Sympathy

Reese threw up on the bus, today.

It was stopped at our street, and she threw up on a half dozen benches as she tried to hurry and make it up the aisle to get off.

If only she could have lasted 2 more minutes. 1 more minute, even.

My heart is broken for her.

Everyone has a school vomit story. If it isn't your own, it's about that kid that threw up on your bus that one time.

It's been 15 years and you haven't forgotten. I know I haven't forgotten about the time it happened to a kid on my bus.

I am holding onto hope that this won't be the case for my little Reese.

When she goes back to school, I plan to drive her for a few days to ease the sting of the awkward social recovery. I know I can't protect her from every bad experience, but if there's anything I've learned in 3 pregnancies, it's to have compassion for the girl with puke on her shirt. She knows it's there, go easy on her.

Anyway, she isn't really getting any better, either. No fever, but she's thrown up 5 more times in as many hours, each bout as bad as the one before. She can't keep even a tiny sip of water, gatorade, or a bite of soda cracker down. She begged me to put her to bed at 5:30, but came out covered in her own mess at 7.

Praying that she will feel better soon, and that the other children will not get sick.

Did I mention Aaron is in Orlando all week? We miss him.

***The photo is from earlier this month. The kindergarten classes held a big wedding for letters

Q and U (since they're always together). The boys dressed as quarterbacks and the girls dressed like brides. So cute! ***

Be Mine, Valentine

Some photos to accompany Aaron's post:

I didn't take any pictures of us the night we went out to see Mamma Mia.

I really wish that I had, because we looked pretty decent.
It was a fun show. I do like the movie better, but you just can't beat Meryl Streep and Amanda Seyfried. The actress that played Sophie in the play looked and sounded just like Maeby from Arrested Development, and I had a difficult time not wondering if she was actually just a 16 year old that was skipping school and living a double life where she pretended to be a professional actress/movie producer ;)

On the actual Valentine's Day, we decided to go to dinner as a family.

Here we have Corbin, eating everything in sight, including a napkin and some crayons.

And here is Quincy cutting up her food, but not actually eating any of it.

Reese ordered cheese pizza with bacon on it, spaghetti, and an orange italian soda. Quincy had a cherry italian soda and some bread. Corbin ate a full loaf and a half of bread. I probably ate the same. Everything was really good. I'm in love with the spicy romano chicken bowtie pasta there. Yum.

We kept things pretty simple for Valentine's Day this year.

Reese and I made her homemade valentines on one of the days that we were snowed in. Half of them open the wrong direction, or the writing inside is upside down, but I think they are the cutest things ever.

For Quincy's valentines, we downloaded and printed the valentines that "cousin Jenny" (that's what my girls call you, Jenny...cute, right?) designed for her work. We attached them to little boxes of conversation hearts. I made peanut butter chocolate suckers for my girls and the kids in my preschool class, with a note that says, "You are a hoot!".

And since it was Jacob's last day of preschool, his also says, "I will 'owl'-ways be your friend."

For my Valentine, I purchased no lingerie, just showed up for dinner dressed the way he likes me best: sloppy ponytail, jeans, and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy.

but not just any old tshirt, either (y'all know how Aaron feels about tshirts)...

I wore a Lakers shirt

...to go with the Lakers shirt that I got for him for Valentine's day. (Can I just point out that buying my husband another tshirt is a sign of true love? 'cuz it is.)

His and Hers Lakers shirts.

Now we can be that couple.

At least it's not his and hers matching haircuts. (Flowbee, anyone?)

Happy Valentine's Day!

These are a few of my favorite things

First up: I don't have a pet, but if I did, I would hang it's leash from one of these little wall hooks from IKEA.

Aren't they funny? I bought the pink one for my sister.
I think I love it even more because everything at IKEA has a funky sweedish name.
Except for these. On the reciept, it rang up as a "hook ass". hahahahahha. Awesome.

Super Corbin.
Awesome.


