Learning a New Language

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine myself learning this new language.
Testosteronese
I have been a little slow at picking it up. But I had a break through tonight with Daddy's Buddy. He actually understood me the first time I spoke.

I need you to sit down proper in your seat. We are going 64 miles per warp speed. If I get to light speed you might fly out the window.

He sat.

The tension in the suburban was thick. Would Mom make it it time? We were 3 minutes from the start of the new Clone Wars episode. I was doing all sorts of warp speed down the highway. Threatening to slow down out of warp speed if children did not remain safely seated and buckled into their seats.

Then there was "Hold on, I am making a warp speed turn."
To which Fun Mom corrected me, "Light speed turn."
I will rejoice in the one success today. :)

Dads, Sons and the Mom

First hockey game of the season.
I am working in the church nursery and show up before the second game.
On arrival, I am told Stephen was checked but ok. He sat out a few rotations because his ankle hurt. Dad roared and said I was not allowed to go to the locker room to check on him. I do try to respect the men and man~children in my life. Fine line between being mom and overly-mothering.
Next thing I hear is they are having a hard time getting his skate on, his ankle is swollen. But he'll try to skate during warm-up and see how it feels.
Momma bear is trying to stay quiet.
Hockey Player plays and the Mom can tell he is hurting. Not skating like he usually does.
Afterwards, I tell him I will see him at home. I also tell him, when he gets home he needs to soak his foot in epsom salts. (More so I don't have to smelly his funky foot, when I look at it.) Come home and take a look. A huge golf ball has somehow managed to work its way under my son's skin. Yowzer! Momma Bear insists on a trip to see the doc. But calls the doc on call for backup with the dad and son.
Left doc's office with a diagnosis of "severe sprain". Possible fractures but need the radiologist to look at. Get a call later, radiologist doesn't think there is a fracture.
This morning, Hockey Player is asking for pain medicine. It hurts to stand on it. He doesn't want to elevate it, because then it hurts to stand. Call to the doctor. He shouldn't be in that much pain with a brace on his foot.
Doc pulls up the xrays on his computer which is really a cool thing. He zooms in, spins the pics, zooms out, clicks a few times. Checks the spot on the xray where Hockey Player has the most pain. His knobby little ankle bone is fractured on the tip. Hard to catch fracture, but there all the same. Pretty purple/blue ankle this morning. I tried to get him to choose the purple cast. I even suggested the hot pink one. He chose royal blue.
Needless to say Dad and Hockey Player now know Mom will enter the locker room regardless of their wishes. The other players can run, hide, turn around it doesn't matter. I am not looking at them. Mom will take the skates and hide them. Hockey Player is too young to be playing injured.
Fun Mom thinks aloud, wish I could break my leg. She seems to like the attention Hockey Player is getting. She doesn't want the pain though. Mom can only shake her head. Enough drama for the rest of the year. Doctor is laughing because he only just saw Hockey Player for a physical last Thursday.
At least there's no locker rooms for 6 weeks. Whew... the boys can relax.
If I can bring myself to take pictures later, I will post them.

Science for the day!

Can't remember what I was doing exactly yesterday afternoon. But I happened to see a spider on Little Princess' window. Went to see about killing but not before noticing the fly he was carrying around in his jaws. No web. Just eight furry legs and a dead fly. I couldn't resist and called the kids to come check it out. There were a few who said, "cool!" and one that just squealed and squeaked and shrieked, "ewww!" Another, who just watched in awe. I went to capture him in a jar to let him outside. He had endeared himself to me. I couldn't bring myself to kill him after the entertainment he had inspired in Fun Mom to provide me with. :) And the awe and coolness factor I was elevated to for calling the children to witness such a fantasticly, gross discovery.
But, oops, he jumped, I was startled and now he is somewhere in Little Princess' room. Fun Mom went a little nutso and announced there was absolutely no way she was ever going to sleep in Little Princess' room ever again. I never told Little Princess. She woke just fine this morning. Doesn't seem to be missing any blood or body parts. Though, she does keep living behind some sticky substance everywhere she does......

Anyone wanna play Iceball?

A Crazy Wednesday night usually involves about 100 kids and thier parents at church for AWANA.
Last night, it started before we got in the suburban.
On our way into the garage and small pieces of hail began to fall. Living in Kansas, this is not wholly unusual. Being fond of my suburban, I was in no hurry to venture out.
It proceeded to hail for 30 minutes or so. During that time there were loud thumps on our roof. Louder than the hammering of a roofer. More like kids jumping up and down on the upstairs floor when I am in the basement. But the hail continued to look small. Then, I realized what I was seeing was the busted up pieces of hail coming off the roof. Then it grew quiet. I waited to make sure the storm was done. We had, had a brief moment of 60 mph winds. Then it started again. Louder than before and a lot of more jumping on the roof sounds. But this time the big stones were landing in the yard as well. Softball size! I have never seen hail this large until last night.
All is good though, the dog was cooped up in the garage to shake and shiver and cry through the storm. Initially, he was outside in the rain and I wasn't going to feel sorry for him because he was also laying in the kiddie pool in the rain. Silly dog. But then the pea size hail came and I conceded to the children he could go to the garage. They were worried he wouldn't go into his dog house. I am every so grateful for those warning little peas. I am even more grateful for the hedge of protection God wrapped so many people up in during this storm. So many were out and on the roads. It all started around 5:45 in the evening. People going home, church, sporting events and such.
We have 4 holes in our roof. Down to the base plywood layer and it is cracked in some of those holes. We'll be getting a new roof. Maybe siding and some guttering.
Craters in our yard offer new landscaping interest. We could not have been so creative all on our own. :)
But my favorite of all pictures in on the www.kwch.com website. Pictures of the Auburn Hills Golf Course. Those are some pretty large golf balls. In my twisted, silly humourous way, I find myself wondering if God and his angels were busy with putting practice last night and a few of the balls went wild? I remember being told thunder was actually the angels bowling. Lightening meant they had gotten a strike.
Here are a couple of pictures from our yard. The garden house and swing to offer a bit of perspective.

