I've been tagged again, but this time the questions are different. I love this one because I can write it quickly...or not. I'll probably have to do it in 8 different installments because I'm not sure if naptime is going to last much longer!
Let's get to it.
Four jobs I've had:
1) co-author
2) CNA (certified nursing assistant)
3) RN
4) Mom, mama, mommy, mamacita, madre (thanks Dora)
Four movies I've watched more than once:
1) The Journey of Natty Gann (thanks, Heather)
2) The Saint (thanks, Liss)
3) All 3 Bourne movies (thanks, Dan)
4) Identity (thanks...me)
Four places I've lived:
1) Gresham, Oregon
2) Santa Clarita, California (go Mustangs)
3) Troutdale, Oregon
4) Wood Village, Oregon
Four TV shows I watch:
1) Lost (best show of all time)
2) Survivor
3) ER
4) 48 Hours Mystery ("Real Life Drama," heck yeah)
Four places I've been:
1) London, England
2) Cairo, Egypt
3) Nairobi, Kenya
4) Vienna, Austria
Four people who email me regularly (doesn’t include blogging comments):
1) my Bible study girls
2) Pops
3) Jeremy (our real estate super-star, thanks for going above and beyond!)
4) my manager at work (NO I will NOT pick up more shifts)
Four of my favorite foods:
1) Red Robin's Whisky River BBQ Burger
2) Olive Garden's Fettuccine Alfredo
3) Szechuan Kitchen's Sesame Beef
4) Outback Steakhouse's Queensland Salad
Four places I would like to visit:
1) Fiji
2) Fiji
3) Venice, Italy
4) Australia (on my way to Fiji)
Four things I'm looking forward to in the coming year:
1) Moving! (Less than 2 weeks!)
2) Sending Jake to preschool
3) Keeping Ty out of the ER
4) Taking the kids to Dan's football games
Four friends I'm tagging:
1) Megan
2) Faith
3) Emily
4) Brandy
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
The details
Every day that passes I get more excited about this house we bought! I told you I'd give some details, so here you go. This house was originally WAY out of our price range, but since we won the lottery...ok, the details aren't that interesting. The owners of the house moved out of state and so they've been paying double mortgages. They were desperate to sell. The price of the house was dropped multiple tens of thousands, and fell right into our range. The day our offer was accepted another realator told them she had clients who wanted to buy. WHEW!! Just in the nick of time. Not a moment to spare. Down to the wire. There was no time like the present, so we bit the bullet. We got 'er done. Yada yada yada, so on and so forth.
The house is in Gresham, about 2 blocks away from my parents, which is the house I grew up in. My kids will stomp in the same grounds as their mother did. The neighborhood is new, built in 2005 on the site of a huge field my sister and the Tucker girls and I would run around in back in the day. The only downside to it is that the driveway is sloped and it is on a corner, so we won't be able to put in the basketball hoop Dan has always wanted for the boys. We're talking about someday revamping the backyard (also sloped) to be able to add that Court of Dreams.
Here's a few more pictures of the house, not as exciting as the last ones for some of you, but that utility sink in the laundry room (that's upstairs by the bedrooms so I'll have a better chance of putting clean clothes away) is never going to look as good as this picture after Ty's muddy/ketchuppy clothes and shoes get hosed off in there.
This is the blah green dining room (the color is way worse in person) that we're going to paint. Faith and Karina will be my advisors because I have no prayer of choosing the right color, I just know that this one is wrong. Interior design is not my forte.
I love the glass doors on the some of the kitchen cabinets. But I guess we should get some dishes more worthy of display than the Hot Wheels, Diego, and Tigger sets we have now.
The house is in Gresham, about 2 blocks away from my parents, which is the house I grew up in. My kids will stomp in the same grounds as their mother did. The neighborhood is new, built in 2005 on the site of a huge field my sister and the Tucker girls and I would run around in back in the day. The only downside to it is that the driveway is sloped and it is on a corner, so we won't be able to put in the basketball hoop Dan has always wanted for the boys. We're talking about someday revamping the backyard (also sloped) to be able to add that Court of Dreams.
Here's a few more pictures of the house, not as exciting as the last ones for some of you, but that utility sink in the laundry room (that's upstairs by the bedrooms so I'll have a better chance of putting clean clothes away) is never going to look as good as this picture after Ty's muddy/ketchuppy clothes and shoes get hosed off in there.
This is the blah green dining room (the color is way worse in person) that we're going to paint. Faith and Karina will be my advisors because I have no prayer of choosing the right color, I just know that this one is wrong. Interior design is not my forte.
I love the glass doors on the some of the kitchen cabinets. But I guess we should get some dishes more worthy of display than the Hot Wheels, Diego, and Tigger sets we have now.
Friday, April 18, 2008
We have a winner!
God, indeed, had a plan. Hmm, what do you know? We have accepted a good offer on our house, and made a good offer on...
More details to come, but I just wanted to update everyone. Pending any huge disasters, we'll move in on May 16. Thanks so much for praying for us! We couldn't be happier with this new house, and can't wait to have everybody over to see it. Here's more pictures to wet your appetite!
More details to come, but I just wanted to update everyone. Pending any huge disasters, we'll move in on May 16. Thanks so much for praying for us! We couldn't be happier with this new house, and can't wait to have everybody over to see it. Here's more pictures to wet your appetite!
Friday, April 11, 2008
Chirping birds and bouquets of daisies
First of all, thank you Marla for inspiring my title. I'm pleased to announce...WE HAVE AN OFFER on our house! We're trying not to get our hopes up because we still have to make a counter-offer because this one would give us a lot less money than we'd hoped. I told you the good news first. The bad news is that we lost the other house we'd put an offer on earlier. They gave us a chance, but our offer was bumped by a buyer who didn't have a house to sell. We lost the house on Monday and got an offer on ours today (Friday). Figures. But we have a few great options. We looked at one house the other day and pretty much loved it, but want to look at a few others before we decide. We got a list of the houses in our price range and in the area we want to be in, and there were 43. Probably going to find 1 that we like. Not too worried. God has a plan, and we're pretty optimistic about it. But we'd still love the prayers! Nothing is for sure yet, and until the papers are signed, I'm not going to get a lot of beauty sleep. So if you see me at WalMart, please remember how much stress I've been under...and put an extra 1/2 gallon of Rocky Road ice cream in my cart.
Friday, April 04, 2008
14 days
Since March 21st. Since my last post. Since the start of one of the worst Spring Breaks ever. Since my last moment of sanity.
I'm reluctant to even start writing because I really don't want to relive any of these last 2 weeks, but I'll give you a small window into our world, like the title of our blog always promises. But I'm not going to like it. You can't make me. I'll start with the negatives and end with the positives, so then we'll all realize that life is indeed good, like I wrote at the end of my last post (which seemingly jinxed my family for 2 weeks, sorry guys.)
