Confession is good for the soul

So Caid has been sick for about a week - a cold that turned into a deep cough on Sunday night. On Tuesday we took him to the doctor and he was diagnosed with bronchial asthma and prescribed breathing treatments and steroids. He was feeling much better yesterday and this morning we were sending him back to school.

As we got in the car, I remembered I had not given him his medicine, so I ran back in the house grabbed a pill from the bottle with his name on it and a cup of water, and shoved it to him in the back seat. I dropped him off for school, and twenty minutes later received a call informing me that he was so sick he threw up in class, threw up as they carried him down the hall - too weak to walk, and threw up more in the clinic. What the heck!?

My husband was able to run get him and we talked on the phone trying to figure out what had caused this relapse. I pondered whether I should have given him the medicine with food and asked Danny to check the bottle. With alarm in his voice, he said, "Did you give him this medicine on the counter?" Uh, yeah. "This isn't his medicine. This is Ambien." What?!? I gave my baby a prescription sleeping pill?!!?  I pulled into CVS and conferred with the pharmacist, who called Poison Control, and was reassured that I had not given him enough to be toxic.

Caid and his daddy share the same first name, and therein lay the confusion. Thankfully, Caid managed to upchuck the offending medicine, and after a nap was feeling just fine. Well rested, even.

But I voluntarily took myself off the list of nominees for "Mother of the Year." And then I got to thinking, I probably should have removed myself a long time ago.

Other reasons I should not be under consideration for "Mother of the Year" (aside from the fact I gave my six-year-old an adult strength, prescription sleeping pill by accident):

1. Jack has been wearing the same shirt for four five days in a row. I guess that means he has not bathed since Sunday.

2. Gracie had to walk laps at recess in second grade because I forgot to sign her agenda - even though she handed it to me with a pen.

3. Sometimes I send my kids to school wearing socks of different colors because I just hate sorting socks. In fact, I've been known to go out and buy new socks rather than sorting the socks in my laundry basket.

4. I only wash my kids' sheets once a month... if that much.

5. The tooth fairy frequently forgets to come to our house on the first night after a tooth is lost.

6. I have rarely allowed my kids to listen to "kid music" in the car, preferring instead to listen to my own radio station. I found it amusing that one of the first songs Caid knew all the words to was "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard.

7. I have allowed Gracie to stay home from school because I didn't feel like fighting about it when she told me she didn't feel good even though I knew she was well enough to go. Conversely, I have sent her to school when she said she didn't feel good and I thought she was faking, only to get a call from the school nurse an hour later telling me she has a fever of 100.

8. It is October 29, and I have not yet purchased or made my children's Halloween costumes. In fact, I'm still not sure what they will be.

9. I consider an oatmeal cream pie and a cup of Sunny D a balanced breakfast.

10. I write a blog telling tales that will surely embarrass my children some day... and quite possibly already does.

Smart man

Me: "Oh, yeah. I remember you telling me that now. You did tell me."

D: "Just assume from now on that I've told you everything you don't remember."

Was there a major for that in college?

Gracie: "When are you going to take us to the fair?"

Me: "When we get rich."

A moment of silent thought.

Gracie: "I think you or Dad need to get a job as a millionaire."

Meeeeeeeeeeeeeee tooooooooooooooooooooo!

Project Life catch-up

I'm so behind in Project Life, I almost gave up. But I've been doing the Tony Horton 10-Minute Trainer workouts lately, and Tony says "Do your best, and forget the rest." So, I'm going to play catch-up here, and hopefully next Tuesday, I'll have a photo for each day of the week. It's been birthday season here, and I've been extraordinarily busy at work. Sometimes you get so busy living life that you forget to take pictures of it (and share them).  Here you go, a snippet from the past three weeks...

Friday, October 1 - Girls Weekend 2010 in North Myrtle Beach. Somehow Gail managed to snag us a limo!

Sunday, October 3 - My kids were happy to welcome me home. Nice to be missed.

Tuesday, October 5 - Jack's perch.

Thursday, October 7 - Caid's family birthday party. Birthday spankings were fun for everyone.

Friday, October 8 - Every year we have a bird who habitually attacks the window in our bedroom. Usually it's a cardinal, but this year it's a mockingbird.

Saturday, October 9 - I took the kids to Riverbanks to celebrate Caid and Jack's birthday. Caid's cute little friend, Colby, came with us. It was a fun day for all.

Monday, October 11 - Jack's family portrait. He's the largest figure with the heart shaped belly button. I'm the tiny one at the top. Wonder what a psychologist would say about this?

