Pressure

That phone call you dread, that something is wrong - no really wrong happened two days ago. My husband's left arm went numb. He didn't feel right.

The 18 miles between home and work were never longer.

The ambulance came and stuck things on his chest and asked him questions and we decided on which hospital, they felt like Northside had a nicer ER, and they were gone. It wasn't as quick like that but - it felt quick. Like WOOOSH and he was gone.

I stood on othe porch watching his face through the window of the ambulance, because I just needed to see him.

Then he was gone.

I spent the evening playing with the little ones while the big boy did his homework. We ordered pizza and got ready for bed. I didn't really know what else to do, I have four little people and so I just trudged on waiting.

It turns out his blood pressure was crazy high as was his pulse. They've given him BP medicine and scheduled all the tests for next week.

I need him to be ok. Universe, please sort that.


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Pressure

That phone call you dread, that something is wrong - no really wrong happened two days ago. My husband's left arm went numb. He didn't feel right.

The 18 miles between home and work were never longer.

The ambulance came and stuck things on his chest and asked him questions and we decided on which hospital, they felt like Northside had a nicer ER, and they were gone. It wasn't as quick like that but - it felt quick. Like WOOOSH and he was gone.

I stood on othe porch watching his face through the window of the ambulance, because I just needed to see him.

Then he was gone.

I spent the evening playing with the little ones while the big boy did his homework. We ordered pizza and got ready for bed. I didn't really know what else to do, I have four little people and so I just trudged on waiting.

It turns out his blood pressure was crazy high as was his pulse. They've given him BP medicine and scheduled all the tests for next week.

I need him to be ok. Universe, please sort that.


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Batman...Day Three And Counting

It started simply enough. After bath time, the girl child has decided she wants to get into the drawers and figure out clothes. She thinks that she should do this without any input from any sort of adult person.

Three days ago, Louis had tossed a Batman pajama top on the dresser. She spied it and shouted BATMAN!

Then, she had to wear it. The first day it was cute.

And she wore it around and then insisted that she sleep in it.

Then the next day.
And sleep in it. Declaring loudly, whenever questioned "I'm BATMAN!" and sometimes "I'm SUPERWHY BATMAN" because apparently they are the same person.

I'd like to claim to be awesome at "picking my battles" but I'm not. However, she benefits from being the fourth child and having two special needs brothers. Sometimes, I just don't have the strength of MIND to battle a two year old willing to go toe to toe with me.
So after we went out for parent teacher conference (IN A DIFFERENT SHIRT) we came home and took our bath. Then, she ran right over to the dirty clothes and grabbed it and brought it to me with big blue eyes.

I said NO. It's dirty. We'll wash it, you can wear it for jammies (mind you it's like a size 10 or something).

And her chin trembled. And her eyes began to leak. And she says "But Mommy I'm Batman."

To hell with it.

She's Batman.
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Batman...Day Three And Counting

It started simply enough. After bath time, the girl child has decided she wants to get into the drawers and figure out clothes. She thinks that she should do this without any input from any sort of adult person.

Three days ago, Louis had tossed a Batman pajama top on the dresser. She spied it and shouted BATMAN!

Then, she had to wear it. The first day it was cute.

And she wore it around and then insisted that she sleep in it.

Then the next day.
And sleep in it. Declaring loudly, whenever questioned "I'm BATMAN!" and sometimes "I'm SUPERWHY BATMAN" because apparently they are the same person.

I'd like to claim to be awesome at "picking my battles" but I'm not. However, she benefits from being the fourth child and having two special needs brothers. Sometimes, I just don't have the strength of MIND to battle a two year old willing to go toe to toe with me.
So after we went out for parent teacher conference (IN A DIFFERENT SHIRT) we came home and took our bath. Then, she ran right over to the dirty clothes and grabbed it and brought it to me with big blue eyes.

I said NO. It's dirty. We'll wash it, you can wear it for jammies (mind you it's like a size 10 or something).

And her chin trembled. And her eyes began to leak. And she says "But Mommy I'm Batman."