I just wrote about 89 paragraphs and my eyes were crossing from reading my own melodrama, so I'm deleting it and going to condense it. For those of you who really want the full version, call me in a few weeks when I've collected myself.
Housesitting for my parents the last 2 1/2 weeks, left our house clean for people to come look at, people didn't come. So frustrating. Living out of suitcases, forgot 290 things. Sunday March 23 I went to work, didn't come home for days on end. Dan played Mr. Mom, neither of us wants to switch roles. Ever again. Exhausted working that many hours (but overtime pay was nice), Dan exhausted by our children. 3 1/2 and 2, enough said. Did it seriously snow over Spring Break? Yes, yes it did. So much for outdoor diversions. Thursday night March 27th Ty threw up in the car all over himself. Hosed off him and the carseat, went to work and hosed off a drunk who'd urinated all over himself while screaming profanities at me. Ty's vomit stopped until Monday morning March 30th, pile of it on my parents bed and on Felix's legs. More piles of vomit and explosions out the diaper for 2 days and 2 nights. Had to give him a shot. Poor guy. Poor laundry. Pure exhaustion. No vomit for 1 day, Dan throws up Wednesday night. Ty wakes up vomit free but snot filled, has been whining continually since last week. Never did I agree with his shirt's message more (and yes, I did buy it for him):
End of the negatives, I have GOT to remember the positives. Really and truly, we are blessed. Dan's sister Jane came up from California to visit last week and the kids loved seeing their auntie and her cute little baby bump! We love you and miss you Jane and Curtis, you guys are going to love being parents...even after this post, I swear the positives outweigh the negatives!
Tuesday night (wee hours of Wednesday morning) while I was at the hospital working, my friend Natalie had a baby boy upstairs, and I got to see him just hours after the birth. Caleb, you are beautiful, and you are so loved!
Yesterday, April 3 was my sister Karina's 29th birthday. I'm so glad I got to grow up with you, big sis. And I'm so glad we're getting to share our adult lives together as the greatest of friends. I love you J.!
And finally, early this morning Dan's cousin Kim had twins! Olivia and Jackson have two big brothers, and altough I'm dizzy with the thought of four kids under age 4, I know they can do it! Healthy mom and healthy babies, even though they had to come a bit early.
Lots of babies, huh? Lots of blessings. Congratulations all you mommies and daddies! And thank you, God, for reminding me even as I write that you are bigger than my problems. In fact, my problems aren't even big. But you care, nonetheless. Every good and perfect gift comes from you.
But if I may be so bold, I'm praying my perfect gifts will be vomit free very very soon.
I'm reluctant to even start writing because I really don't want to relive any of these last 2 weeks, but I'll give you a small window into our world, like the title of our blog always promises. But I'm not going to like it. You can't make me. I'll start with the negatives and end with the positives, so then we'll all realize that life is indeed good, like I wrote at the end of my last post (which seemingly jinxed my family for 2 weeks, sorry guys.)
I just wrote about 89 paragraphs and my eyes were crossing from reading my own melodrama, so I'm deleting it and going to condense it. For those of you who really want the full version, call me in a few weeks when I've collected myself.
Housesitting for my parents the last 2 1/2 weeks, left our house clean for people to come look at, people didn't come. So frustrating. Living out of suitcases, forgot 290 things. Sunday March 23 I went to work, didn't come home for days on end. Dan played Mr. Mom, neither of us wants to switch roles. Ever again. Exhausted working that many hours (but overtime pay was nice), Dan exhausted by our children. 3 1/2 and 2, enough said. Did it seriously snow over Spring Break? Yes, yes it did. So much for outdoor diversions. Thursday night March 27th Ty threw up in the car all over himself. Hosed off him and the carseat, went to work and hosed off a drunk who'd urinated all over himself while screaming profanities at me. Ty's vomit stopped until Monday morning March 30th, pile of it on my parents bed and on Felix's legs. More piles of vomit and explosions out the diaper for 2 days and 2 nights. Had to give him a shot. Poor guy. Poor laundry. Pure exhaustion. No vomit for 1 day, Dan throws up Wednesday night. Ty wakes up vomit free but snot filled, has been whining continually since last week. Never did I agree with his shirt's message more (and yes, I did buy it for him):
End of the negatives, I have GOT to remember the positives. Really and truly, we are blessed. Dan's sister Jane came up from California to visit last week and the kids loved seeing their auntie and her cute little baby bump! We love you and miss you Jane and Curtis, you guys are going to love being parents...even after this post, I swear the positives outweigh the negatives! Tuesday night (wee hours of Wednesday morning) while I was at the hospital working, my friend Natalie had a baby boy upstairs, and I got to see him just hours after the birth. Caleb, you are beautiful, and you are so loved!
Yesterday, April 3 was my sister Karina's 29th birthday. I'm so glad I got to grow up with you, big sis. And I'm so glad we're getting to share our adult lives together as the greatest of friends. I love you J.!
And finally, early this morning Dan's cousin Kim had twins! Olivia and Jackson have two big brothers, and altough I'm dizzy with the thought of four kids under age 4, I know they can do it! Healthy mom and healthy babies, even though they had to come a bit early.
Lots of babies, huh? Lots of blessings. Congratulations all you mommies and daddies! And thank you, God, for reminding me even as I write that you are bigger than my problems. In fact, my problems aren't even big. But you care, nonetheless. Every good and perfect gift comes from you.
But if I may be so bold, I'm praying my perfect gifts will be vomit free very very soon.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
It's all about me
(This particular blog, not life in general. Just clarifying.)
Age on your next birthday...
That's for you, Jake. And even though you can't count to 27 yet, it is not as big of a number as you think it is.
Favorite places to visit...
Favorite foods...
Favorite colors...
City where you were born...
Famous person you've been told you look like...
Someone told me this years ago, and Dan's response was, "Ugh, you don't look like her." Um...thanks?
Name of pet, past or present...
I'll give this one away. This is Felix Hernandez, for all you ladies who aren't married to ESPN junkies.
Champ. May God rest his diabetic springer spaniel soul.
First name...
without the "ina". But I really prefer...
with an "a"
Middle name...
Mother of Raymond. Wife of Frank. Oh, and also the most common girl middle name of all time.
Last name...
Someone said to me once, "Stump, huh? That's too bad. Hopefully you'll marry out of that one someday." I told him I married INTO it. "Wow, you sure must love the guy." I sure do. And I sure can think of plenty of other last names that would have been deal-breakers. At least none of us are missing any limbs.
Bad habit...
First job...
I realize this isn't typical. But plenty of kids work for their dad when they first start out.
