Christmas 2008
The Kung Fu Carvers
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Heh
So while I was standing in the bathroom taking deep breaths and giving Lexy new toilet paper to soak up the blood, my phone blipped that I had a message. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and found this picture. My step-dad took this picture of my mom sitting at a coffee shop in Auburn. I said, "Papa sent a picture of Gramma." Lexy is still crying but she hiccups out, "Where." So I turn my phone around so she can see and she leans forward. She starts to really cry again. Sobbing, she says, "Is she looking at my lip?" "No, honey."
Baseball Rules!!!
Baseball season is upon us. Last year he was a Cardinal, this year he's with the Yankees. He loves playing baseball and has a really good time. They've played two games so far and both games they smoked the other team (they don't keep official scores in Farm League but they smoked none the less). On Thursday, he told daddy that he was going to dedicate his first hit to me for my birthday :) I had to chase Lexy down but came back to one of the coaches strapping him into his catchers gear. The coach told him, "That was a great hit buddy." I said, "You hit the ball?" He nodded. "Was that my birthday hit?" He looked confused for just a brief moment then his face lit up. "YEAH!"
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Thinking bout what she done
It's Thursday morning and we're getting ready to leave the house. With about 30 minutes until we leave, I look at Kiernan and I see that look that he gets when he doesn't feel good. I asked him, "Is your stomach hurting?" He nods quickly and gives me that pained look. "Do you feel like you're going to throw up?" He nods again then starts crying. Crying = the throwing up is coming. I rush him to the bathroom but nothing happens. The stomach cramps subside a little and he laid down on my bed. I'm working on getting Lexy's teeth brushed and Kiernan started crying again and clutching his stomach. Again, nothing. I put toothpaste on Lexy's toothbrush and asked her to start brushing. I went out into the living room, grabbed Kiernan's clothes off the couch then walked back to my bedroom and handed him his clothes. Maybe 1 minute of walking. What could happen in 1 minute? A whole heck of a lot!! I had just handed him his clothes when Lexy starts SCREAMING! I rush to the bathroom and she's *in* the sink with her hands over her mouth and shrieking. As I get right next to her I realize that blood is dripping from between her fingers. "What did you DO!?" I yelled hysterically and shaking. She didn't answer and just continued to cry. I tried to pull her fingers away but could only manage to pry her fingers back a little bit to see a long slice across her upper lip. I'm completely confused and panicing because she's bleeding a lot. It is then that I glance down and see Mike's disposable razor right below her elbow. "Were you using daddy's razor?!" She groaned, "Noooooooo." But that was it. If daddy can shave his face, why can't she? Note: Lips bleed a LOT! I took her to the doctor just to make sure she was going to be ok (in case he needed to put in a stitch) but he said it looked good and that lips, while they bleed a lot, they also heal very quickly and never get infected because all of the blood circulating. Kiernan was so mezmerized by the whole event that I think he forgot that his stomach had been hurting and it didn't hurt for the rest of the day.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Our little game
Lexy and I have a game we play in the morning as we drive into town. She says to me, "Mom I have a boyfriend." To which I say, "No, you don't." "Yes, I do!" "Well, what it his name?" If the boyfriend actually has a name, it's different every time (and not really a word known in the English language) or she doesn't know his name at all.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I am really tired of sick children
We had a fantastic time at mom's house for Easter. Kiernan had been complaining that his stomach hurt earlier in day and didn't eat dinner that afternoon. When we started getting ready for bed the stomach cramping began. Poor guy spent the entire evening on the floor bent over a bowl throwing up and crying. Every 1 1/2-2 hours he woke up crying with bad stomach cramps and throwing up. Mike took him to the doctor's the next day and he said, "Looks like stomach flu." He was already starting to feel better by the time they got home and when I got home from work he felt like himself. But then it was time to get ready for bed and the stomach cramps started again. And he spent last night crying and bent over a bowl. That's not stomach flu! So we're now exploring something called H. Pylori which is a bacteria that causes ulcers in your stomach (Mike gets it occasionally). It is more prevelent in the evening when the stomach is empty. Mike picked him up some Zantac 75 this morning. An 8 year old on ulcer medication--Sheesh! He's just now starting to feel kind of bad again but now the intense stomach cramping like the past few nights. So we sit and wait to see what happens next. I am soooo sleepy!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I'm officially grossed out
Late last fall, I had a really bad cold that lingered for quite awhile. There was a lot of pressure in my sinuses and it felt like my right eye would move when I went to blow my nose. It was really grossing me out so I went to my regular doctor and my eye doctor. The eye doctor gave me some antibiotic eye drops that really didn’t do anything. It’s come and gone throughout the year depending on if I’m stuffy or not yadda yadda. On occasion I’ve noticed that if I blow my nose hard enough there is a bubbling effect in my right eye. Eww! But now it’s official, I can now blow air through the corner of my right eye. ACK! I think that once I get over my disgust I’ll try and swallow some milk and see if I can get it to squirt through the passageway. I don’t know when that will be but I’ll keep you in the loop.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Sick!