To hell with it.

She's Batman.
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The Festival Of Deep Fried Foods on Sticks

There isn't anything better than fair time, because the ridiculous new foods and the old favorites are there for mass consumption and enjoyment of all. We like the animals, we like the rides, but really when it all comes down to it, we're there for the festival of EAT.

We ended our day this year with deep fried Milky Way - which is now a staple rather than nouveau, and something different - deep fried Pecan Pie. I give the pecan pie a B, it wasn't completely done, and although it was still good because the pie inside was cooked, it was cold in one small spot.

But still, pecan pie. WIN.

Roasted corn, accompanied by fresh squeezed lemonade - that I suspect to be Country Time - is also a required staple food. I'm a fan of shaking Parmesan cheese on mine.

The twisted fries are good, especially with baco-bits (NOT bacon, bacon's lesser cousin) and cheese food product from a can.  They're like - this hot potato chips. With fake cheese and fake bacon.

The girl was ecstatic at all the "nummy treats" as she calls them and the fun rides she got to do. She had just finished riding a dinosaur in the above picture, so how can that be bad?

The twins loved it too, if they look a little pensive above - it's because we are sitting next to the speak for the Haunted house. SPOOOOOKY noises are blaring right near us, and they are trying to sort out what it is.

Now that we've been to the fair, fall is landing on us hard. Cold drizzly rain, very chilly mornings, all of these things have started with regularity. I'm glad really. Summer was long and hot. I am ready for some cold.
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The Festival Of Deep Fried Foods on Sticks

There isn't anything better than fair time, because the ridiculous new foods and the old favorites are there for mass consumption and enjoyment of all. We like the animals, we like the rides, but really when it all comes down to it, we're there for the festival of EAT.

We ended our day this year with deep fried Milky Way - which is now a staple rather than nouveau, and something different - deep fried Pecan Pie. I give the pecan pie a B, it wasn't completely done, and although it was still good because the pie inside was cooked, it was cold in one small spot.

But still, pecan pie. WIN.

Roasted corn, accompanied by fresh squeezed lemonade - that I suspect to be Country Time - is also a required staple food. I'm a fan of shaking Parmesan cheese on mine.

The twisted fries are good, especially with baco-bits (NOT bacon, bacon's lesser cousin) and cheese food product from a can.  They're like - this hot potato chips. With fake cheese and fake bacon.

The girl was ecstatic at all the "nummy treats" as she calls them and the fun rides she got to do. She had just finished riding a dinosaur in the above picture, so how can that be bad?

The twins loved it too, if they look a little pensive above - it's because we are sitting next to the speak for the Haunted house. SPOOOOOKY noises are blaring right near us, and they are trying to sort out what it is.

Now that we've been to the fair, fall is landing on us hard. Cold drizzly rain, very chilly mornings, all of these things have started with regularity. I'm glad really. Summer was long and hot. I am ready for some cold.
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Forcing Art Upon Them

So earlier this summer we had a family day out and as we pulled into a nearby Arts center the groan from the back seat was silent but palpable. Even though we explained it was family day and they had fun things for us to do - still, GROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAN. It was even suggested, from the peanut gallery, that we drive another 20 minutes south and spend less than an hour at the train museum rather than do this.

After we assured the oldest boy that no, in fact this was our plan for the day, with disappointment cutting the air like a silent but deadly fart, we went inside.

Waddya know? They had stuff for kids to do. We started outside blowing bubbles with lots of different sized and shaped wands and other things, and letting them float through the gardens. There was also a scavenger hunt in the garden, which the oldest boy nailed quickly.

What do you know? We were having fun. 

We went inside to discover what awesome family day stuff they had for us to do and found an exhibit of recycled books as art - books that had been damaged and might've been destroyed but were used to create pretty little vignettes.

We also wandered into a gallery of dresses made of paper, which was pretty amazing. 

But the best thing I think, to the little people was after they did their due diligence of appreciating the art - there was more interactive play stuff!

There was a giant harp to play and fun things to keep my tiny humans occupied for a while, out of the hot Georgia sun.