Hobbies...
All types, though I'm actually not a big chick-flick-er to the delight of my husband. My mom taught me well.
READING them. Not writing them. Except for if we get really poor one day or I get really inspired. Or really plagiarize one of my dad's 500 books in the making.
Smelling it. Drinking it with friends. Smelling it and drinking it while my husband shakes his head in disgust. Drinking it by myself during naptime while I'm watching the 48 Hours Mystery that I TiVo every week. Ahhhh. Life is good.
Age on your next birthday...
That's for you, Jake. And even though you can't count to 27 yet, it is not as big of a number as you think it is.Favorite places to visit...
Favorite foods...
Favorite colors...
City where you were born...
Famous person you've been told you look like...
Someone told me this years ago, and Dan's response was, "Ugh, you don't look like her." Um...thanks?Name of pet, past or present...
I'll give this one away. This is Felix Hernandez, for all you ladies who aren't married to ESPN junkies.
Champ. May God rest his diabetic springer spaniel soul.First name...
without the "ina". But I really prefer...
with an "a"Middle name...
Mother of Raymond. Wife of Frank. Oh, and also the most common girl middle name of all time.Last name...
Someone said to me once, "Stump, huh? That's too bad. Hopefully you'll marry out of that one someday." I told him I married INTO it. "Wow, you sure must love the guy." I sure do. And I sure can think of plenty of other last names that would have been deal-breakers. At least none of us are missing any limbs.Bad habit...
First job...
I realize this isn't typical. But plenty of kids work for their dad when they first start out.Hobbies...
All types, though I'm actually not a big chick-flick-er to the delight of my husband. My mom taught me well.
READING them. Not writing them. Except for if we get really poor one day or I get really inspired. Or really plagiarize one of my dad's 500 books in the making.
Smelling it. Drinking it with friends. Smelling it and drinking it while my husband shakes his head in disgust. Drinking it by myself during naptime while I'm watching the 48 Hours Mystery that I TiVo every week. Ahhhh. Life is good.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Two years old
Happy birthday, Tyler Daniel! From the first moment I saw you, you have made my heart full. And my mind full. And definitely my hands full. In the two short years you've been alive, I think I can say that I've experienced more emotion with you than anyone I've ever known. I've been so in love and then 5 seconds later, so close to signing over my parental rights to anyone crazy enough to take you... but I can't imagine it any other way. You've made my ordinary life so extraordinary. And my blog so full of stories.
Your intense love for life has inspired me. Your intense love for ketchup has both amused and frightened me. Your inability to let anything stop you from getting what you want is both frustrating and admirable. I love the dimple on your left cheek when you flash a cheesy grin. I love watching you dance at any commercial with a tune. I love that you're trying to potty train yourself right now (even if it means taking off your diaper to poop directly on your bed and the floor, at least you know not to go in your pants anymore.) I love hearing you talk in complete sentences (even if it's "No, mommy, I do it," or "I need more ketchup right now.") I love that every morning you need to "sit mommy on couch for a minute" and we cuddle until you're awake enough to reek your usual havoc. I love that our fish tank has a trillion tiny hand prints on it 3 seconds after I wipe it down. I think listening to you talk to yourself is one of the funniest things I've ever experienced.
I think you have the greatest bedhead I've ever seen when your hair is long, but I think your new haircut makes you look like the little man you're starting to become. 
I think you have the best belly laugh I've ever heard.
I think you are fearfully and wonderfully made. "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. I can't wait to see all the wonderful things He will accomplish in and through you. I'm so thankful his plans for me included you. I couldn't love you more!
We had a birthday breakfast this morning of Starbucks hot chocolate and donuts and coffee cake. My "hot chocolate" was actually a gallon of coffee because I worked until 2:30am last night, even though I was only scheduled until 11pm, but that's beside the point. At least now we have some extra money that will go straight into the college fund. Ok, let's be honest...the ketchup fund has a more immediate need.
Happy birthday to my sweet, mischievous miracle. I'm so proud to be your mommy.
Friday, February 29, 2008
The update
Our house has been listed for a week and a half and we've had 2 people come look at it so far, which in this market, is pretty good. It's also good we don't have 5 people a day coming over because Ty helps me clean the house by throwing his half-eaten yogurt away and missing the garbage can. I'm hoping things will pick up a little in a few weeks, when it feels like spring and people start thinking about being in a new house for the summer. We'll see. And we'll pray. Because--drum roll please--we made an offer on a house. Of course it's an offer that's contingent on us selling our house (two mortgages = two stroke-inducing stress levels). Back to the house. You remember how I said our house feels about 6 square feet right now? This one is just a tiny bit bigger than that. How about 3372 square feet. That's more than two and a half times the size of our house. Just FYI, doing the math (without a calculator) to figure that out just now, gave me a twitch over my right eye. I usually default anything math related to Dan, the math teacher/tip calculator of the family. 
ANYWAY, the point is that if everything works out, we will have THE party house. The basement is bigger than our house now, please don't ask me by how much, so the playroom possibilities are making our minds reel. We got a pool table for free a while back that's been in pieces in our garage, so that will be in a prime spot. We'll get an adjustable basketball hoop for the boys, and can get a train set or an insane race track for Jake's hot wheels that we can leave set up at all times. Aaah, space. This house has a few things we want to update (it was built in 1974) but we'll have some extra money to do that over the next few years. Depending on how much we sell our house for, we'll have money in the bank to do a few projects from the very beginning. Like get a new industrial sized dishwasher because Ty somehow dirties 10 times as many dishes as the rest of us combined. He pulled these 5 spoons out of the dishwasher the other morning to eat his cereal. And I wonder why I constantly feel like I'm doing dishes...it's because I am.Anyway, we just couldn't be more excited about this house, so hopefully it will all work out. We've seen already that God's plan is better than ours, so we won't mourn in sackcloth and ashes if it falls through (that's for my girls' Bible study). But it's sure something we're praying hard for. Pray for us, and we'll host all the Super Bowl parties, 4th of July bashes, and playdates from now on. Speaking of playdates, some of our house guests may need to think about homing devices for their children so no one gets left behind in our gargantuan house. I already have one on order for Ty for his birthday in 10 days. Actually, I'll probably just put it on the ketchup bottle.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Sigh...
I needed a little pick-me-up. A new blogger template and some cute new pictures reminding me that my children are not always covered in condiments.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
It's official...
