Monday-Pastina Soup, Salad
Tuesday-Turkey Rueben Sandwiches, Chips
Wednesday-Sean’s Birthday…out to dinner
Thursday-Chicken Pot Pie, Salad
Friday-Pesto with Farfelle
Saturday-Baked Chicken, Roasted Potatoes, Green Beans
Our book club has chosen John Steinbeck’s East of Eden as our next read. We decided we wanted to read something that might be considered an American classic, so we looked over some high school reading lists that we found on-line and decided on this one. I need to get going on it. We are meeting right after Thanksgiving and I haven’t even started yet. It is not a short book.
Colm came home today from school and was a little upset that he had “unjustly” gotten in trouble today at school. Luke had cut in front of him in line, so Colm pushed him and Colm got in trouble. He couldn’t understand why he got in trouble when Luke was the one that cut in front of him. We talked about it and how to better handle similar situations in the future, but it was just too cute. I could tell that he really felt an injustice had taken place. It’s hard being four.
My blog has been quiet for the past week because we have been going through a lot here. About six weeks ago we found out we were expecting. I am not a good pregnant person. It involves a lot of throwing up, trying not to throw up, sleeping and then trying not to throw up some more. I am so glad the boys are at school all day because I would spend most of that time sleeping. Our house has been a wreck, the laundry is everywhere and don’t even look at the kitchen. Two weeks ago we had a sonogram that was not good. At six weeks they could not see a baby. (Click here for more details.) They reassured us that it was early and sometimes you can’t see a baby that early and we should come back in two weeks. So we went back on Wednesday and there was still no baby. It’s hard to be so sick and have nothing to show for it. It’s hard to get into the mindset of “we’re going to have a baby” and then not. Your mind has already gone through some names, thought about how this new baby will fit into the family we already have and what we will have to do to make room for this new baby. Where will the baby sleep? How will the boys react? All that stuff. Technically, we did not lose a baby; we did lose a pregnancy though. So this morning we got up at the crack of dawn (while my dear mother came over to stay with the boys, get them ready for school and take them to school) and went to the hospital so I could have my surgery. The doctors and nurses were so kind and it was over in a flash. I don’t remember anything…that sleepy stuff really works. I am under doctor’s orders to pamper myself for the next week. I think I can do that.
Wolverine
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Spidey
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Parade at School
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First Grade Party Craft
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Montessori Covered in Orange Icing (By the way, there were four Spideys in Colm’s class)
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All the Loot
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Colm’s Frankenstein
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Liam’s Alien
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From the very beginning of parenthood I was told always keep your local poison control number in a place where you can see it. I have been doing that for 6 1/2 years and tonight it paid off. I am still not sure if I gave Liam the wrong medicine or not, but I gave him what I thought was his medicine and after he swallowed it he said it tasted funny. This is a medicine that he has been taking every day for at least two years, so he knows what it tastes like. So, naturally, I freak out and start looking at Sean’s meds and realize that one of his looks very much like Liam’s only it’s a little bit smaller. #@&^*!!! We keep all of the kid meds on a separate shelf, but mistakes happen. So I call the pharmacy, but they want me to push 2 for this and then 4 for that and I don’t have time for all that so I hang up and call poison control where I actually get a human within 30 seconds or less. I tell her the situation, the names of the meds, how old Liam is and how much he weighs. She plugs all the info into the computer and assures me that he will be fine. He could have taken 60 times what he did tonight without any adverse side effects. Now I am going to sit down and have a post-traumatic heart attack.
If your mind is in the gutter, stay there, that is where I am headed. One of the great things about the boys’ school is that it has a pool which means they have swim lessons. It also means there is a locker room where they have to change into their swim trunks. Liam is learning some new things in first grade including new words for his various body parts. I am assuming this is coming from the locker room. So last night the boys are getting ready to take a bath and Liam informs Colm that he can see his nuts and balls. Colm looks around very confused as there are no nuts or balls in the bathroom while I am shooting Liam the “you better shut your trap now” look while not calling attention to myself or what Liam just said. You just never know what they are going to bring home from school.
Liam told me this morning that he loves me and wishes he could marry me. When I asked him where we would go for our honeymoon he said we could go to Great Wolf Lodge. So cute.
Last weekend we went to a party hosted by one of Sean’s co-workers. It was at his house out in the country and it was absolutely beautiful. Colm loved the horses and rode them twice…one was named Chicken and the other was Oreo. He was in love with the chickens and showed me the chicken coop several times. He was amazed that there were actual eggs in the roosts waiting to be gathered. He got to feed the fish in the pond and tried to get the water to come out of the pump, but it was too hard. Where was Liam? Once he discovered the barn’s loft that was the last we saw of him until it was time to go and he did not want to go. The loft was awesome..it had a basketball court up there and they had scooters up there for the kids to ride around. Colm was super-ticked that he was not allowed to go up in the loft, but there was absolutely no way I was going to let him climb up that ladder. Sorry, fella!
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Does he look a little nervous? I know I was, but I was proud of him that he gathered up the courage to climb up that tall ladder.
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