Sickies

Well my morning started out wonderful. If you count carrying a puking kid to the bathroom wonderful (not). Andrew has some kind of bug and Ti has a cold. I had decided I would take Ti to the doctor because he screamed for about a hour last night after I took Andrew to Preschool.

When Andrew got up he was complaining about his tummy hurting and he said he didn't want to go to school. He usually is dressed and ready to go before anyone else. So I knew something was up. So after Timmy left with the older boys it all started. Andrew asked for the puke bowl.

You know that bowl that every family has. The bowl that is designated as the puke bowl. I think we have the perfect one. It is not very tall but big around. So when you are laying in bed you don't have to raise your head very high to use it. I mean if you really think about it, if the bowl is to high you have to do a lot more work and if it is not big enough around well it might not catch everything, you really do need the perfect bowl.

Now back to the subject of my wonderful morning. I quickly told Andrew if he was sick he needed to go to the bathroom. I could see it on his face. That moment when you are thinking do I grab them an run or should I try to contain the mess in one area. I thought we might make it. (NOT) We got to within about a foot of the tile floor. Now the fun job of cleaning. (NOT) This is usually Timmy's job. The cleaning up the carpet part. Lucky for me he was already gone to work. (NOT) I had to clean it up myself. Well at least I tried. Timmy worked on it some more tonight. I am obviously not very good at the cleaning the carpet part.

I quickly called Timmy and informed him that I could not take a puking kid to the doctor by myself since I would have Ti. He decided to come home around noon to help.

Later that morning I realized that Andrew was also running a fever so I decided it would probably be best if I just took both of the kids in. Ti actually was taking a pretty good nap ( probably due to the fact that he didn't sleep last night), so I wanted to wait until we woke up. We left for the doctor about 1:50. We didn't actually get to see the doctor until 5 aargh. We went to the walk in clinic on Wedington. If they had told us when we arrived that it would be that long we would have just went home and made and appointment with the pediatric clinic and waited at the house until that appointment. Timmy was very, very aggravated. He was suppose to be at ball practice at 5:30.

I went into the clinic to sign in around 2:00 and told them I was leaving the kids in the car with their dad until it was our turn. I was planning on waiting in the waiting room but she said she would call my cell phone when it was about time for us to go into a room. 2.5 hours later she called. aaargh I didn't want to have my kids in there with a bunch sick people. You should have heard all the hacking going on. Seriously people should learn how to cover their mouths when they cough. Turning your head the opposite direction doesn't cut it. I thought about stating my opinion about this but thought I would probably sound hateful. So I settled for just thinking my hateful thoughts.

They checked Andrew for the flu and strep and both came back negative. They said that Ti just had a cold and there was nothing that we could give him. I was afraid that it might have turned into and ear infection with all the screaming he was doing last night.

Ti went to bed pretty good tonight but Andrew just got up because he was really thirsty. I took his temperature again and it is about 102. Please pray that he gets over what he has really soon. His first basketball game is Saturday and it will break his heart if he has to miss it.

Another "Sweet Andrew"

Andrew "Noah lets go watch TV"

Noah "I am grounded"

Andrew "Am I grounded?" (Andrew is clueless most of the time)

Noah "no"

Andrew "Well get out of here because I am going to watch some TV"

I guess sometimes Andrew is not so sweet. lol









The other day Tim was walking Noah into school. Tim tried to hold his hand and Noah didn't want to. Tim asked why he didn't want to hold his hand and Noah's response was "Dad I am in the 2nd grade" Obviously when you are in the second grade you don't hold your parents hand walking across a parking lot where other kids might see you. Dad is so uncool. By next year he probably won't even want to be seen with us.

Ti - 7 Months

Ti is now 7 months. He is pretty happy especially when his mom, dad or brothers are entertaining him. He says DADADA all the time but we all know that his momma is his favorite. lol He can set up mostly by himself and he can roll around any where he wants to go. Everyone talks about how cute he is. And I totally agree with them. He is eating food about twice a day. He doesn't have any teeth yet but I think this will happen soon since his gums on the bottom are white half the time and he drools constantly. He loves the dog and wants to try to lick her if she gets close enough. He gives us kisses by licking or sucking anywhere we allow him to on our faces. I never thought I would enjoy having someone slobber on me. I really don't mind it at all. What can I say I am in love. Thank you Lord for giving us such a special little boy.

We Start Early

What can I say, we learn how to play the DS early at our house.

Sweet Tidbits

On the way to AWANAS.

Andrew "Mom, how do you get pregnant"

Mom & Dad - Silence

Andrew "Oh yeah, God gives them to you"

Noah "No, they are a spot in your eye and then they go down into your belly"

I guess we have used the saying "before you were even a twinkle in your daddy's eye" a little to much.

All Boy

We are definitely a house with all boys.

Where else can you eat a meal with everyone half dressed (except for mom of course) and have a discussion about arm pit hair.


Where else can you hear the following "I am going to try to touch them" And when you look out the window you see the following.

Where else can you send your oldest child outside to get rid of the dead mole that the dog has brought up onto the back porch. While telling your middle child "don't touch that dead animal, it's gross" Of course you would think when you told them to put it into the trash he would not have thrown it into the kitchen trash. Of course you would also think that the mom would realize this when there is a stench coming from that trash can.

Where else would you hear Dad say "don't throw dead animals in the kitchen trash"

Where else would your youngest son try to get his father to teach him the fine art of burping and talking at the same time.

Where else when you hear two children playing on the bed and the mom is not alarmed when she hears one of them say "you have to land on your feet when you are pushed off the bed".

6 Month Checkup

Look at that drool.

This picture cracks me up.

Weight: 16 lbs 10 oz 25th percentile
Height: 26.26 inches 50th percentile

I was surprised with the percentile for the weight. He seems chubby to me. He hasn't got any teeth yet but he is trying. He can roll over and almost set up by himself. The doctor said that he was right on target with everything.