We've done it. Our house is on the market. Anybody interested in a great starter house? It has A/C, a gas fireplace, sprinklers front and back, easy freeway access, freshly lustered cabinets (courtesy of Natalie and Alison), and here's the kicker: it's walking distance to 2 Starbucks and the new Jamba Juice. Take a look...and know that this is BY FAR the cleanest my house has ever been, even in the pre-kid era. After garbage day tomorrow, we'll be junk free and loving life. Oh wait, we're going to have to show the house, so maybe we'll actually be hating life, but at least we're on the way to loving life from a new, much bigger, home sweet home. I must keep the big picture in mind in order to not lose it. Here's a little snapshot so you can feel a little of the panic I'm overwhelmed with about needing to keep things clean around here. This happened RIGHT after our house was listed:
That's not dust on the lens, that's powder smudged into the walls. Welcome to my world. I promise to keep you updated...as long as I'm not too busy scraping PB&J off the ceiling, or scrubbing blood out of the carpet. At least now, thanks to Jenne, I know I can hide the ketchup in the cabinet above the fridge. I can barely reach anything in there, but I'm still pretty confident I'll be blogging about Ty's miraculous ketchup-retrieval-expedition soon. Where there's a Ty, there's a way.
That's not dust on the lens, that's powder smudged into the walls. Welcome to my world. I promise to keep you updated...as long as I'm not too busy scraping PB&J off the ceiling, or scrubbing blood out of the carpet. At least now, thanks to Jenne, I know I can hide the ketchup in the cabinet above the fridge. I can barely reach anything in there, but I'm still pretty confident I'll be blogging about Ty's miraculous ketchup-retrieval-expedition soon. Where there's a Ty, there's a way.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I'm on strike
I'm not cleaning one more inch of my house for the next...oh, two minutes. That will be just about the amount of time it will take Ty to strip down to his diaper, roll around the kitchen in puddles of ketchup, and make a modern art masterpiece by repeatedly slamming his excessively ketchupped body into a freshly Mr. Clean Magic Eraser-ed wall.
We've been waiting for a few sunny days (God bless the Northwest) to be able to get yard work done in order to list our house. And after a ton of help today from family and friends, we'll be ready to get pictures taken and put it on the market on Monday. (The Brooklyn Tabernacle choir just erupted in the Hallelujah Chorus.) THANK YOU again to all that have helped us get our house under control! I've felt like this was going to be a never-ending process.
My friends Natalie and Alison cleaned and "lustered" the cabinets in my kitchen, for which they will receive many crowns in heaven. I believe Alison's exact words were "So...how much of the peanut butter and jelly do the kids actually get in their mouths?" Not enough, my dear friend, not nearly enough.
Her comment actually got me thinking. I'm proposing the idea to Dan that we do a family fast until our house sells. This will eliminate the need to do dishes, cut out about 90% of the messes the kids make, and drastically reduce our time in the bathroom therefore making clean-up much more manageable. Seems reasonable don't you think?
Oops, my two minutes are up. Good thing the boys are asleep for the night. Not that that means anything. I found blood on Ty's pillow yesterday morning. He's got so many bumps and bruises I can't tell what's new anymore, but I think he bit his tongue...probably practicing for his artistic debut: A Tribute To Ketchup And A Warning To Mom's Who Try Hiding It In The Back Of The Fridge.
We've been waiting for a few sunny days (God bless the Northwest) to be able to get yard work done in order to list our house. And after a ton of help today from family and friends, we'll be ready to get pictures taken and put it on the market on Monday. (The Brooklyn Tabernacle choir just erupted in the Hallelujah Chorus.) THANK YOU again to all that have helped us get our house under control! I've felt like this was going to be a never-ending process.
My friends Natalie and Alison cleaned and "lustered" the cabinets in my kitchen, for which they will receive many crowns in heaven. I believe Alison's exact words were "So...how much of the peanut butter and jelly do the kids actually get in their mouths?" Not enough, my dear friend, not nearly enough.
Her comment actually got me thinking. I'm proposing the idea to Dan that we do a family fast until our house sells. This will eliminate the need to do dishes, cut out about 90% of the messes the kids make, and drastically reduce our time in the bathroom therefore making clean-up much more manageable. Seems reasonable don't you think?
Oops, my two minutes are up. Good thing the boys are asleep for the night. Not that that means anything. I found blood on Ty's pillow yesterday morning. He's got so many bumps and bruises I can't tell what's new anymore, but I think he bit his tongue...probably practicing for his artistic debut: A Tribute To Ketchup And A Warning To Mom's Who Try Hiding It In The Back Of The Fridge.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
The 411
Let's be honest. I don't have time for the 5 mile long stories of the typical Ang Stump blog. But hopefully you'll get the gist of what's been going on with our family these days.
Dan's world: Suffering from pharyngitis, cephalgia, bronchitis, and is intermittantly febrile (sore throat, headache, chest cold, and has a fever off and on...sounds a lot better in medical terminology, plus it makes me look smarter) He's been sick for 3 weeks and is finally starting to shake it after having the whole week off.
Jake's world: playing with cars, watching the same 30 seconds of the movie Mouse Hunt at least 79 times in a row because he's now proficient in TiVo technology and the remote control; playing with more cars; ordering "2 apple pies, pwease" at McDonalds by himself holding a wadded-up one dollar bill to the cashier; hitting his brother for taking his cars; trying desperately to figure out his squirt toy in the bathtub and then shooting a stream of water into his brothers face and yelling at the top of his lungs "Ha ha, THAT'S what I'm talking about"; growing 6 inches in two days; and finally...playing with cars.
Ty's world: pulling down the new curtains mommy and auntie Karina worked so hard to put up; using a sharpie as body paint; supergluing his ring and pinky fingers together and then ripping them apart causing a chunk of skin to be relocated from one finger to the other; waking up approximately 18 times a night due to an everlasting cold and then waking up every morning with 6 inches of snot crusted from nose to chin; FINALLY getting over the cold only to get a fat bloody lip while throwing a temper tantrum about not getting an endless supply of tic tacs.
Ang's world: um, see above...and pray for my sanity
Dan's world: Suffering from pharyngitis, cephalgia, bronchitis, and is intermittantly febrile (sore throat, headache, chest cold, and has a fever off and on...sounds a lot better in medical terminology, plus it makes me look smarter) He's been sick for 3 weeks and is finally starting to shake it after having the whole week off.
Jake's world: playing with cars, watching the same 30 seconds of the movie Mouse Hunt at least 79 times in a row because he's now proficient in TiVo technology and the remote control; playing with more cars; ordering "2 apple pies, pwease" at McDonalds by himself holding a wadded-up one dollar bill to the cashier; hitting his brother for taking his cars; trying desperately to figure out his squirt toy in the bathtub and then shooting a stream of water into his brothers face and yelling at the top of his lungs "Ha ha, THAT'S what I'm talking about"; growing 6 inches in two days; and finally...playing with cars.