Not such a bad trade off, for having to look at some art one afternoon.

Forcing Art Upon Them

So earlier this summer we had a family day out and as we pulled into a nearby Arts center the groan from the back seat was silent but palpable. Even though we explained it was family day and they had fun things for us to do - still, GROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAN. It was even suggested, from the peanut gallery, that we drive another 20 minutes south and spend less than an hour at the train museum rather than do this.

After we assured the oldest boy that no, in fact this was our plan for the day, with disappointment cutting the air like a silent but deadly fart, we went inside.

Waddya know? They had stuff for kids to do. We started outside blowing bubbles with lots of different sized and shaped wands and other things, and letting them float through the gardens. There was also a scavenger hunt in the garden, which the oldest boy nailed quickly.

What do you know? We were having fun. 

We went inside to discover what awesome family day stuff they had for us to do and found an exhibit of recycled books as art - books that had been damaged and might've been destroyed but were used to create pretty little vignettes.

We also wandered into a gallery of dresses made of paper, which was pretty amazing. 

But the best thing I think, to the little people was after they did their due diligence of appreciating the art - there was more interactive play stuff!

There was a giant harp to play and fun things to keep my tiny humans occupied for a while, out of the hot Georgia sun.

Not such a bad trade off, for having to look at some art one afternoon.

Children With Ninja Stealth

I had one of those moments this morning. Those "Oh my god" and visions of Elizabeth Smart race through your head moments.
I got up, beep beep beep alarm going off, and wandered to the bathroom. Then I threw on some clothes so I wasn't greeting bus drivers in my nightie and wandered to the bedroom directly next to ours where the three boys sleep.
We have a toddler bed which is a fire truck that Miles has adopted again, and a bunk which is a double on the bottom and a twin on the top. On the bottom is Charlie - awake and waiting for me, and on the top is Louis, snoring like an old man.
But - where is Miles?

I walk into the room and he isn't in the firetruck bed. He isn't in the double bed. I turn on my FLASHLIGHT app and look under the bed - he's slept under there before.

He isn't there.

My panic was pretty instant but I start playing out logic in my head. My husband is a night owl and has been in bed less than an hour. The gate we recently installed to our hallway is so noisy and hard to work - there is NO WAY someone got through it without waking me. I wake up every time it's touched, at least I think I do.

Miles could be downstairs, he wanders. Maybe he went downstairs to sleep on the sofa...

I walk into the master bedroom trying to be calm to tell Charlie I was going downstairs....

and there is Miles.

Snuggled into bed with his Daddy, piled under the covers so that I hadn't noticed him when I walked through before.

Ninja skills.  My kids have them.

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Children With Ninja Stealth

I had one of those moments this morning. Those "Oh my god" and visions of Elizabeth Smart race through your head moments.
I got up, beep beep beep alarm going off, and wandered to the bathroom. Then I threw on some clothes so I wasn't greeting bus drivers in my nightie and wandered to the bedroom directly next to ours where the three boys sleep.
We have a toddler bed which is a fire truck that Miles has adopted again, and a bunk which is a double on the bottom and a twin on the top. On the bottom is Charlie - awake and waiting for me, and on the top is Louis, snoring like an old man.
But - where is Miles?

I walk into the room and he isn't in the firetruck bed. He isn't in the double bed. I turn on my FLASHLIGHT app and look under the bed - he's slept under there before.

He isn't there.

My panic was pretty instant but I start playing out logic in my head. My husband is a night owl and has been in bed less than an hour. The gate we recently installed to our hallway is so noisy and hard to work - there is NO WAY someone got through it without waking me. I wake up every time it's touched, at least I think I do.

Miles could be downstairs, he wanders. Maybe he went downstairs to sleep on the sofa...

I walk into the master bedroom trying to be calm to tell Charlie I was going downstairs....

and there is Miles.

Snuggled into bed with his Daddy, piled under the covers so that I hadn't noticed him when I walked through before.

Ninja skills.  My kids have them.

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