Sore Eye

I am very fortunate to have both of my grandmothers living. I have an amazing friendship with both of them. They are a major part of my on and my children's lives. If I do not talk to them both everyday just to say hello, then it is every other day. I have learned so much from both of them. I enjoy listening to their stories and I appreciate and respect their advice. But I must say sometimes the things they tell me are pretty funny.

This morning Cat woke up with the dreaded pink eye. On my way into work I called my Granny (my Daddy's Mama) to see if Cathy could stay with her today (as she can not return to school until after 24 hours of antibiotic drops). Of course she said she would love to have her come over. During our conversation my grandmother expressed concern over how Cathy was feeling and that her eye must be really bothering her. She told me that "back in the old days people used to get the "sore eye" and she would feel so sorry for them. She said they would have to wear dark glasses so as not to expose others and that when they woke up in the morning their eyes would be matted shut, and that it was awful. But that she guesses people didn't get it anymore.

After listening to her I told her that what she was describing is the pink eye. She seemed astonished at the conclusion I had drawn. Then she said "well I guess we just didn't know what it was back then so they called it the "sore eye". There have been many ailments I have discussed with my grandmother over the years that she has a different name for than I. Long story short, I am so thankful to have both of them in my life to learn from their experiences. And here's hoping the rest of the house can stay "sore eye" free.

Bye Bye Diapers

Hello underoos! We have completed what seems like the final step from baby to big boy. Cody is using the potty wonderfully and has been wearing "big boy underwear" since last Thursday. He has only had one accident to date (I add proudly). We "really" started the process week before last, and by "really" I mean that I became consistent with taking him on a regular basis, where before I was taking him just a few times a day. It is all very exciting and bittersweet at the same time. Way to go Cody!!

Wasteful

Both Michael and myself bring our lunch to work. As you can imagine if we were to both eat out five times a week it would really add up. Pictured above is what's left of my lunch from today. I always buy the same old things for lunch (note to myself; because you like them, duh). Anyhow last time I went grocery shopping I decided I was going to "try something different". So I bought a Sesame Chicken Lean Cuisine. It looked good on the box, and the picture above even looks really good.

But it is not good (except the chicken part, which as you can see I have already eaten). I am trying to force myself to finish, I cannot through it away, I would be wasting money! And not to sound to cliche' but it really does make me feel guilty, here I am complaining of what I am eating when others do not have anything to eat.

Here Comes Peter Cotton Tail

Hopping down the bunny trail hippity hoppity Easter's on its way.

Bringing' every girl and boy baskets full of Easter joy,things to make your Easter bright and gay.

He's got jellybeans for Tommy, colored eggs for sister Sue, there's an orchid for your mommy and an Easter bonnet, too.

Oh! here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping' down the bunny trail, hippity hoppity, happy Easter day.

Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping' down the bunny trail, look at him stop, and listen to him say:"Try to do the things you should."Maybe if you're extra good, he'll roll lots of Easter eggs your way.

You'll wake up on Easter morning and you'll know that he was there when you find those chocolate bunnies that he's hiding everywhere.

Oh! here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping' down the bunny trail, hippity hoppity, happy Easter day.

Bounce back

Okay so yesterday morning I wake up feeling good. I hop out of bed head for the kitchen to feed the dog and pack the kids book bags. At which point I notice I am starting to feel nauseated. I brush it off and make my way upstairs to wake the kids. I walk into Cathy's room, and she is not in her bed. I find her hugging the porcelain throne.

I make sure she is okay and continue down the hall to wake the boys, at which point I feel the heat rush through me. You know what I am talking about that feeling of oh crap here we go. (One that was oh so familiar throughout my pregnancies). Long story short Cat and I ended up staying home yesterday. I felt so bad I was unable to even get out of bed and fetch us something to drink.

But here comes the point of my post. How do children bounce back so quickly. I believe we got whatever bug it was from Cody, who got sick on Sunday night. He was up and better within a few hours. As was Cat, I mean by last night she was way better. But here it is the next day, and my body feels like I have been in a major fight. Is this going to get worse with age?

All day soccer

All day this Saturday was spent at the soccer fields. First Cat had her game at 9 and then Colin had his at noon. Needless to say we were all pooped by the time we got home. Sitting in the sun can really drain your energy. Below are some pictures from Colin's game. He is number 4. I wish that I had a camera capable of taking action pictures from a distance.

Floater

Aah, the joys of motherhood. I made reference in my last post to the fact that Cody is currently potty training. Night before last it was bath time and both the boys were already in the tub when all of a sudden Cody stands up and says "I poop" "I poop".

At this point I rushed over to the tub excited he was telling me that he needed to go. I grabbed him out of the tub and placed him on the potty (covered in bubbles) when all of a sudden Colin breaks out with "Mama, it's floating in the tub".

OMG! I helped him out of the tub (also dripping with bubbles). I proceeded to drain the tub, remove the "floater", clean the tub, Lysol their toys that had been in the water, then refill the tub and proceed with their baths.