Ty's world: pulling down the new curtains mommy and auntie Karina worked so hard to put up; using a sharpie as body paint; supergluing his ring and pinky fingers together and then ripping them apart causing a chunk of skin to be relocated from one finger to the other; waking up approximately 18 times a night due to an everlasting cold and then waking up every morning with 6 inches of snot crusted from nose to chin; FINALLY getting over the cold only to get a fat bloody lip while throwing a temper tantrum about not getting an endless supply of tic tacs.
Ang's world: um, see above...and pray for my sanity
Thursday, January 24, 2008
It's almost February?
Jenne just reminded me. Seriously, February? Where did January go? Oh yes, I've spent most of January in the abyss that is my bedroom closet finding old "treasures" I have neglected to throw away until now. Why? And no, the reason is not because I've suddenly decided to get organized. It could be because my closet doors were unable to close properly because of the junk on the floor, but that's not it either. We've decided we're going to sell our house (I accidentally wrote "seal" our house, and although I like marine biology just as much as the next person, I can't picture a house with porpoise wallpaper attracting many buyers. My typos are proving to me how long I've been away from the computer.) ANYWAY, we're going to put our house on the market pretty soon, and I'm currently horrified by the thought of people being invited to open every closet and cabinet in my house at a moments notice. So I've been busy posting our why-not-try-to-get-some-money-out-of-this junk on Craigslist and dumping our I'm-embarrassed-to-say-I-ever-owned-this junk at the Salvation Army.
Normally the boys are not allowed in our room, not only because we're mean parents, but because it is never kid-proof. As you can tell from this picture.
I was knee deep in buried treasure when Ty found the NyQuil sitting on our bathroom counter. Ty's saying "One question, Mom. Just how much alcohol is in NyQuil?" Don't worry, most of it got on his face. OH, and my carpet. Even when I'm in 100% mom-mode (and not garbage man mode) this kid gets into things. I was just getting up the other day because I heard the kids get out of bed. By the time I'd put on my slippers Ty had pulled a kitchen chair up to the counter and eaten two bananas. Two HUGE bananas. I thought he was on the first one when I came out, then realized we were missing another one. I searched around the house for the other peel (which I didn't even know he could open) and then found it placed neatly in the garbage can. How thoughtful. I was conveniently gone when Dan had to change that afternoon dirty diaper. Sorry, dude.
I could go on for hours about the other things keeping me from this blog, like Jake deciding it would be fun to stand back and try to arch his stream of pee over the potty-chair I had on there for Ty instead of taking it off and lifting the lid. Ty never goes by the way, but INSISTS on sitting there during every diaper change for approximately 0.5 seconds and then says "aw done!" and runs around the house naked until I can catch him, then screams "no diapah, mommy" and arches his back as I try to pin him down. You can tell that never gets old. Or I could tell you about Ty's anger management issues that we're trying to deal with before he becomes a homicical maniac. Or Jakes new response to my question of why he's disobeying, "Because I LOVE to disobey." Or why he's hitting his brother, "because I LOVE hitting my brother" or why he's kicking the dog "because Daddy kicks him, and because I LOVE kicking my dog."
I'd always heard staying home with your kids is a full-time job. Some days I just wish I got paid overtime.
So that's January, folks. Tune in for more adventures. Selling the house, buying a new one, keeping Ty out of mortal danger. You know, the typical day-in-the-life stuff.
Normally the boys are not allowed in our room, not only because we're mean parents, but because it is never kid-proof. As you can tell from this picture.
I was knee deep in buried treasure when Ty found the NyQuil sitting on our bathroom counter. Ty's saying "One question, Mom. Just how much alcohol is in NyQuil?" Don't worry, most of it got on his face. OH, and my carpet. Even when I'm in 100% mom-mode (and not garbage man mode) this kid gets into things. I was just getting up the other day because I heard the kids get out of bed. By the time I'd put on my slippers Ty had pulled a kitchen chair up to the counter and eaten two bananas. Two HUGE bananas. I thought he was on the first one when I came out, then realized we were missing another one. I searched around the house for the other peel (which I didn't even know he could open) and then found it placed neatly in the garbage can. How thoughtful. I was conveniently gone when Dan had to change that afternoon dirty diaper. Sorry, dude.I could go on for hours about the other things keeping me from this blog, like Jake deciding it would be fun to stand back and try to arch his stream of pee over the potty-chair I had on there for Ty instead of taking it off and lifting the lid. Ty never goes by the way, but INSISTS on sitting there during every diaper change for approximately 0.5 seconds and then says "aw done!" and runs around the house naked until I can catch him, then screams "no diapah, mommy" and arches his back as I try to pin him down. You can tell that never gets old. Or I could tell you about Ty's anger management issues that we're trying to deal with before he becomes a homicical maniac. Or Jakes new response to my question of why he's disobeying, "Because I LOVE to disobey." Or why he's hitting his brother, "because I LOVE hitting my brother" or why he's kicking the dog "because Daddy kicks him, and because I LOVE kicking my dog."
I'd always heard staying home with your kids is a full-time job. Some days I just wish I got paid overtime.
So that's January, folks. Tune in for more adventures. Selling the house, buying a new one, keeping Ty out of mortal danger. You know, the typical day-in-the-life stuff.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
The best, and worst, of 2007
Once again, I should have done this post earlier. Way earlier. Like last year. (Get it? Dec 31st? Any laughs? No?) Forget it. Here's the Most Memorable Stump Moments of 2007.
Best (worst?) poop story of 2007: Mid January's Nightmare in the Bath, and yes it has taken me almost a year to laugh about it
Worst haircut: Jake's Spring Break Shave. Never again.
Proudest friendship moment: April 29, standing next to Heather when she said "I do"
Best grown-up time: June weekend at the beach, and December Christmas party while my kids were puking at my parents' house. Thanks again gram and pops, you're getting a big reward in heaven for that night...right Dad?
Best rock-star-meeting moment: last Saturday in May when my my rock-star dad introduced me to some new friends
Best vacation of 2007: umm, that time we spent the day in Clackamas...OH WAIT, Maui in August.
Best Alcorn family moment: listening to Jack Franklin's first cries outside the door with my mom
Biggest marriage compromise: August when boy met dog and girl met insanely large plasma TV
Best car of 2007 according to Jake: every single one he saw last year, live or in pictures, except evidently the Meyer's purple Dodge Ram. Sorry Di.
Worst dramatic trip to the pediatrician: 3 words... Jake, battery and nose
Worst Ty bruise (so far): November's ugly shiner after falling off a chair (while standing), and hitting his head first on a desk and then on the corner of the fireplace
Best 2007 moments: each of these and many more. My 4 boys (yes, I'm including Felix, but I counted him after Dan) made 2007 one of the best years of my life. I'm so looking forward to 2008. Speaking of 2008...
