Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year to Everyone!
Today, the little kids and I are headed out to Gatlinburg to do some shopping and watch the Ball Drop at midnight and the fireworks show. They are so excited!
Eli went ice skating with the youth group and then he is spending the night with some friends from church. Can you believe that he did not want to go shopping with us?
Dave and his dad have went to Atlanta to the Georgiadome to watch UT play in the Chick-Fila Bowl.
See you next year!

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Interview with the kids.

I just stole this from this super hilarious blog... I am interested to see what my kids say.

I will do Eli on his own.



Emma is six. Tripp is four.



Here goes.





What is something mom always says to you?

Emma: "Go Brush Your Teeth"



What makes mom happy?

Emma: Cleaning your room.

Tripp: Brushing your teeth



What makes mom sad?

Emma: When your mess up the house and she has to clean it again.
Tripp: Spanking kids.




How does your mom make you laugh?

Emma: When you tell her a joke.
Tripp: Saying funny stuff like "head ball"




What was your mom like as a child?

Emma: a good little girl.
Tripp: being nice to her little brother uncle chris.




How old is your mom?

Emma: 34

Tripp: shruggs shoulders.... 15... 17... 14?



How tall is your mom?

Emma: 25 inches

Tripp: 52



What is her favorite thing to do?

Emma: playing with her kids

Tripp: cuddling her kids


What does your mom do when you're not around?

Emma: clean the house.
Tripp: come in and sit in time out.




If your mom is on TV for something, what will it be for?

Emma: you would talk about stuff and like say what the weather is.
Tripp: seeing your kids and talking to them.




What is your mom really good at?

Emma: type

Tripp: cuddling



What is your mom not very good at?

Emma: "whoa, that is a good one!" washing a dog.
Tripp: not cleaning rooms




What is your mom's favorite food?

Emma: I got to go with Salad.

Tripp: tootie.



What makes you proud of your mom?

Emma: when she is a good mom and she does her best.

Tripp: loving her.



If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

Emma: Betty Boop

Tripp: George Lopez. no, boobidie boob.



What do you and your mom do together?

Emma: we go shopping together.
Tripp:Cuddle




How are you and your mom the same?

Emma: our eyes - they are both brown

Tripp: I dont know.



How are you and your mom different?

Emma: um, our hair

Tripp: I don't know.





How do you know your mom loves you?

Emma: help me with my homework.

Tripp: Cause God told me.



Where is your mom's favorite place to go?

Emma: Walmart
Tripp: Chuckie Cheese




What does your mom do for a job?

Emma: at the church.

Tripp: uh, she does everything so she can get alot of money.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Bad Mother of The Year!

Lemme share this with you- I am running on little sleep. I need some outside opinions and reassurances, so here goes.



Yesterday, Dave and I went to a funeral. The kids were at home playing. Everyone was jolly.



When I came home, Dave went to work, the kids were still playing, so I thought, "Well, this would be a great time to get a few things done. I have about 1 1/2 hours." So I went.



No biggie.



Nothing unusual.



When I come home, it is 5:15, no one has napped.



No biggie.



They have been taking no naps, or 30 min - 6 p.m. naps.



Following?



Ok, so Tripper was laying in the floor, by the heater, under his blanket.

I figure, he is just sleepy, this is not an unusual occurance.



I get him up, get him dressed for 6 p.m. church, and he tells me, "My eyebrows hurt. I am walking in circles. I can't see good."



Since he watches ICarley, HM, and all those dramatic shows, and he has been playing on the computer, and singing with Rock Band, I did not really think that he may be sick.



Just sleepy.



So we go to church. When I get him outta the van, he is still groggy. I think, "Hmmm, he will sleep through church. I will get to listen."



So we go in.



And he says the same thing about his dizziness, his eyes, his eyebrows.



I show Dave, we put him down, make him walk, Dave holds up fingers. He knows how to do all the stuff. So we go in, set down, and do church services.



About 10 minutes in, he is asleep. About 20 minutes in, I notice he is hot. Really Hot. HOT.



Dave agrees with my conclusion. We only have about a 50 minute service. So we wait. He wakes up about 10 minutes before it is over. He just lays still.



He is really sick. He never gets down to run. or play. and then he throws up.

I did something that I usually do not do. I ask if we can go to the ER.

We went. He was negative for H1N1 and Strep. He was diagnosed as a "virus."

That is OK. We spent the entire night listening to him vomit, talk to Emma about green balls (Emma was at Grandma's) and talk about opening Christmas gifts.

I think that I was so busy that I just did not pay attention to the "signs" - I rationalized that he could not be sick because we had not been around anyone; he likes to lay under his blanket and pretend to be a rock; it is not unusual for him to nap at 6 p.m. for about 30 minutes.

Anyways, my point being is that I got a couple of comments from someone and one look - "how could you NOT KNOW he was sick?

Anyone else ever miss "it"? Not catch that a kid is sick? My mother guilt is eating me alive. And I have a strong dislike for judgemental mommies. Especially one with only one kid :)