Wednesday, October 13 - Jack's birthday gifts to Sarah...a book by Jack, a magic wand made from wicker pulled out of the clothes basket and duct tape, a book pulled from his own shelf, pop rocks, a kazoo which he later took back, a pack of Reese's peanut butter cups, a magnet from our behavior chart, and a homemade card. As Sarah looked through the book, she asked him what a certain picture was. His answer: "a drawing."

Thursday, October 14 - playing a game with Jackie on my bed.

Friday, October 15 - Sarah and Evelyn Grace at Sarah's spend-the-night birthday party.

Saturday, October 16 -- Sarah, me, and Tammy at the Chris Tomlin concert - a great night.

Sunday, October 17 - my Sunday school class at St. Paul celebrating Carol's birthday.

Tuesday, October 19 - Caid lost a tooth. The tooth fairy actually remembered to show up!

Wednesday, October 20 - Sarah's first football game with the band. She only observed for her first game, but she had a great time and can't wait to play.

Friday, October 22 - Under the Tent - an evening benefiting Gravatt Camp and Conference Center. Here I am thanking folks.

Brotherly love

I've taken to eavesdropping on Caid and Jack when they are playing together...

 

Caid: "You're goofy." 

Jack: "You're goofy too." 

Caid: "No, I'm not. I'm regular."

 

and a few minutes later...

 

Caid: "Let me smell your butt, and then we'll play."

Jack: "Okay, let me smell your butt too."

Caid: "Here's a close-up."

 

I'd say they're both pretty goofy.

RIP Tom Bosley

Me (to my husband): "Did you hear the Tom Bosley died this week?"

Sarah: "Who is Tom Bosley?"

Me: "Happy Days?"

Sarah: "What's Happy Days?"

Me: "You know, the Fonz?"

Sarah: "Never heard of him."

I have neglected her education. We need to spend some time watching TV Land apparently.

Uhhh... awkward

Jack: "I want to be just like Dad when I grow up."

Me: "How do you want to be like Dad?"

Jack: "I want to take off my clothes and get in bed with Mom."

Uhhhh....

(Upon further investigation, we discovered he wants to sleep without a shirt. At least we think that's what he meant.)

Sunday is Church day

Jack: "What day comes after today?"

Me: "Wednesday."

Jack: "And then what day?"

Me: "Thursday."

Jack: "And then what day?"

Me: "Friday."

Jack: "And then what day?"

Me: "Saturday?"

Jack: "And then comes Sunday?"

Me: "Yes."

Jack: "Yayyyy!!! I can't wait to go to church."

Makes me happy.

I guess if Reagan can declare ketchup a vegetable...

Gracie told me she ate a cheeseburger, Cheetos, and sherbet for lunch today.

Me: "Did you have any fruit or vegetables?"

Gracie: "Yes."

Me: "Really? What?"

Gracie: "Pickles."

All growed up

Jack: "I can't watch Olivia. It's for babies. I'm four now."

D: "I like Olivia. Does that mean I'm a baby?"

Jack: "Yep."

One day I'll miss how he talks...

Jack: "Mommy look at my bunny. I dressed up it. Her name is Sista."

Invisible friend rejection

Jack told me that his best friend, Bracky, doesn't like him any more. Bracky is his invisible friend. It's pretty sad when your invisible friend turns on you.

Dad definitely cut the cheese

Kids were singing, "Who cut the cheese? Sarah cuts the cheese."

In order to stop a fight, I interjected, "No, Dad cut the cheese."

So they all started singing, "Who cut the cheese? Mom cut the cheese! Who cut the cheese? Mom always cut the cheese! Mom just cut the cheese! Mom keeps cutting the cheese! Who cut the cheese? Mom cut the cheese!"

For the record, I DID NOT CUT THE CHEESE!

Important fact: Sarah and Caid actually hate mushrooms

Gracie and I were shopping for Caid's birthday gift today.

G: "Let's get him mushrooms... and if he doesn't want them, he can give them to Sarah."

"I Don't Know"

I witnessed Jack drop a new ream of computer paper into the cat's water bowl and took off. When D came into the kitchen...

D: "Jack, what happened here?"

J (big shrug): "I dunno."

D: "Jack?"

J: "I dunno."

D: "Jack, it's okay if you dropped the paper. Accidents happen."

J (big sigh): "Phew! I thought you were going to call the policeman and tell them come throw my son, Jackie, in jail."

Birthdays

Jack: "Mom, thank you for my birthday!"

Me: "You're welcome, Jackie."

Jack: "No, I mean thank you for my next birthday."

(That would be approximately 358 days from now...)