The sweetest husband in the world

I have been a little under the weather lately. Sunday I had another Vertigo spell, during church actually. Aric took me home as soon as he could to get me medicated promptly. I slept all Sunday and dreaded Monday morning because Aric will essentially be gone all week, lots of overnight call and long days in between. Atleast he is delivering babies, I think that would be a fun job to have. The patients are happy to be there (or atleast after birth) and getting to witness so many little miracles would be awesome.

I get weird during my dizzy spells. I still don't have a good term. Any suggestions?

I slip into a dark mood. I am cranky, moody, my body is exhausted, and I just want to sleep for a week solid until my body has recuperated enough to function, but I have 3 little ones who have enough energy to keep the world spinning. Actually they keep me going. They give me a reason to smile, to laugh, and to cry over the spilled milk that I would truly rather leave on the floor than clean up.

Then there is my sweet husband who gets so worried about me when I'm sick and calls to make sure I'm doing well and I know it kills him that he can't be there for me 24/7. He runs to the hospital to get me the medicine that we hope will actually make me better instead of just treat the symptoms. But instead the meds pretty much knocks me out so I can't function which would be great if i didn't have to be functionable.

Today I just had a meltdown. I am tired, cranky, sick of being tired and cranky, and want to be better. I want to be me. Now I know how two years old feel when no one can understand how they feel. My poor husband text pages me to see how I'm doing, and boy does he get it! I will not disclose my colorful text, but I'm crying, he's perplexed, and we are both apologizing. We rarely ever fight. Thank goodness because I hate it.

I had to go to an eye appointment this afternoon and told my doctor I need some good news because it's been a crappy week. We are pretty much on a first name basis after 4 or 5 appointments in 2 months. Well, my eyes are not better and have to see him in yet another week. My eyes have "infiltrates" in them (whatever those are- annoying?)and I have to stay out of my contacts for probably a few more months. I am beginning to wonder if he's just making it all up.

When I get home there is a lovely message saying someone wants to deliver flowers. Flowers? Well alright come on over! I told the kids someone may be coming by and Brecklen is my little look out. "Mom, there is a human in our driveway, and he's really old with white hair!" (see blog on humans below for my child's definition of 'human' if ya don't get it).

My beautiful bouquet of flowers. This picture just doesn't do the flowers justice. I love daisies, they are one of my favorite flowers. They just make me happy. My kids are super excited about the yummy chocolate that came with it. Me too. I love chocolate, especially anything with mint or carmel, and there was plenty of both. Yummy!

Frankly I didn't deserve the flowers and immediately started crying because that is one (of many) of the sweetest things he has ever done, and I didn't deserve them. But I'm glad he sent them because they did make me happy. I text paged Aric with a big thank you and told him I HAD to see him tonight, if possible. I missed him so much. He was gone all day, and going to be working all night so I wouldn't see him until afternoon the next day and I couldn't wait that long. So I round up the kiddos and we drive down to the hospital to see him for 5 minutes in the car. It was worth it.

Hannah and me fighting over the last chocolate carmel turtle. Wait for it...

wait for it....

And the winner is.....Hannah. At least she let me have a bite.

It would not surprise me if she ends up being an actress.

Brecklen trying to give Madelyn a bite of chocolate. Don't worry dear, you'll be hooked soon enough.

This is for you Aric.

Thanks for the wonderful surprise. I love you.

This is a 'shout out' ( is that acceptable for a white person?) to all my friends who helped me, watched my kids, and brought dinners yet again. For your thoughts and prayers, and to those who will be angry with me for not calling and telling you I'm sick. I love you all and am doing much better. Don't worry, there will always be a next time.

Here is Hannah digging into the goods about a second after my friend left today. I should have taken pictures of everyone's awesome dinners. Thank you all again. I don't know how I would literally survive without you. Hannah would probably find the scissors and cut all her hair off, her dolls hair, and move on to Brecklen who probably wouldn't even notice that his hair is gone because he has playing XBOX all day.

Love you all and enjoy the rest of your spring break!

Hannah's new do

I guess I'm catching up on my blogging today.

Last Thursday Brecklen had a project for preschool. I thought I would let him write out the words and cut and color the whole thing on this own. I gave him the scissors and the crayons to do the project. Brecklen asked me to print something off for him, so I went downstairs to our office (he was upstairs in the kitchen).

I could not get the printer to print. I have no patience for these types of things. I fiddled around, but it still would not print. I had this thought in my head that the kids are being good. It's so quite, maybe I should work on the computer down in the office more often. I am rarely on the computer because as soon as I get on children swarm around me asking when it can be their turn.


I got tired of messing with the printer. I go out to the playroom and I see Hannah. There is hair everywhere!! all over the ground, her pants, It is just falling off in clumps. I run to get the camera. This is what I first see. I all I could think of is: OH MY GOODNESS!! WHAT THE....

I surprise myself because I am so calm. I think when "big" accidents happens I am too stunted to be mad. I am still freaked out, and so sad.

Here are some more pics:

She cut the hair off up to her ear, both sides. She now has la fem-mullett

Yes, she cut that big chunk to the scalp!

another pic. of the fem-mullet

This is most of the hair I collected from around the house

Thank goodness her hair doesn't look too bad in this picture. But don't be fooled.

Here's the kids before they went out side to play bubbles in the freezing weather. Hannah spilled two containers of bubbles before coming inside. That's my girl!

Upon further investigation I ask Hannah why she would do this. Her reply : To be a big Princess! (with her beautiful smile that melts your heart. How can I be mad at her?)

