Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Last night when Duh-duh comes up limping and I ask him what's wrong and he says his leg hurts and I ask him to pull up his pant leg and show me and he does and I see a soft-ball size lump on the inside of his knee, I almost passed out. That's not a hyperbole, either. I've passed out before, many a time. I know the symptoms. I felt nauseous, I got those cold prickles and I immediately went to the bedroom and laid down. This was a job for Daddy!
So, I was ready to take the kid to the ER, but Daddy, the rational engineer in the family, said that it's not bruised, he's not screaming in agony, let's just ice it and wait till tomorrow. So, that's what we did. The soft-ball size lump is gone, but the knee is still pretty swollen. So, we're icing it and wrapping it. He's walking on it fine.
Oh, how did he get it? Wrestling with his brother. Who is 15 lbs. heavier than he is. And only a year older, if you can believe that.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
But we had a great time, had lunch together (here's my little homeboy, thinkin' he's a middle schooler) and enjoyed a couple hours of fellowship!
It was the perfect day for a rocket launch.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Oh! You knew that already. OK, then!..... I've loved cats all my life. Hmmm, you knew that, too. Well, that's ok. I guess it was all my posts and gratuitious pictures at the end of other posts about my cats that gave it away. Anyhow, one of the things I really love about cats is their ability to nap. It's quite fascinating. One day we caught Socksie sleeping on top of the cucumber trellis.
Look at these stretches! Aren't they exquisite. I wish I could do as thorough a stretch as she does. I think it would take care of a lot of my chiropractic problems.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Yesterday was a bad day. Yes, even when you're "Livin' the Good Life", you do have bad days. And yesterday was one of them. It didn't help that I was feeling, um.... er... um.... hormonal. That kind of really puts me on edge. But Bubba was in rare form. You know, after yesterday's performance, I decided to enroll him in Harvard Law School post haste because he can argue every point with vigor and passion. Anyhow, we started off the morning butting heads and it didn't ever let up. The whining, the arguing, the fussing, the "it's NOT fair!"s, and then the expectation that even though he just made my life miserable I should let him.... have snack right before dinner (What? I can't? NO FAIR!), watch tv, play computer games, do this, that and the other. So, as I collapsed on a chair and sent up a prayer (which was better than my usual way of coping which is going to the pantry and getting chocolate chips), I heard God say, "You need to apologize!" Of course, I say,"That's not fair! HE'S the one who was being horrible all day. Yes, I was snappy and short with him, BUT it was HIS fault!" "Yes, but that is no excuse for your behaviour toward him. Apologize!" So, I did. And no, the heavens didn't open up. The "Hallelujah Chorus" didn't resound. It wasn't a tender moment with tears (I'm not that type anyway). But, it was a genuine apology with no "buts", as in, "I'm sorry I was short with you, but....". It was just an apology with a "will you forgive me?" at the end. And he said, "Yes. God bless you, Mommy!" and that was it. But, it needed to happen. Because love means always being the first to apologize.
Monday, February 14, 2011
We climbed trees.
And we tramped over trails and through green tunnels. And we sat on bridges and looked for things like tadpoles and fishes.
And we wacked sticks in the creek and looked for evidence of beavers (that would be gnawed on logs) and listened to red-tailed hawks squawk and learned about the three species of willow that grow along the creek banks.
We also played catch with oak galls and heard stories of bobcats and skunks.
That's what we did with eight and a half acres with a creek running through it. What would you do?
Thursday, February 10, 2011
This kid has been getting taller and taller. A couple years ago the pediatrician said he'd be tall because he had big hands and feet. Well, I think the pediatrician's going to be right. She's been growing, too. And she's going to be 5 years old in about 3 weeks. I have no idea how that happened. I can still remember looking at her when we picked her up from the hospital. She's was this skinny little thing with all this dark hair. And now look at her.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
OK, so it's last November and Hubby and I are trying to decide what to get the boys for Christmas. Then, he has this great idea.... how about bbguns. Well, I have no problem with that. They are getting older and I think it's important that boys know how to shoot a gun. We are NRA members, afterall. So, ok, that's settled. We're getting the boys bbguns for Christmas. December comes along and we think, "Hey, why don't we set the stage for this a little and show the kids the great, classic Christmas move, 'A Christmas Story'." Yeah, that's a great idea. They'll see the kid with the bbgun and think to themselves, we want a bbgun and then on Christmas day, what a surprise.... it's a bbgun! OK, so our little plan is working great. However, they don't seem to enjoy "A Christmas Story" as much as we thought they would. Maybe they're a little young still. Well, whatever. We're still pretty excited.
Fast forward to Christmas morning. The boys unwrap their presents and Duh-duh gets this look of horror on his face as he unwraps his bbgun. "Is it a real gun?" he asks? "Yes," we say. "I don't want that!!!!!" he says as he pushes it off his lap. Bubba was equally unenthusiastic. Not quite the response we were hoping for. Anyhow, we pack the guns up and take them with us to Grandma's house, thinking that maybe we would be able to talk them into shooting them.
Bubba is the only one we could convince to come out to the back with us and he stood there for the first five minutes like this. It was pretty funny!
But, then, I guess, after he saw Grandma shooting, and his cousing shooting, he decided it wasn't all that bad.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Oh, and just for fun.... here's another gratuitous picture of my cat. She's stalking a visiting cat who happened upon our backyard this afternoon.