Sunday, September 26, 2010

Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween was Not So Bad!!

We're at Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween party.  We've already been on the Buzz Lightyear ride and the Tomorrowland Speedway (I only lasted one lap with G steering.  If there was no rail underneath keeping us on the track, it would have been tragic!).

When it was our turn on line to take a picture with THE Buzz Lightyear, the boys were star struck. It was the cutest thing.   N took a little tumble as we were leaving the picture area, and who was there to help him up and give him a hug - Buzz himself!  What a hero!  :)

After an uneventful dinner and bathroom break #2, N and I rode solo on the Pooh ride.  G isn't into the rides as much as N for some reason.

Next was the Dumbo ride, Cinderella's carousel, Snow White (which was a bit scary). Peter Pan and Pirates of the Caribbean followed.   Along the way, we collected candy (great candy at that!).

Time to change into costumes - well pajamas.  G was Buzz (of course) and N was Woody.  On to even more fun!   The Boo To You parade was soooooo cool!  Especially since this was the first parade Nathan stayed up for!!

On the way out, I had to stop at the Confectionery and get the boys some chocolate covered pretzels. The cast members that worked there are great. They totally pretended that N and G were the actual characters that they were portraying - even down to asking them for autographs and everything!  N signed his "name" - Wooy (hey, it was 9 o'clock already.  I can't knock him for misspellings). The boys even got marshmallows on a stick.

We're on our way back to the hotel, which within itself ranks as exciting to the boys as monorail rides and the park itself.

Friday, September 24, 2010

From the Mouth of Babes Part III

Wednesday morning was full of funny conversations with my older dude.  It starts with me in the shower, getting ready for my work day. 

N: I don't feel good.
Me: What's wrong buddy?
N: Please wipe the water off the shower so I can see you.
Me: OK - now - what's wrong?
N: I don't feel good.  I have the huccups (phonetically spelled)
Me: The huccups?  Do you mean the hiccups? 
N: Yeah, the huccups.
Me: Don't worry buddy, hiccups don't hurt you.  It's just air that is trapped in your belly. 
Conversation ended here.

I go downstairs after getting dressed, ready to finish making their lunches, dry my hair, etc.  Apparently my husband and N are bantering back and forth about whether N is eating or not.  Please note that this is the same dialogue we have EVERY morning!  The most memorable line of this conversation:

N: That's it, I am moving to New York.
He's 5...

OK, now we're in the car, working our way slowly north to the drop-off line at the elementary school. 

N: Mom, I don't feel good.
Me: What's hurting you buddy?
N: My penis.
(long silence)
Me: Your...penis?  Why does your penis hurt?
N: (looking down towards his shorts) Oh, no, it's better now.
I let that conversation end naturally.  LOL  My husband did get a call about that one....that is his territory.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

My Mama

I can't even begin to describe how proud I am of my mom.   I know this sounds a bit backwards, as you normally always hear about the parents being so proud of their children...but that is not necessarily the way it should be! 

A little over a week ago my mom had knee replacement surgery.  We (the family) were all worried as we didn't know what to expect.  We knew this surgery was imminent - Mom would be in pain walking only short distances.  She'd have to get a motorized scooter when we went to theme parks so that she could enjoy the family outing.  (BTW, I really dislike those things - they are not easy to maneuver and I have lost many layers of skin on the back of my feet from literal run-ins with those machines).  I could see in Mom's eyes that she would want to be a part of the mayhem when the grandchildren would be running around or playing on the floor.  We all hoped that this surgery would allow her to participate in the craziness :). 
We worried about the pain quotient of this surgery...would it be unbearable or something that could be handled with medication and a little bit of patience?  Would Mom be able to leave the rehabilitation facility in the 5 days that the girl at the surgeon's office said she would, or would it be longer?  

Mom was nervous and it was apparent both silently and verbally (I had never heard my mom say she was nervous really about anything before).  The fact that it came out of Mom's mouth made me a bit more nervous myself.  To me, my mom is the rock - she can't get hurt (although unfortunately she is a bit clumsy LOL), she doesn't feel pain, she is superwoman.  It is weird, but when she shows weakness it frustrates me.  That is really odd - right? forward to the surgery day.  I was able to leave work a bit earlier than usual so I could be with Dad in the waiting room.  Our family friend was there, which I was really happy about - even though Dad said he didn't need someone there I thought just having someone sit there, even if they were completely quiet - is comforting.  The surgery lasted about 3 hours.  Mom was brought up to her room about 1.5 hours later and we were SO HAPPY to see her!! She was drugged up (thankfully) but looked good!  I could breathe a lot better now that I could see her there with my own eyes. 

Mom spent a few days in the hospital and then went over to the rehabilitation center.  She has been kicking ass there.  The food sucks, but that kind of is the norm.  She has physical therapy 3 hours every morning.  She pushes herself through it, however painful and draining it truly is.  When we come to visit her, she has a smile on her face and is in a great mood, welcoming company and conversation.  She comes home on Saturday and more than likely with a cane and not a walker!  Her progress is phenomenal - she is doing so well.  Her positive attitude and outlook, I feel, have made all the difference.  I can't say enough how proud of her I truly am...

Sunday, September 12, 2010

My Idea of a Sunday Fun Day

I love Sundays. I actually look forward to this day all week. Breakfast is always bialis with lox and cream cheese. While my hubby goes to get the goods, I separate the paper making piles of my faves, his faves and garbage. We eat in silence, savoring our ritualistic meal while reading about the current events, sports, and sales happening around our little world.

The boys play together nicely in the AM, for the most part, and that gives me time to do some cleaning after a delicious meal. I start the vacuum, which brings the boys running - asking if they can help. OF COURSE! While they fight over who is going to vacuum next (a squabble I totally do not mind), I tidy up the kitchen, check my email and then start to put all of the random items floating around the house in their rightful places. I even clean the pantry - a place that irks my OCD on a daily basis. It'll stay organized for maybe 2 days...we'll see.

All of a sudden it's lunch time! Babe usually whips up something fast and yummy. Next is nap time - YAY!!! Maybe I have slowly turned into a toddler while my children grew older, but I loooovvveeeee nap time. This is my time to read my book and fall asleep...the perfect middle of a perfect day.

We're all up and raring to go after nap time. Coffee is brewing to push us through to the end of the day. Now it's time to either run errands, swim, play, (watch football games during season), or just chill.
Mom and Dad usually are our guests of honor for dinner on Sundays - a few fun hours to catch up on what's been happening the past week, great food a la Babe. Then it is bath time for the boys and bedtime for Mama and Papa!!