The quarantine is up again. Jaden got the stomach flu last night. How horrible for him. I would like to be able to tell you how it was, but I don't know because I was sleeping through all of it. I keep thinking about him by himself in his room, feeling terrible and no one to comfort him.
He came up this morning after my wonderful night of sleep and said, "Mom, you aren't going to want to go downstairs because I threw up." I went to check out the damage and oh my...it wasn't pretty. As more of the story unfolded I discovered once he finally got out of the bed he laid down on the floor (with no blankets b/c they were all dirty) and slept. My sick baby slept on the floor of his room with no pillow or blankets. I kept asking myself why didn't I know and why he had to go through it alone. I was scared that he thought he couldn't bother me in the middle of the night.
Okay, crazy insecure mom...chill out and take care of your son.
So that is what I've been doing. I broke out the rubber gloves and the disinfectant and went to work. I set up a hang out area for him in front of the TV, put up the baby gate to keep Parker upstairs and am currently making sure he is stocked with saltines and sprite.
I did ask him why he didn't get me. His response? He felt too sick to get me. Oh right...I hadn't considered that. That would be too logical.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
what is it about nakedness?
Parker spent the better part of this evening clad in nothing but a diaper, leggings and black boots. Something about being naked inspired her to continually dance too...hmmm...could be an interesting ride raising her.
Monday, February 15, 2010
A Reflection
Dad called me yesterday. His reason for calling? He "wanted to hear my girl's voice." They returned yesterday from a cruise through the Bahamas. I asked him a variety of questions about their trip, and also knowing about the new dresses mom bought (on sale) for the trip I asked how she looked.
Pause.
"Oh sis...you should have seen her. She looked amazing. She is so beautiful"
and then he added, "In fact, she looked so good she couldn't keep her hands off of me."
Here is a little snapshot into my personality:
-I'm generally laid back.
-I tend to assume that someone will like me when they meet me unless they tell me otherwise (although I'm wrong about this at times, I prefer to stay ignorant).
-I've never grew up thinking my worth was based on how I looked.
Growing up I got a chance to see two extremely different people work together, raise children together, follow God together, and love each other unconditionally. They did a great job raising me (in spite of myself), but I think the most important thing I saw in their lives (after their commitment to God) was they way they loved each other.
They laid a foundation in my life that has benefited my husband, my children, my church and my friends.
So even though they may never read this post, I wanted to say thanks. And Happy Day After Valentines Day.
Pause.
"Oh sis...you should have seen her. She looked amazing. She is so beautiful"
and then he added, "In fact, she looked so good she couldn't keep her hands off of me."
Here is a little snapshot into my personality:
-I'm generally laid back.
-I tend to assume that someone will like me when they meet me unless they tell me otherwise (although I'm wrong about this at times, I prefer to stay ignorant).
-I've never grew up thinking my worth was based on how I looked.
Growing up I got a chance to see two extremely different people work together, raise children together, follow God together, and love each other unconditionally. They did a great job raising me (in spite of myself), but I think the most important thing I saw in their lives (after their commitment to God) was they way they loved each other.
They laid a foundation in my life that has benefited my husband, my children, my church and my friends.
So even though they may never read this post, I wanted to say thanks. And Happy Day After Valentines Day.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
cleanliness is next to...
I checked on Parker in the bathtub this weekend and found her washing herself with the toilet brush.
...and yes I did give her a second bath.
...and yes I did give her a second bath.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Harley with sidecart here I come
There are many redeeming qualities about my Scion. Today I cannot think of a one.
I attempted to travel through 1 inch of snow on our neighborhood street today and you would have thought I was trying to take it parasailing. I think I actually heard it laughing at me as I attempted to brake at a stop sign. Two minutes down the road I realize that I've left my purse at home, so I pull into the nearest parking lot to turn around. Like an idiot I assume it will turn when I ask it to turn, but it decides to go straight ahead into the nearest curb instead. Mind you, I am traveling the speed of a constipated turtle.