Best 2008 moment: thinking about all the time it will take everyone to go to each of these links and read my old ramblings. Hope you have a cup of coffee handy, enjoy!
Oh, and if you want more pictures of an Alcorn family Christmas, go to my dad's blog
Best (worst?) poop story of 2007: Mid January's Nightmare in the Bath, and yes it has taken me almost a year to laugh about it
Worst haircut: Jake's Spring Break Shave. Never again.
Proudest friendship moment: April 29, standing next to Heather when she said "I do"
Best grown-up time: June weekend at the beach, and December Christmas party while my kids were puking at my parents' house. Thanks again gram and pops, you're getting a big reward in heaven for that night...right Dad?
Best rock-star-meeting moment: last Saturday in May when my my rock-star dad introduced me to some new friends
Best vacation of 2007: umm, that time we spent the day in Clackamas...OH WAIT, Maui in August.
Best Alcorn family moment: listening to Jack Franklin's first cries outside the door with my mom
Biggest marriage compromise: August when boy met dog and girl met insanely large plasma TV
Best car of 2007 according to Jake: every single one he saw last year, live or in pictures, except evidently the Meyer's purple Dodge Ram. Sorry Di.
Worst dramatic trip to the pediatrician: 3 words... Jake, battery and nose
Worst Ty bruise (so far): November's ugly shiner after falling off a chair (while standing), and hitting his head first on a desk and then on the corner of the fireplace
Best 2007 moments: each of these and many more. My 4 boys (yes, I'm including Felix, but I counted him after Dan) made 2007 one of the best years of my life. I'm so looking forward to 2008. Speaking of 2008...
Best 2008 moment: thinking about all the time it will take everyone to go to each of these links and read my old ramblings. Hope you have a cup of coffee handy, enjoy!
Oh, and if you want more pictures of an Alcorn family Christmas, go to my dad's blog
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Merry Christmas to all...a little late
I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. I meant to post on Christmas Eve but after dinner and presents at the Alcorn's it was getting too late to pen the great American blog post. Then I wanted to post on Christmas but who (besides Faith) gets on the computer on Christmas day, then I meant to post on the 26th, OH but I worked from 11am-11:30pm. The 27th I was practically in a coma recovering from Christmas Eve, Christmas day, and saving lives left and right at work, and the 28th we had brunch at my sister's and dinner at the Stump's with Auntie Jane and Uncle Curtie. (Both boys couldn't get enough of their only close relatives living farther than 10 miles away, hint hint.) Then the 29th we spent at Dan's grandparents house doing a gift exchange, white elephant style but with good gifts (Aunt Joan stole the present I wanted, so I spit in her tea when she wasn't looking, haha who got the last laugh??) Especially since I could feel myself getting sicker and sicker with each passing moment. I took a 2 hour nap when we got home and wanted to die when I woke up. I knew I had a fever, but didn't take my temp until Sunday night when it was 104.3 degrees. Almost seizure worthy, are you impressed? Yesterday I got antibiotics and besides the fact that I'm coughing up lung number two today, I am starting to feel better. And (last excuse, I promise) even earlier this morning as I sat down to blog, Ty opened a bottle of white-out and painted himself and my bedroom floor, and while I was cleaning it up, drank the last 1/4 of my vanilla latte. I'm surprised he's sleeping right now. WOW, did you like those excuses? I'm a little long-winded...my father's daughter, indeed.
Now that I've taken up far too much of your time, I'll hit the holiday highlights. Here's a good story. Christmas eve we were picking up some last minute groceries and I was pushing the car-shaped cart (brilliant) at Fred Meyer with my two little elves reeking havoc left and right. I actually got to the check out counter needing to put 3 different items back because I had no idea they were thrown in my cart. ANYWAY, I'm trying to wheel that beast of a cart around a corner and I almost nail a sweet little elderly couple. I apologized profusely and the husband, a quite portly little gentleman, makes a remark about how it's no problem, and they have made the aisles bigger and so on, and Ty starts saying "Santa, Santa, ho ho ho, Santa" as we're walking away. I'm smiling at the Christmas spirit my son is caught up in when I realize that the old man had a nice white beard to go along with that bowl full of jelly stomach. It was cut short, but it was a beard nonetheless, and Ty couldn't have been more excited that he had just been chatting with St. Nick.
Too long again, sorry. Presents, food, adorable Christmas outfits (pix to come later)reading the Christmas story, stocking stuffers, delightful squeals of joy, more food, lots of family, singing Happy Birthday to Jesus, more food, more family, and disgusted squeals of anger when the toys were put away at bedtime. Speaking of bedtime, rabbit trail with me for a moment. I'll make it quick. Ty got a twin bed for Christmas, so the boys have been sleeping in the same room. We're eventually getting bunkbeds, but we're planning to move pretty soon so the beds are on the floor. Probably a good idea with Ty's history of...being Ty. But it always takes them about 1 1/2 hours to actually fall asleep. I'm not exaggerating. Dan had been scolding them the other night after about an hour, and said if they got out of their beds again, there would be spankings. He heard some noise and opened the door to find Jake standing with a pillow raised over his head, ready to pummel Ty. "But Daddy, I didn't get out of my bed." It always cracks me up to check on them before I go to sleep. This is what I found the other night:
I guess if you're going to use anyone's rear end for a pillow, Ty's diaper clad ghetto booty would be a pretty good choice.
So to sum it all up, even with the illnesses and sleepless nights, we loved being with family, we loved seeing the delight on our kids' faces, we loved celebrating the birth of our Savior, and we definitely had ourselves a merry little Christmas. Hope you did too.
Now that I've taken up far too much of your time, I'll hit the holiday highlights. Here's a good story. Christmas eve we were picking up some last minute groceries and I was pushing the car-shaped cart (brilliant) at Fred Meyer with my two little elves reeking havoc left and right. I actually got to the check out counter needing to put 3 different items back because I had no idea they were thrown in my cart. ANYWAY, I'm trying to wheel that beast of a cart around a corner and I almost nail a sweet little elderly couple. I apologized profusely and the husband, a quite portly little gentleman, makes a remark about how it's no problem, and they have made the aisles bigger and so on, and Ty starts saying "Santa, Santa, ho ho ho, Santa" as we're walking away. I'm smiling at the Christmas spirit my son is caught up in when I realize that the old man had a nice white beard to go along with that bowl full of jelly stomach. It was cut short, but it was a beard nonetheless, and Ty couldn't have been more excited that he had just been chatting with St. Nick.