So I sit down Brecklen and try to ask him what happened.

Me: Brecklen, what happened?

Breck: I don't know.

Me: You don't know?

At this point I notice that he has hair all over his shirt. I look at his hair and he has Hannah's hair hanging over on his face. I pick off the hair and he knows he's busted.

Me: So you had nothing to do with this?

Breck: I can't remember.

Me: You can't remember?

(I am on the verge of laughing. Now I know I how my parents felt when I lied about something. Do you think I'm stupid?)

Breck: Well, I did cut a TINY little bit. BUT Hannah did the other side (meaning the bad side).

Me: Did you realize that maybe you shouldn't be cutting her hair?

Breck: No answer.

Hannah, Brecklen, and I had a conversation about not cutting hair. Scissors are for paper and only when supervised, not hair.

I am kicking myself because I NEVER leave scissors out unless I'm around.

When I text paged Aric that Hannah cut her hair, his reply was "atleast she didn't cut her ear or nose." Well, he has a point. We are lucky she didn't hurt herself, but did she have to cut her hair? I guess It's a rite of passage when your a kid. I shouldn't talk. I let my younger brother cut my bangs off. Really, my bangs were like a millimeter long, and I was about 8, not 2.

We haven't trimmed her hair yet, Thankfully it looks ok pulled back in a ponytail with lots of barretts. Well, I'm glad I got pictures so I can show her when she's older.

Humans

A week ago Hannah started to get on this kick of calling strangers "humans." Almost as if she is talking about aliens. It may not sound too weird until your at the mall and your 2 year old daughter starts yelling "mom, that human is blocking my way. I can't see the purple purses!" In my embarrassement I just pretended to not know this child or what she is talking about and hoped that the woman doesn't speak two-year old.

The next day we went to McDonald's for lunch. We pull up at the drive-thru and order and then procecced to the cashier. "Mom! Did the human get my chicken nuggets?!" Yes dear I ordered what you wanted. At this point I can feel my cheeks getting red and hope again that the man did not hear what my daughter just yelled from the back seat. Over the course of the past few days she was contantly using the term "human", even to the point that Brecklen was using it. I have no idea where she got this, probably from some movie.

Me: So who is "human?"
Hannah: daddy and Breckt (what she calls Brecklen)
Me: so what are you?
Hannah: A princess!!
Me: So what am I?
Hannah: A princess!!
Me: So everyone else is just a human besides you and me?
Hannah: YA!!

Okay that sums it up. I guess I'd rather be a princess than "just a human." Now if only I could get one of the humans in my house to do the dishes...

Solicitors

Someone knocked on our door this morning and I asked Brecklen to see who it was. He didn't open the door because he didn't know the person. I wasn't feeling well and Aric happened to be home between surgeries to check up on me, so I called down to have him answer the door. He was cleaning up the kid's toys and he had a foam baseball bat of Brecklen's in his hand that looks just like a real one. He answered the door with the bat in his hand (wearing his scrubs that show his huge biceps). It was a Jehovah's Witness spreading God's message. Their interaction was brief and the man handed Aric a pamphlet and left. I was laughing when Aric shut the door and I said "Did you know you were holding the bat?"
Aric said "No, but he didn't stay long did he?"

Cinderella

Usually when we eat dinner the kids are done with their food long before Aric and I are done. Tonight was no exception. All of the sudden I see Aric have this "look" on his face. I turn around and see salad on the floor that used to be in a bowl, on the counter. My kids are throwing salad at each other, ripping it up, and then tossing it back and forth. Opening drawers and proceeding to throw it in the drawers as well. I can't even imagine what went through their heads. It must have been something like "wow let's have a salad fight and get it everywhere! I bet I can mess a bigger mess than you!" Brecklen and Hannah are in this phase right now where everything is a contest. Brecklen will say something like "hey Hannah I bet I can drink more OJ than you, or I bet I can hit you harder than you can hit me!"

... At first when I saw this huge salad mess I told them to clean it up while I finished my dinner. They each took a few cups each out of the drawer that they just threw salad in and procceeded to put the salad in their cups. It was too funny to watch. They were still having fun, and cleaning their mess. Yeah!! I really didn't care how they got the job done, just that it was done. I have to give them kudos for creativity. At this point they were ready to leave the rest of the wilted salad for me to clean. Oh no sister, I'm not cleaning this mess today...

A few of you might recall that I became sick with (I think) a random ear illness that put me out for 6 weeks during the summer. Lucky me it came back mysteriously on Friday. It is not even as bad this time around, but still not so fun.

So now getting back up to speed....

I hand Brecklen a wet paper towel and said "Get to work Cinderella."
"I'm not Cinderella" he says.
Of Course Hannah pipes in "me Cinderella?" (She loves anything to do with princesses).
"Yes, you Hannah Cinderella. Get to work you two."

For some reason, it worked and my floor is clean. No fighting, no crying, they just did what I asked them too, that doesn't happen everyday! Hannah even cleaned under the table, which was a bonus. I told her she didn't need to, but she just kept on going.

It's too bad there are child labor laws. I am actually kidding on that. But I did realize they are capable of so much more. Out of my moment of desperation, I finally got them to listen and not whine. I love those times, so far and few between! I will cherish my moment of Victory.... until tomorrow, when the next cup of juice tumbles off the table. Maybe I'll make them draw straws to clean up the mess. Let's see who will be more carefull now! Haa Haa Haa (Evil laugh!)