What really gets me is the "traction control" alert goes off. Which means it annoyingly beeps at me while I'm sliding into the curb. Can someone explain (really don't) to me the point of "traction control?" I thought it was intended to help and by help I mean not beeping at me to tell me what I already know...that I have lost control of my traction. Thank you for that information Scion. Here is a thought, how about you help me have some some actual traction?
Now, I know there are some out there who are already judging my driving skills (and lets be honest, my gender) for this unfortunate accident. I would like to invite you to drive my Scion...after signing a legal waiver and a preemptive apology of course.
I attempted to travel through 1 inch of snow on our neighborhood street today and you would have thought I was trying to take it parasailing. I think I actually heard it laughing at me as I attempted to brake at a stop sign. Two minutes down the road I realize that I've left my purse at home, so I pull into the nearest parking lot to turn around. Like an idiot I assume it will turn when I ask it to turn, but it decides to go straight ahead into the nearest curb instead. Mind you, I am traveling the speed of a constipated turtle.
What really gets me is the "traction control" alert goes off. Which means it annoyingly beeps at me while I'm sliding into the curb. Can someone explain (really don't) to me the point of "traction control?" I thought it was intended to help and by help I mean not beeping at me to tell me what I already know...that I have lost control of my traction. Thank you for that information Scion. Here is a thought, how about you help me have some some actual traction?
Now, I know there are some out there who are already judging my driving skills (and lets be honest, my gender) for this unfortunate accident. I would like to invite you to drive my Scion...after signing a legal waiver and a preemptive apology of course.
Friday, February 05, 2010
The Return of The Voice
"Good parents don't get annoyed with their children," so says the voice in my head. This voice also points out my growing gut and how ugly my feet are.
Well, you know what voice...maybe those parents don't have a pink monster currently climbing on her, yelling for her attention and a boy who repeats the same questions every 5 minutes. I haven't been ignoring them aside from a shower and now this current blog attempt.
My only solution is a car ride. Ahh, the joy of strapping them in.
Well, you know what voice...maybe those parents don't have a pink monster currently climbing on her, yelling for her attention and a boy who repeats the same questions every 5 minutes. I haven't been ignoring them aside from a shower and now this current blog attempt.
My only solution is a car ride. Ahh, the joy of strapping them in.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
And then there were Three
Trust me, I do think it is odd that I have mentioned the flu in most of my recent blogs. I know I should feel shame that out of all the things to fear in life I keep landing on the stomach flu...but seriously, that stuff is scary. It is getting closer. Dan woke up with it this morning. Poor guy. I immediately pulled out my rubber gloves and heavy duty cleanser/sanitizer. Jaden woke up early because of all the noise. I explained to him what was going on, but I may have been a bit on the dramatic side because he now refuses to come upstairs. Nothing like passing along your fears to the next generation.
Speaking of the next generation, I noticed something the other day. It was a small gesture, but it struck me. Parker hung her small Hello Kitty purse on the back of the chair on top of my purse. In fact, she has been repeatedly hanging her purse there for days. Granted, she may think that is the only place purses go because that is where mine always finds a home, but knowing Parker and her distaste of putting things away properly, I doubt it. She is mimicking me. The reality of children mimicking their parents has been obvious to me since Jaden was little...but there was something about seeing the tiny little purse hanging on top of mine that stirred something in me. I have a tiny woman in my home. We live in a world that is out to destroy women and their worth. I can only hope that as she grows and continues to mimick what she sees...that she sees a women who trusts God with her identity. Therein lies her only hope.
Speaking of the next generation, I noticed something the other day. It was a small gesture, but it struck me. Parker hung her small Hello Kitty purse on the back of the chair on top of my purse. In fact, she has been repeatedly hanging her purse there for days. Granted, she may think that is the only place purses go because that is where mine always finds a home, but knowing Parker and her distaste of putting things away properly, I doubt it. She is mimicking me. The reality of children mimicking their parents has been obvious to me since Jaden was little...but there was something about seeing the tiny little purse hanging on top of mine that stirred something in me. I have a tiny woman in my home. We live in a world that is out to destroy women and their worth. I can only hope that as she grows and continues to mimick what she sees...that she sees a women who trusts God with her identity. Therein lies her only hope.
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