Mike and I are both sick The last time that happened I was pregnant with Kiernan We feel yucky
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I'm people!
I told Lexy that I was so hungry I was going to eat her foot. "I'm people! I'm not for eating!"
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Gweepy!
Lexy's little voice came from the backseat this morning. "We hate monsters." "Yes, we hate monsters," I replied. "NO MOMMY! We hate Monster Twucks!" "Oh, Monster Trucks. Why do we hate Monster Trucks?" "Cuz they're gweepy." "Gweepy?" NO! "Sleepy?" NO!
Some time went by and finally it struck me. "Because they're creepy?"
YES!
Some time went by and finally it struck me. "Because they're creepy?"
YES!
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I haven't done THAT in awhile
I fell asleep pretty early last night (10pm) and somewhere in the whole falling asleep process I must have set my alarm. It went off this morning at 6am and in the semi light I could sense that Mike was still in bed. Holy CRAP! He gets up before me!! What's he still doing in bed!? I hit my alarm and gently shook him. "Honey! You need to get up. You're usually gone by the time my alarm goes off." His head popped up and looked at his alarm. "Huh?" he said groggily. "Oh," I said, "It's Sunday huh." "yeeaah." SORRY!
Saturday, February 09, 2008
It has got to be over
We received a call that it was time to pick Kiernan up from "The Boy's" house. The message was that they "were done." So I put on my shoes and headed over to pick him up. "The Boy's" father walked Kiernan to the car and said, "Yeah, they were done." As soon as Kiernan got into the car he started bawling. He and "The Boy" had been playing an Army game and Kiernan had shot his character. "The Boy" was so mad that he started beating Kiernan up. "He" punched him the stomach (according to Kiernan a few times) and slapped his face before they were separated.
I can't do this anymore! I think a year is more than enough time to give that monster a chance. We tried it Mike's way for a year and you know what? It didn't work. Let someone else be his whipping boy.
I can't do this anymore! I think a year is more than enough time to give that monster a chance. We tried it Mike's way for a year and you know what? It didn't work. Let someone else be his whipping boy.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Super Bowl Sunday
So while we sit at our friends house watching Super Bowl there is a Search and Rescue team behind their house looking for Brianna Denison.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
8 year old boys
Are just about as bad as 8 year old girls.
"You only pick the video games you're good at!"
"You're trying to distract me by making that noise."
And after I told my son to stop
"If I have to stop then he needs to go home."
1...2...3...4..5...6...7...8...9.......10
"If I take him home then you spend the evening in your room."
And now they're fine.
"You only pick the video games you're good at!"
"You're trying to distract me by making that noise."
And after I told my son to stop
"If I have to stop then he needs to go home."
1...2...3...4..5...6...7...8...9.......10
"If I take him home then you spend the evening in your room."
And now they're fine.
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