Love the necklace he chose to go with his cape (which is reversible and has a pink liner and princess option on the other side. I had two daughters, first, ok?) Baby in Cape = Awesome.

Attention:

The heavens have opened.

Between the part in the skies, boxes of this goodness have been delivered to your local walmart. (yes. buy it at walmart. First, because Aaroni s the popcorn buyer and this is his item. Second, because it is cheaper at walmart than target)

Mmmm it's like someone sqeezed a fresh lime all over a bowl of buttery popcorn and sprinkled it with sea salt. Delicious. Must be eaten hot. Get two boxes, the first one won't last.

Thank you Kasey for bringing this goodness into my life. Salt & Lime Popcorn = Awesome.

It's that time of year again.
Aaron brought these lovelies home for me on Tuesday.

Tulips in winter make me very very happy.

Happy enough to hate winter a little bit less.

See the yellow flowers in the background? He bought me those three weeks ago, and they are still kickin'!

Flowers in milk bottles = Awesome.

Up next: The Snuggie.

Ok, first of all, the snuggie is NOT awesome. It's the lamest thing ever made.

Do people really not know how to read a book whilst under a blanket?

And why not just put your robe on backwards?

Those of you who own one...don't feel upset by that last statement. I know it isn't your fault. The Snuggie was most likely a gift from a loved one/terrible present buyer. I feel for you.

If the snuggie WAS purchased by you...like if you actually called the infomercial and ordered one...well...that's where the awesome part comes in.

Everytime I see a photo like this one:

I am reminded of just how cool I actually am.

I've never really considered myself to be part the "cool" crowd. I'd like to offer my gratitude to the Snuggie for un-cooling everyone else, so I can at least feel cool by default.

The frequency of how often photos similar to this one are showing up on the internet has drastically increased since Christmas 2010. As a result, I'm starting to feel so cool I might have to run for Homecoming Queen, or something.





Not that any of you Snuggie-wearers would vote for me.
Looking cool at the expense of others = awesome.



I think my absolute favorite item this week is the Z Pack.

I had the flu 2 weeks ago. Then I was well, but my kids had ear infections, so life wasn't the grandest. Now they are well, but I got a sinus infection and today, a diagnosis of Bronchitis to boot. Lovely.



I freaking hate being sick. I'm so over it. Winter lasts twice as long when you're sick. I quarantined myself for like, forever after the flu, and I still never fully got a break from dr. visits. It's worn me pretty thin.

I'm so grateful for awesome Aaron and my awesome kids (they all make the favorites list, too). I haven't been very fun the last two days, and I'm glad they're still willing to keep me.



I'm so so SOOOO grateful for modern medicine. Antibiotics are a gift from God.

Feeling better = awesome.

Finally: My Preschool.
Being a mother really is the best job ever. I love it so much.
I feel like my job as an educator is second only to motherhood.
I love these children. I love the opportunity to nurture, play, teach, and laugh. These kids are so funny. I feel very blessed to have them come to my home every week, and I take my responsibility as a teacher very seriously. It is a joy and an honor to have a small role in the lives of these small, but very important people. I hope that what they gain from their experiences at my preschool is an understanding of their own great worth and abilities. I try to make learning fun.

They are amazing people.

No, I'm not about to start singing "I believe the children are our future" or anything...

I am just very aware, and very happy that I chose to work in the right business.

Kids waiting patiently in line while Mrs. Meg dotes over their cuteness and takes their picture =Awesome.

Happy Weekend!

hahahahaha

My running friends will appreciate this.

And for all of the girls that looked at me like I was insane when I tried to talk them into joining our winter late-night running group when it was 15 degrees outside, you'll really appreciate this one.

And for my pals in California that were whining about missing their saturday run last week because of "all the rain", all I have to say is, "wah waaaah". You get to run in shorts like 11 months out of the year, ok? I need my "special head lamp, running gloves, cute hat, base layer shirt, running socks, and reflective jacket" (no compression pants... yet).

Laughers be warned. Come out with us once and you'll catch the fevah!