What Does It Mean When . . .

You radically change your hair style (in a good way, it's just a perm, I'm not sporting purple hair with spikes) and no one at church says anything about it?

 

It could really just be that I stayed home with a sick child last week and the week before I was driving to Savannah so it's been three weeks since I've seen anyone and even then I'm in the nursery so if you don't have a toddler, I don't see you anyway, but come on didn't anyone notice my curls?  Or are they just so hideous that everyone went with "if I can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all?"

 

Nothing like feeling like your invisible to make a girl's day.

 

And in other news, it's raining here in the Atlanta area.  Here's hoping it lasts for a few days.  The dire predictions for the complete lack of water come next summer if we don't get a lot of rain this winter are getting really depressing.

Your Welcome

What for? you ask.

This nice little warm spell we've had after the couple days of waking up to temps in the 40s (at least in my neck of the woods)

What did I have to do with that? you ask.

Well, the house started getting cool at night, not really turn-on-the-heater-cold, just the-kids-should-wear-long-sleeves-and-pants-to-bed-especially-since-none-of-them-will-keep-covers-on-cool. Problem was we were severely lacking in the long sleeve jammies department, so I bought new jammies for all the kids (and a jacket and gloves for me for work, cause I nearly froze the week before) and that very night the temp only dropped to the mid 60's and has stayed there since.

I can't promise this will last very long, the universe can only laugh at me for so long, but let me know when the cold is just too much for you and I'll buy new winter coats and hats and mittens for the crew. That should get us a couple of days of moderate weather sometime this winter.

(And as more evidence that the universe loves to tease me, the day the kids woke up and is was too cold for shorts and I realized they'd have to wear shorts anyway because I hadn't updated there long pants wardrobes since last spring, I made trip to the stores to get new jeans for everyone and then we had another week or more of shorts weather. Really it's a scary power.)

A Letter to My Children

Dear Kids

 

Please enjoy the cookies that your little sister and I baked while you were at school.

 

Should you think that the cookies are a bit off please do not think that I have lost my touch.

 

P is learning quickly how to bake cookies, I'm sure in a few short years she will be able to accomplish the task of dough mixing without any help from me -- she knows exactly which ingredients to pull from the cabinets and which measuring utensils are used for which ingredients.  She has not, however, mastered the number of times to use said utensil with said ingredient.

 

I removed as much of the over used ingredient as possible, but the damage was not completely fixable.

 

Any, know the cookies were made with love and please don't mention the taste to P.  She would be devastated if you didn't lover her cookies.

 

With much love,

Your Mother

Why I Love My Kids' Pediatrician

But first . . .

Why is it that your throat starts to hurt the instant the nurse swabs your kids' throats looking for strep?  Or does this only happen to me?

 

Now for the pediatrician. . .

Yesterday I took 2 of 5 to the doctor.  We were seeing the nurse practitioner rather than the doctor.  But the doctor saw us while we were walking back to the exam room.  He smiled and waved.  Nice, but not the reason I think he's fabulous.

 

As we were leaving, with a diagnosis of 1 strep and 1 probable strep, the doctor talking to another mother who was on her way out.  He finished that conversation and then did a quick job to catch up with us.  He went out of his way to ask, "Everyone okay?"  I gave him our diagnosis and he reminded me to call if we needed anything or thought the others might have the same thing. 

 

I know it seems like a small thing, but to a mom with sick kids, it means the world.

Crabby

Overheard while P and Little Girl We Baby Sit (who is 3 and will be forever more known on this blog as G) were watching Diego:

 

Diego:  Can you say "sea turtle?"

 

G: Sea turtle!!

 

P (who will usually happily play along with Diego): I DON'T WANT TO!!!

Sorry for My Absence

But I've spent every spare minute of the past two weeks working on my real estate course, at least until Thursday when I started my one-day-a-week-job, which left me with a huge headache so all I wanted to do was relax when I got home, and I made the mistake of starting a new book on Wednesday while I was waiting for C to have 3 of 7 baby teeth pulled so that he can resume wearing his orthodontic positioner that will hopefully help the adult teeth that had already started coming in behind the baby teeth come in close to straight and maybe he can avoid a second round of braces, and the new book distracted me on Friday so I didn't do my real estate course then either and we also took the little girls to out for lunch and did the grocery shopping and then today I had a photo shoot scheduled with a graduating senior, but my light broke 30 minutes before she was supposed to arrive so I had to push that back so I could run out and buy new lights, and then 3 hours later when I was finished with the photo shoot and I had to go to a birthday party for the little girl we baby sit and the rest of the weekend, and probably Monday, will be spent editing the nearly 200 shots from the shoot because she has to have them submitted for the yearbook before the end of the month and I really must get back to working on my real estate course, so I can't promise I'll be back again any time soon, but I will certainly try because I have these great little tidbits I've really been wanting to share.

Question

Why is it that the first child to get sick after the kids go back to school is the only child that doesn't GO to school?