Too long again, sorry. Presents, food, adorable Christmas outfits (pix to come later)reading the Christmas story, stocking stuffers, delightful squeals of joy, more food, lots of family, singing Happy Birthday to Jesus, more food, more family, and disgusted squeals of anger when the toys were put away at bedtime. Speaking of bedtime, rabbit trail with me for a moment. I'll make it quick. Ty got a twin bed for Christmas, so the boys have been sleeping in the same room. We're eventually getting bunkbeds, but we're planning to move pretty soon so the beds are on the floor. Probably a good idea with Ty's history of...being Ty. But it always takes them about 1 1/2 hours to actually fall asleep. I'm not exaggerating. Dan had been scolding them the other night after about an hour, and said if they got out of their beds again, there would be spankings. He heard some noise and opened the door to find Jake standing with a pillow raised over his head, ready to pummel Ty. "But Daddy, I didn't get out of my bed." It always cracks me up to check on them before I go to sleep. This is what I found the other night:
I guess if you're going to use anyone's rear end for a pillow, Ty's diaper clad ghetto booty would be a pretty good choice. So to sum it all up, even with the illnesses and sleepless nights, we loved being with family, we loved seeing the delight on our kids' faces, we loved celebrating the birth of our Savior, and we definitely had ourselves a merry little Christmas. Hope you did too.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Like father, like son.
I'm sure you've noticed that I've been taking a break from blogging for a while...a little sabbatical, or blogger hiatus, if you will. Am I refreshed? Um, not exactly. The reason for my absence in the blogosphere is two-fold. First, my kids have both been throwing up for the last week, and second...I wasn't able to find my computer under the pile of vomit-covered laundry that has taken over my house.
Now that we are on the mend (knock on wood) I NEED to post something funny because otherwise I'd be folding laundry and being responsible, and I may throw up and start the whole cycle over again if I have to match one more sock.
I meant to post this before the Great Stomach Virus of 2007, but here it is, late, but better than never. I put Ty down for a nap last week, and came out of his room to a very quiet house. Jake was not in the living room, or kitchen, or his bedroom, and the silence was getting a little too silent for me. I opened the bathroom door to find this...
Actually, what I saw was even funnier than the picture. He had his elbows on this knees and was looking intently at the sports page. I asked him, "What are you doing, Jake?" "Oh, I'm just poopin' and readin' about the NFL."
Hmm, wonder where he got that.
Now that we are on the mend (knock on wood) I NEED to post something funny because otherwise I'd be folding laundry and being responsible, and I may throw up and start the whole cycle over again if I have to match one more sock.
I meant to post this before the Great Stomach Virus of 2007, but here it is, late, but better than never. I put Ty down for a nap last week, and came out of his room to a very quiet house. Jake was not in the living room, or kitchen, or his bedroom, and the silence was getting a little too silent for me. I opened the bathroom door to find this...
Actually, what I saw was even funnier than the picture. He had his elbows on this knees and was looking intently at the sports page. I asked him, "What are you doing, Jake?" "Oh, I'm just poopin' and readin' about the NFL." Hmm, wonder where he got that.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Megan Nichole
Happy birthday to my best friend! Wow, where do I even start? In the 12 years we've been friends we have made so many memories. We ate 3 layer pb&j's and wild cherry Pepsi together in the Barlow High School cafeteria. I went to England to visit her at Bible school and almost got her expelled...way too long of a story to recall here, but if they ever make a movie of my life, that tale will definitely be in it. We were roomies at The Master's College my freshman year, and made too many inside jokes to count. We shared generic Kool-Aid (how poor is that?) and Kix with yogurt, and I made fun of her for eating Kashi "Good Friends" cereal. Mmm, twigs. We also shared a twin bed when we thought putting her mattress on top of mine would give us more space, regardless of the built-in bedframe that remained on her side of the room. We bargain shopped at Walmart and shared clothes, and camped out at Yosemite on Easter break.
We were in each other's weddings. She told me she was pregnant with Jenna right after I had Jake, and the moment Megan found out she was a girl, we both heard wedding bells. No pressure though now, especially because of Elsie and Ty.
We've had lots of typical best friend conversations where we start out crying and end up laughing. Whenever I'm down I can just think of Megan, genuinely confused, saying "Chicken fried steak...is that like 2 meats in one?"
Thanks Megan, for so many memories. And for all the ones that we're about to make. We may not be living next door to each other like we'd always planned, but a few miles away isn't too bad. I hope you have a wonderful birthday. I LOVE YOU!!
I have 38046 pictures of Megan and I, but none of them on a digital camera, so you'll have to imagine us hugging and grinning from ear to ear. We're pretty cute, huh?
We were in each other's weddings. She told me she was pregnant with Jenna right after I had Jake, and the moment Megan found out she was a girl, we both heard wedding bells. No pressure though now, especially because of Elsie and Ty.
We've had lots of typical best friend conversations where we start out crying and end up laughing. Whenever I'm down I can just think of Megan, genuinely confused, saying "Chicken fried steak...is that like 2 meats in one?"
Thanks Megan, for so many memories. And for all the ones that we're about to make. We may not be living next door to each other like we'd always planned, but a few miles away isn't too bad. I hope you have a wonderful birthday. I LOVE YOU!!
I have 38046 pictures of Megan and I, but none of them on a digital camera, so you'll have to imagine us hugging and grinning from ear to ear. We're pretty cute, huh?
Friday, November 30, 2007
Snot funny
We had an incident yesterday. A trip to the pediatrician and seconds away from a trip to a specialist. Buckle up, here we go:
At about 12:30pm I was making Scooby-Doo mac and cheese (not related, but thought you may want to know) and I heard Jake start wailing in the bathroom. I rushed in there and he was standing there holding his face and bawling. I started looking for blood and asked him what happened. "The thing--gulp, sob--the thing hurt my nose, mom." "What thing Jake, what's wrong?" "THE THING, MOM!" I looked all around the bathroom trying to figure out what THING could have hurt him and told him to calm down and tell me what the problem is. "The flashlight..." (He's been playing with a mini-flashlight for the last few days.) "How did the flashlight hurt you?" Wait for it...
"It's in my nose."
Um, WHAT? "I put the flashlight in my nose."
Well, I didn't see the flashlight dangling out of his nose, so I knew that couldn't be it. But I had him tip his head back and what did I see? Besides an ungodly amount of snot, I saw a small battery. The mini-flashlight battery. And that sucker was not going to come out, especially because of the now hysterical 3-year-old who thought his right nostril might be a fun place for that battery to hang out.
So an hour and a half later we were squeezed in to the pediatrician's office. This was the scene when we got into a room: The medical assistant walks in and starts talking to Jake. "So, what brings you in today?"
"I stuck a battery up my nose."
A muffled giggle. She looks at me, "I'm sorry, that's not funny." No, I'm thinking, It's not funny. Snot funny at all.Then the doctor comes in and she asks me, "Did you watch him do it?" Heck yeah, I told him to shove some more stuff up there, too. "Um, nooooo." But I actually knew what she meant. "I don't think anything else is up there. I asked him and he said it's only the battery."