Four for Four

Four Year Old Boys have the ability to wrap their mommas around their little fingers so well.
1. When they say "I love you!" it is because it is bubbling out of their little hearts. Not because they want something.
2. When they say "You are the bestest momma ever!" it is because it is bubbling out of their little hearts. Not because they want something.
3. When they say "Momma, you are the beautifullest momma ever!" it is is because it is bubbling out of their little hearts. Not because they want something.
4. When they run up and grab you in a big hug it is because it is bubbling out of their little hearts. Not because they want something, or just got something.

I have a four year old little boy that is in love with his momma at this point in his life. As much as I enjoy each stage. I think I am going to miss this stage quite a bit. Especially now, that my other 2 boys are getting older and Dad is cooler more often than Mom.

Quiet....

Yesterday my kids and husband let me take a 5 hour nap!
To which, my dear, sweet friend replied with, "WHAT! ? ! Haven't you learned your lesson?"
The last time I took a nap, dog doo was tracked through the house and led to the marathon cleaning that left me so exhausted I drifted off to be unheard from for 5 hours.
I think the kids were just glad to have mom quiet and sleeping. It meant no more chores and scrubbing. They were also exhausted from the hours of outdoor play I had required of them while I cleaned.
But the last 24+ hours have been quiet. I am very grateful for that. They are even getting along with one another. A miracle in of itself. I love these moments. They are hard to interrupt. Its getting to be bed time, but I don't want to end this magical moment where my children are friends with one another and enjoying each other's company. I am free to listen to their sounds and reactions and also accomplish a thing or two in peace.

My Brain made me do it....

I haven't blogged much...
We got a dog.
We started school.
Big O Daddy O hurt his back (We learned yesterday he has a bulging disc in his lower back)
throw in 5 kids and the activity level of mine and there is not much left of this momma at the end of the day.
Nerves are shot. Sense of humor has become quiet concerning. I actually enjoy watching the dog get shocked from either his bark collar or the new electric fence meant to reinforce the command, "Stay".
I tore the back garden out so the fence people could lay the underground fencing/wire.
And Voila, set off a huge allergy flare. Eyes, nose, throat and skin....I am doing okay. Praying I won't need the steroids.
We celebrated one birthday and that post, well it will be coming before she turns 10. LOL. Getting ready to celebrate another.
Just learned hockey season will be starting up for us real quick. Tryouts start in a week. UGH, oooh, I meant YEAH !
Just to add a little more drama into explaining why I haven't been posting, the ghost "NOT ME" stepped in dog doo and tracked it all over the house. "NOT ME" also climbed onto one of the beds and wiped dog doo all over the mattress.
So off to the store to rent a carpet shampoo-er....
Just another month of craziness in my life...
However, I have not even started to explain the title of this post, so lets begin.
I am shampooing the carpet. Hockey Player is finally vaccuuming one of the rooms so I can shampoo it as well. Did I say finally... well the were kids asked, told, and told, and then mom blew. But it got done. Just as the vaccuum started there was a pop, the lights flashed and a slight blurble through the house. Then all was good. I didn't think anything of it.
That was until, Daddy's Buddy has anguish on his face and Big O Daddy O is asking what happened? Show me what happened? So I know something big has happened. I go immediately into denial, because I have plunged toilets this week, the dishwasher has broken, and the garbage disposal needs to be fixed as well...and did I mention BODO has a bulging disc that comes with a lot of back pain and he is pretty much useless in his role as Handy Man of the House right now. Because I am in denial, I keep shampooing. Because...I can do something about disgusting carpets.
Then the story comes tumbling out in BODO's hand lays a burned up, blackened contorted paper clip. 5 burned little fingers with blisters. Pointing at an outlet.... Tears...
"I won't do it again."
I dump the water. Pick up the phone and call the Nurse line. Nurse says, "Get him checked out at the hospital."
Off we go to the doctor's office, closer than the hospital and cheaper. Did I mention everything is falling apart and I just rented a shampoo-er. I am going to penny pinch if I can. He is not in life threatening distress yet. Have to explain he has been electrocuted, to my favorite nurse. The one I haven't seen in a year or so, she laughs and says, "I can see your life hasn't calmed down any." More phone calls. EKG? Protocols... I look at Daddy's Buddy and shake my head.
DB: "I don't think I am going to do that every day." (deadpanned, serious, straight faced. He's not joking."
ME: MY JAW DROPS, AND I LOOK AT HIM LIKE DUH, "HOW ABOUT NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, AGAIN!"
DB: looks at me like I have just crushed his feelings.
DB: I didn't want to do it.
ME: Where did you get the idea to do it?
DB: I didn't get the idea, my brain did. My brain told me to do it. If I didn't do it, my brain would blow up.
ME: Next time your brain tells you something, come tell me. I will talk to your brain.
DB: My brain can't be talked to.
ME: OH yes it can, I gave birth to that brain and I have super mom powers, I can talk to brains.
As we leave the doctor's office with 5 bandaids and a blown over stressed momma who needs some serious chocolate,
DB says, I think my brain got the idea from "Myth Busters"
ME: No more watching "Myth Busters!"

I love DB, I love his big head. Seriously, he has a big head. Doctor who delivered him even said so. I love his head. But his brain just might have to go.
And sooo, this is why my posts are far and few between these days. I need to go wind down some so I can sleep tonight and face yet another day tomorrow. Praying and Hoping BODO returns to normal health soon.