By now, you should know my thoughts on men vs. women while they are sick. I crack jokes about it just to keep myself from crying when my husband takes ill. Case in point:
This past week, my wrist started to really bug me. I hadn’t done anything to it, but there was certainly something wrong. So by Monday morning, when I couldn’t even move it, I headed into an orthopedist to get it checked out. After several XRays, and the doctor doing a bazillion tests on my hand and wrist, he said, “You have an injury in the top of your wrist affecting the lunar bone. It is supposed to be right up next to the neighboring bone, and yours has a big gap. Did you fall on it really hard? That must really hurt.” I told him I hadn’t remembered doing anything at all, and yes — it did hurt. He wanted to cast it to make sure I was not using it, but I told him I was just going to use a Rollerblade pad I had at home. (That was just quick thinking — I actually went to the store and picked a wrist bandage up.) So now I am into my second of many full days of wearing this ugly thing.
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Okay — so great story and all, but the moral and real point of this whole essay is that apparently I am tough as nails. Want more proof? How about the fact that my wrist started to bug me on Thursday, and cleaned the entire garage by myself for five hours on Saturday. Did it bother my wrist? Yes. Was it going to make the sweet things in my life as happy as clams? Yes. See — tough as nails. Want even more proof? I am typing this aren’t I?
Valentine’s Day is usually a tiny bit flat for us, but not this year. Micah had a doozy for me, and I was pretty impressed with my gift for him.
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So I have been on a waiting list for over three years to get a garden plot. The week before V Day, I got the call, and I got my plot! I was and am SO excited. But there is a ton of work to do to get it into tip top shape for my summer garden. For V Day, Micah surprised me with ordering all of the wood and wiring to get my garden set up for me. And it isn’t only getting set up a little bit, he actually said when I called him yesterday to ask what he was up to, “Hey Babe….I am just cruising around town to get stuff for your millionaire garden.” Hopefully it is because it looks like one and doesn’t cost like one!
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My gift for the Shmickity Dickity (besides a dinner that really was insanely good) –
I took the kids on a secret mission a few weeks back to get pictures taken of them. Micah has a very big and blank wall in his office that needs a little color.
So we went and took pictures, and I had them all blown up for his office wall.
(This one isn’t for the office wall, but for a frame in his closet. Especially since I was in sweats.)
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So we made him close his eyes after dinner while Scout and I put them all up on the mantel. When he opened them, he was really excited. He loved the pictures, and was excited that they were going in the office. And the really amazing part is that I told Scout the day we were taking the pictures what they were for. I told him it was a secret, and he couldn’t tell his dad. And for two long weeks, he kept his little lips sealed. I asked Micah if he ever hinted or gave it away, and Micah said not even a tiny bit. Nice work — my little tight-lipped boy! From this point forward, I elect you as my official confidant.
Scout has an amazing Sunbeam teacher. He is always bringing home cool little things, and he can basically recite the lesson. (Although many time I ask what he learned, and he will say “Nothing”. Smart Alec!) The week before VDay, he brought home this little craft he completed.
So as usual, I put it up on the fridge….and that is when I realized there was a special message on the back.
“Sometimes”? How about most times! And let’s just cut Dad out of the equation! But I do love that little name he wrote at the bottom. He signed all of his own Valentines this year, and I was really impressed that he can chicken scratch his way through S-C-O-U-T!
Ever since Scout learned he was going to play T Ball this year, he has asked when it was going to start. Well, last Friday was the big day. He was so excited, and had practiced so he was prepared. I was a little nervous about how he would be, but he exceeded my expectations. And he followed all of the rules I gave him before we got there.
Listen to the coaches (most classic coaches of all time), and do what they ask.
Try your hardest.
(Look at that throw!)
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When we got out, I told him, “Wow Scout , you did a really good job, and followed all of the rules.” Then I proceeded to tell Daddy all of the rules he followed. And when I finished, Scout piped in with, “And Mom, I also followed the rule to not cry.” I had forgotten that rule, but it is true — Scout didn’t cry for even one second!
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And the best part — when we were heading home, I told him how important it is to put his cleats back in the shoe cupboard so that whenever it is game or practice time we know where they are. Again, I forgot I had told him that, but when I went to put his Ugg boots away that very night, the cutest and teeniest cleats sat just where they were supposed to!
I just got these photos that Megan scanned in from Navy’s Chuck E. Cheeses party.
I love them all!
Whatever Scout does, Icka follows. So basically these two are doing things together all day long. This morning they were having running races (Scout is preparing for TBall), they are currently having a “picnic” of soybeans and string cheese on the counter top they aren’t supposed to be on, but are there every day all day, and they were both video chatting with Bella this morning. I love the Tweedles and their stinky ways. (Minus the sometimes disrespect that they get nailed for.)
Bella is the biggest fan of the Tweedles.
Scout is always one to do a stinky pose for the camera!
Oh yeah — and Scout is into showers now days, and sneaks in every time Micah is in it. Then of course Tweedle 2 heads on in and sneaks in also. It sure makes our mornings faster than usual!
Micah asking Icka if she knew what “white trash is”? (This was based on her looks of that moment and her messy eating habits.)
She said yeah — and went right over and opened the trash drawer to show him.
Clever or Clueless?
My guess is clever!
Don’t know who won, and don’t really care.
All I know is that Superbowl parties at Megan’s house are the best. Just ask my kids who I don’t see all day while we’re there.
Because a lot of the time, they are with multiple cousins on the tramp, or in their insane tree house.
Even while they are in their Sunday best.
When they are starving — they just bring the food along with them.
Or the weasels decide to hang out on their hill that has a bazillion fruit trees and other goodies.
In the meantime, I hang out with these two hostesses with the mostess.
The hot one who can grill up a mean meal.
And the party animal who always gets the action going!
If not outside, my kids can be found in a few other places.
At the table with bags of chips. (They think it is the biggest treat of all time!)
Or on a really special occasion — planted at the chocolate fountain.
Scout didn’t move for an hour.
It was a real-deal love affair.
Please expect a little treat in the mail, courtesy of Scout and Navy.
(I had Scout write out his name on each card, and some are much better than others, but on a few…he did a really good job!)
Every time Scout grumbles about doing the silverware, I tell him that one day when Sissy is big enough, she will take over that job and he will get another. The day finally came, and I am thrilled with the outcome.
Sissy is really good at putting the silverware away, and does a perfect job.
And Scout has been upgraded to taking the full trash bags out of the trash can, and then putting new bags in. He thinks this new job makes him “big” - and I agree!
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