Silence. I can hear her thinking: Mmm hmm. And your child is obviously totally reliable at this point.
Three terrifying tweezer-like instruments and one very swollen and bloody nostril later, the doctor says, "If I can't get it out with this one, I'll have to send you to the ENT specialist." (ENT=Ear, Nose and Throat but the words in my head were Expensive, Never-going-to-live-this-down and Traumatic). I found myself uttering a prayer I never thought I'd have to pray. Please, God let this woman be able to yank the battery out of my son's nose so we can afford some Christmas presents (with no small parts) for him and his brother.
And the Holy Spirit heard my groans and the Almighty released the battery along with a fistful of rust-colored snot. You think I'm being dramatic? After restraining a thoroughly horrified 3-year-old by having him sit on my lap, wrapping one leg around both of his, holding both his arms down with my right, and holding his bucking head still with my left, I think ...you don't know what drama is.
At about 12:30pm I was making Scooby-Doo mac and cheese (not related, but thought you may want to know) and I heard Jake start wailing in the bathroom. I rushed in there and he was standing there holding his face and bawling. I started looking for blood and asked him what happened. "The thing--gulp, sob--the thing hurt my nose, mom." "What thing Jake, what's wrong?" "THE THING, MOM!" I looked all around the bathroom trying to figure out what THING could have hurt him and told him to calm down and tell me what the problem is. "The flashlight..." (He's been playing with a mini-flashlight for the last few days.) "How did the flashlight hurt you?" Wait for it...
"It's in my nose."
Um, WHAT? "I put the flashlight in my nose."
Well, I didn't see the flashlight dangling out of his nose, so I knew that couldn't be it. But I had him tip his head back and what did I see? Besides an ungodly amount of snot, I saw a small battery. The mini-flashlight battery. And that sucker was not going to come out, especially because of the now hysterical 3-year-old who thought his right nostril might be a fun place for that battery to hang out.
So an hour and a half later we were squeezed in to the pediatrician's office. This was the scene when we got into a room: The medical assistant walks in and starts talking to Jake. "So, what brings you in today?"
"I stuck a battery up my nose."
A muffled giggle. She looks at me, "I'm sorry, that's not funny." No, I'm thinking, It's not funny. Snot funny at all.Then the doctor comes in and she asks me, "Did you watch him do it?" Heck yeah, I told him to shove some more stuff up there, too. "Um, nooooo." But I actually knew what she meant. "I don't think anything else is up there. I asked him and he said it's only the battery."
Silence. I can hear her thinking: Mmm hmm. And your child is obviously totally reliable at this point.
Three terrifying tweezer-like instruments and one very swollen and bloody nostril later, the doctor says, "If I can't get it out with this one, I'll have to send you to the ENT specialist." (ENT=Ear, Nose and Throat but the words in my head were Expensive, Never-going-to-live-this-down and Traumatic). I found myself uttering a prayer I never thought I'd have to pray. Please, God let this woman be able to yank the battery out of my son's nose so we can afford some Christmas presents (with no small parts) for him and his brother.
And the Holy Spirit heard my groans and the Almighty released the battery along with a fistful of rust-colored snot. You think I'm being dramatic? After restraining a thoroughly horrified 3-year-old by having him sit on my lap, wrapping one leg around both of his, holding both his arms down with my right, and holding his bucking head still with my left, I think ...you don't know what drama is.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Turkey Day and a nurse's ramblings
I hope everybody had a great Thanksgiving. Mine was a little hectic after Dan broke a rib playing tackle football (minus pads plus an absurd amount of testosterone) in the annual Turkey Bowl. So my morning was spent making food for 2 get-togethers and rummaging through the medicine cabinet for left over Vicodin and having to get the kids ready by myself as Dan grimaced on the couch. Poor baby, there's nothing you can do for broken ribs besides pain control, but at least he's getting out of changing dirty diapers for a while.
Dinner at the Stumps was great, and dinner at the Alcorns was great, and my stomach didn't feel quite as great after choosing to eat full meals at both. But isn't that what Thanksgiving is all about? Just kidding, I spent the whole day being thankful for all my blessings, not just Rolaids. I had to go straight from my parents to work (yeah holiday night shift pay), so the kids spent the night there to help out the Broken Rib...I mean my husband.
I know, I'm a nurse and I have the nurse habit of referring to people by their diagnosis instead of their name. I try not to, but sometimes it's just easier, and yes I'll admit it, a lot more amusing to do so. Examples? There was the "'I swear I'm not pregnant' teenager in full-term labor" in room 20 the other day. And the "I'm having 10/10 abdominal pain yet I'm currently downing a large bag of Cheetos" in room 15. And the ever popular "I claimed I was having chest pain so I'd get back to a room faster but really I have dental pain and want nearly lethal amounts of Demerol" in room 2. Just a little insight into my job as an ER nurse.
The Broken Rib and I could refer to our kids by their complaints as well. There's Jake "Ty keeps stealing my hot wheels and that's why I kicked him in the head" Stump and Ty "the last bruise on my face is almost gone so I thought jumping of the coffee table into the middle of Jake and his hot wheels would be a good idea" Stump.
I should be thankful no one calls me Ang "we should probably put her husband and kids in protective custody related to all of their suspicious injuries" Stump.
Dinner at the Stumps was great, and dinner at the Alcorns was great, and my stomach didn't feel quite as great after choosing to eat full meals at both. But isn't that what Thanksgiving is all about? Just kidding, I spent the whole day being thankful for all my blessings, not just Rolaids. I had to go straight from my parents to work (yeah holiday night shift pay), so the kids spent the night there to help out the Broken Rib...I mean my husband.
I know, I'm a nurse and I have the nurse habit of referring to people by their diagnosis instead of their name. I try not to, but sometimes it's just easier, and yes I'll admit it, a lot more amusing to do so. Examples? There was the "'I swear I'm not pregnant' teenager in full-term labor" in room 20 the other day. And the "I'm having 10/10 abdominal pain yet I'm currently downing a large bag of Cheetos" in room 15. And the ever popular "I claimed I was having chest pain so I'd get back to a room faster but really I have dental pain and want nearly lethal amounts of Demerol" in room 2. Just a little insight into my job as an ER nurse.
The Broken Rib and I could refer to our kids by their complaints as well. There's Jake "Ty keeps stealing my hot wheels and that's why I kicked him in the head" Stump and Ty "the last bruise on my face is almost gone so I thought jumping of the coffee table into the middle of Jake and his hot wheels would be a good idea" Stump.I should be thankful no one calls me Ang "we should probably put her husband and kids in protective custody related to all of their suspicious injuries" Stump.
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