn't that what his generation is all about anyway??
Speaking of Blue Moon, my birthday is this Friday. For some reason the other day, an image of myself popped into my head that made me laugh out loud to no one but myself.
I am 19 and my best friend and some other amazing friends threw me a party. I'm sure there was a good bit of beer, albeit not Blue Moon. There are streamers and banners wishing me a Happy 19th.
And there I am in the middle wearing my present from my best friend-a plain white t-shirt with "WEEZER" spelled out in big black letters across the back.
Does anyone know who or what a Weezer is?
Long before I ever considered moving to the South, my best friends and I watched "Steel Magnolias". We all were given a character in the movie...and guess who I was? Weezer.
Why? She is a bit crazy, loud, sort of a bee-yatch and isn't afraid to rip a good belch. With a heart of gold.
Sort of me in a nutshell. To this day, my friends still refer to me as such sometimes and I still answer to it.
Now that I live in the South I appreciate the Weezer's of the world even more. Me being one, and all.
I wish I still had that shirt.
The reality is, the mommies wanted to check up on our Little Johnnies and Little Suzies. At least this one did.
So I am in D's class and we are looking over all of their stuff they have done so far...writing, a bit o' math, spelling. I notice his journal, which they could decorate themselves...cutting out random letters from magazines to spell their name, pictures from mags, etc. You get the idea.
So he has spelled his name all cute and cut out a few other things. Totally random stuff.
"Safety Class". Just those words, which sounds like my OSHA man.
"All About Eve". Either the name of a feminine product or the story of a multiple personality. Hmm.
"The Blue Moon logo". Whoa. Wait.A.Minute.
To the teacher, a bit nervously I ask..."did he pick this out himself?"
"Yes, yes he did".
Okay, then.
I glance quickly at the other mommies, wondering if they are making mental notes to themselves about me and my beer recognizing child..."Note To Self...don't let Johnnie play with that D kid lest he have to attend an AA meeting in junior high."
Hmm.
I thought about asking him about it but it was totally innocent, just logo recognition and isn't that what his generation is all about anyway??
Speaking of Blue Moon, my birthday is this Friday. For some reason the other day, an image of myself popped into my head that made me laugh out loud to no one but myself.
I am 19 and my best friend and some other amazing friends threw me a party. I'm sure there was a good bit of beer, albeit not Blue Moon. There are streamers and banners wishing me a Happy 19th.
And there I am in the middle wearing my present from my best friend-a plain white t-shirt with "WEEZER" spelled out in big black letters across the back.
Does anyone know who or what a Weezer is?
Long before I ever considered moving to the South, my best friends and I watched "Steel Magnolias". We all were given a character in the movie...and guess who I was? Weezer.
Why? She is a bit crazy, loud, sort of a bee-yatch and isn't afraid to rip a good belch. With a heart of gold.
Sort of me in a nutshell. To this day, my friends still refer to me as such sometimes and I still answer to it.
Now that I live in the South I appreciate the Weezer's of the world even more. Me being one, and all.
I wish I still had that shirt.
The Birds
So I go out through the garage today to meet the kids' bus afterschool and I hear this weird buzzing. I look around and see what at first glance is a ridiculously LARGE bug. As many know, certain bugs scare the Beejeezus out of me so I was not pleased. Plus I was holding Nora and would hate to throw her in the air, due to my fright.
Upon further investagation, I see it is a hummingbird. God Bless It. I had never seen one that close up before. It's very cute and very tiny.
It is also making very futile attempts to fly through my garage ceiling rather than the open doors.
I run to meet the kids off the bus and D and the twin run ahead, back to the house.
I hear him yelling frantically by the time I get back to the garage-"Mom, there is a HUMMINGBIRD trapped in our garage! We HAVE to help it!!!"
Yes son, I am aware.
I love that he is just like me and is like a First Responder to any of God's creatures who may be in dire straits. People like us are suckers for animals on the side of the road both dead or alive, spiders in webs, birds in nests and every dog and kitty you could ever find.
I was taught as a kid to put worms back in the grass should you meet one on a hot sidewalk.
Give turtles a helping hand across a busy road.
Feed and water strays-what if no one else would?
Always "find" your pet-don't buy your pet.
I have given the "God's Creatures" speech to both he and his friends more times than I can count.
As in, don't mess with them.
I really dig that he gets it.
Well done, little man.
Upon further investagation, I see it is a hummingbird. God Bless It. I had never seen one that close up before. It's very cute and very tiny.
It is also making very futile attempts to fly through my garage ceiling rather than the open doors.
I run to meet the kids off the bus and D and the twin run ahead, back to the house.
I hear him yelling frantically by the time I get back to the garage-"Mom, there is a HUMMINGBIRD trapped in our garage! We HAVE to help it!!!"
Yes son, I am aware.
I love that he is just like me and is like a First Responder to any of God's creatures who may be in dire straits. People like us are suckers for animals on the side of the road both dead or alive, spiders in webs, birds in nests and every dog and kitty you could ever find.
I was taught as a kid to put worms back in the grass should you meet one on a hot sidewalk.
Give turtles a helping hand across a busy road.
Feed and water strays-what if no one else would?
Always "find" your pet-don't buy your pet.
I have given the "God's Creatures" speech to both he and his friends more times than I can count.
As in, don't mess with them.
I really dig that he gets it.
Well done, little man.
Sore Loser
I am one.
I hate to lose anything.
I do, however, teach my children that winning isn't everything and the spirit of the game is most important. Blah, Blah, Blah.
It's all lip service.
I recently started working out again. Back in the day, this would have been much more commonplace than now. I haven't broken a true sweat since Gogo was in a size 1 diaper.
So I am at the Y on the treadmill, giving it the old college try. I am running and there are ladies on either side of me running as well.
We're into it-Ipods on, sweat flying, feet pounding.
I glance over to see at what speed they are running. Both are higher than me. DamnIt.
So I inch mine up a bit...realizing about 30 seconds into it that this isn't probably their 3rd day of running in almost 5 years. Hmm.
I am D.Y.I.N.G. but I refuse to lower my speed before one of them does. The minutes tick by (or was that really only seconds) and FINALLY the one on my right slows to a brisk walk at an elevated incline.
This is good. I can do this.
I burned more calories than normal, sweated by ass off and almost had a coronary. But I didn't surrender first.
Life is good.
I hate to lose anything.
I do, however, teach my children that winning isn't everything and the spirit of the game is most important. Blah, Blah, Blah.
It's all lip service.
I recently started working out again. Back in the day, this would have been much more commonplace than now. I haven't broken a true sweat since Gogo was in a size 1 diaper.
So I am at the Y on the treadmill, giving it the old college try. I am running and there are ladies on either side of me running as well.
We're into it-Ipods on, sweat flying, feet pounding.
I glance over to see at what speed they are running. Both are higher than me. DamnIt.
So I inch mine up a bit...realizing about 30 seconds into it that this isn't probably their 3rd day of running in almost 5 years. Hmm.
I am D.Y.I.N.G. but I refuse to lower my speed before one of them does. The minutes tick by (or was that really only seconds) and FINALLY the one on my right slows to a brisk walk at an elevated incline.
This is good. I can do this.
I burned more calories than normal, sweated by ass off and almost had a coronary. But I didn't surrender first.
Life is good.
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