My Summer Re-cap

This post was inspired by Lauren @ Gigglepotamus which reminded me that a blog post can be anything.

preschool graduation · keurig love · erin’s last dance & graduation · isabelle babysits · summer ‘camp’ · sully’s ice cream · punta cana with my sis · zoo · dancing elephant · shea is talking · and talking · and talking · sprinkler system · baseball game · neighborhood walks · throw up · big wheel · shea is 2 · july 4th town fair · bianco’s sausages · italian ice · fried dough · parade · firetrucks · lunch with nana & papa · driveway chalk cities · shea & lil · ice pops · fire pit · roasting hotdogs · corn on the cob · making s’mores · cocktails · chasing frogs · jimmy & ashlee · birthday parties · swinging ‘higher higher’ · training wheels · yianni & angelo · green green grass of home · beach days · throwing stones into the ocean · hermit crabs · ‘Save it, Mama!’ ·  stephen & jake · girls’ nites · carrie comes to town · 5-fingers · las vegas · ice bar · swimming in nonni’s pool · sleepovers · fishing with Grampy · dan is golfing  · big pork bbq · zipline · watermelon · blanket forts · date night · brothers fight · pizza nights with the hills · playdates · splashin’ slide pool · corn dogs · liam & mikayla · splinter extraction · sandcastles · shea-zilla · swimming · fireworks · cookouts · waves · sand rash · batman birthday party · humidity much? · new toys · dancing in his crabbypants · ‘meee-yummm’ · kindergarten orientation · shea has hair · haircuts · I spy · tomatoes · water guns · time out · hopscotch · first rainbow · riding the gator · sandbox · riding mower · mulch! · more words for shea every day · russell mill pool club ·  rock collectors · meltdowns · stay up late · IKEA love · liam is 5 · aquarium with kendal · train ride · kissing sea lion · mommy’s earring swims with fishes · zoo again · locked out · emu bite · monkey fight · dancing dogs · back to children’s museum · chasing seagulls · first boat ride · whale-watching · dinosaur train! · first day of school · tears · name tags · bus stop · not coming in from recess · better now · getting on the bus with no looks back · new friends · after-school brother hugs · welcome fall

Beware the Wild Jungle Yak

On the way to school this morning, Liam declared the following completely randomly and without prompting…
Liam: Mom. We need to be very careful when we are around yaks. They have very sharp pointy horns.

Me: Huh! Well! I hope we don’t bump into any!

Liam: Well we would in the jungle!

Now I’m not a science and nature expert… but I’m reasonably certain that “yaks in the jungle” = either an education FAIL or a Diego FAIL. I will not take responsibility for THAT one.

Yet… I do claim a teachable moment FAIL because I just couldn’t correct him in his earnest wrning for my well-being when confronted with a yak.

Parents Say the Darnedest Things

There are so many phrases that I never dreamed would come out of my mouth. As a parent, the realms of dictation are FAR BEYOND one’s imagination. I say some things that fall in this category of the absurd many many times a day. I offer them for your review. Feel free to add your own.

Don’t put the playdoh in your brother’s nose/ear/mouth/cup/hair.

Don’t feed playdoh to the dogs.

Don’t eat/lick the playdoh/sand/rock/chalk/car/menu/boogies/tissue/toy/your brother.

Don’t wipe your nose on the playdoh/couch/me/your brother/tv/dog.

Hands out of your pants.

Where did you poop?

Don’t touch the tv/remote/telephone/dog’s bum/poop.

Don”t touch someone else’s food/drink/tissue/mouth/nose/poop/bum/eyeball.

Get your hands out of your pants/the toilet/diaper genie/nose/ears/cage.

I will add new items as they occur. I’ve been meaning to start this for a while. It only gets more absurd from here, no?

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Vomit Shields – UP!

So here I was finally thinking we had gotten rid of it. IT. You know… THE PLAGUE that has been infesting my house and family since it struck Shea last Wednesday night. This stomach virus is a real SON OF A BITCH let me tell you. Why? First because the kids get it way worse than the adults. And because with the kids….it’s sneaky. How is it sneaky?

It makes you think it’s gone. Like Shea was fine all day Thurs – all nite and all day Friday. Friday night? Chunks at 3am. Again Saturday afternoon.

As a parent you feel very WHAT THE FRIGGITY FAAAAARK????

Except then the next morning…one of you gets it. Saturday I was in bed all friggin day wanting to die. Crazy stomach pain. Throwing up. Diarrhea… OHHHHH yeah. Lovely.

Sunday I am betterish. Monday even moreso. Monday at 4pm I get a text from Dan. “I feel like I’m going to puke any minute.” He’s home shortly after and has the stomach pain, diarrea and pukes. Oh my!

Meanwhile my puke-phobia is at an alltime HIGH and my chest hurts. I’m watching Liam like he’s a ticking timebomb. When is he gonna blow? He looks fine…. happy…hungry… (by the way between Lent abstinence and the stomach flu I have lost 10 lbs! Woohoo for epic suffering and sacrifice!)

Shea by now is fine again and keeping everything down. We figure Liam was spared and go to a big playdate Tuesday afternoon. Boys have a blast.

Wed morning Liam throws up on his pillow.

Are you EFFING KIDDING ME WITH THIS, LORD?

So Liam lays in my bed all day Wednesday watching Noggin and Sprout. He doesn’t throw up and he has a couple big bowel movements. He has 4 mini pancakes for dinner and at bedtime is crying because his stomach hurts. ARGH!

The poor imp is able to sleep through the night and wakes up happy. No appetite but more energy. We have lots of time with playdoh and tv and coloring. He goes to bed ok.

Last nite Shea was up several times and just kept crying. He didn’t get sick so I have no idea if this is related… he didn’t have much of an appetite this morning. But maybe that’s because…

at 6:30am Liam runs into our room crying. “My whole body feels like it’s going to spit up!” Then he did. All over my carpet.

I have scrubbed and cleaned and washed and sanitized. I have washed more linens in the past week than I probably have all of 2009 thus far. We have gone through bottles of pedialyte, gatorade, and a box of mini pancakes. I just want it to END.

END ALREADY FOR THE LOVE OF MY SANITY! This puke phobe has gone over her limit by at least 2x. I need a break and some happy smiley boys again. Whom I’m not afraid to feed.