Monday, February 16, 2009

Our resident comedian

When times are a little rough, it sure is good to laugh. And Joel has certainly provided me with some chuckles lately. Joel thought it would be a good idea to use Ben Roethlisberger as his token. I think Ben plays football better than he does Candyland.

The other day he was trying to stall me when it was naptime. He said, "Mom, I thought you and me could sit down together and have a chatter."

Saturday night I was on my elbows and knees in front of my laptop working on some discussion questions for Mark's sermon the next day. Joel tried to sit on my back and when I told him that it hurt and to please move he said, as he moved up to my head, "I'm going to sit on your brain."

That same night when I called to him from the living room to come on up from the basement to get his bath, I heard him say, sort of to himself, "I'm coming up, but taking a bath is the worst thing in my life." He loves this ski helmet and wears it around the house when he plays mini-hockey. He also wears it to the grocery store. With shin pads. And his mini-hockey stick. People don't know how to react to this. I think it's hilarious and also very good for my ever-present quality of caring what people think about me. Very good!

He said yesterday on our way out the door, "My lungs hurt." I think he meant his gums. He has a sore in his mouth.

Happy Valentimes!

That's what my School #81 kids used to say and it still cracks me up. Besides having red food all day (pancakes with pomegranate syrup and strawberry applesauce for breakfast, tomato soup and grilled cheese for lunch, and spaghetti for supper), we didn't too much celebrating. Mark and I agreed to pick another day in the future to celebrate, as there is not really space for romance when the brain is shouting alternately, " ow, ow OUCH!" and "I NEED to sleep!"
The kids and I did have a full day, however, while we left poor Mark suffering, stuck moving from chair to chair to bed and back to chair again.

We did chores in the morning (my kids' favorite thing to do). Then after lunch I took them to an all-church bowling activity. Bowling is not MY favorite thing to do, but I'm glad we went. It was good to let out a little stress on those pins, and the three people I bowled with were really fun company.

It was a beautifully (relatively) warm day, so after bowling, I dropped Sam and Jack off at the outdoor rink so they could play hockey for a couple hours, and I went out for a run. Felt so GOOD! (My cardio has sadly consisted of jumping rope in the basement for the last 6-8 weeks).

I gave Mark a haircut after supper (he'd grown very mountain man-ish in the last 2 weeks) so he'd be presentable for teaching on Sunday morning, and after the kids went to bed, I got busy on finishing a bigger-than-we-imagined project for our church people. Our idea was to write a note to every person at Credo to let them know our appreciation and love for them. Unfortunately we had the idea on Thursday or Friday so we really had to MOVE. Between the two of us we wrote 60 notes. Whew! I think we may have bit off a little more than we could chew.


12 years was Valentine's Day. I said good-bye to a class-full of 4th graders, packed up the last of my things and arrived home to an amazing supper that Mark had prepared. We ate (way too much) and settled in to watch Homicide (remember that show?). And water broke. And that is how Sam interrupted our special celebration. We rushed to the hospital, and he was born a few hours too late to be a Valentine's baby.

I can't believe that was 12 years ago. We are so thankful for our Sam. He's a very good gift from God, and we've been blessed to have him in our lives.

How we celebrated:

Church in the morning

McDonald's for lunch (we were planning to stay at church for our once-a-month Soupe et Salade, but Mark was just suffering too badly after a sleepless Saturday night and preaching the morning message

A trip to the hockey store (so Sam could spend his birthday money) after the kids' rests. We don't understand this big yellow permanent "open" sign. What do they do when it's closed??
Joel REALLY wanted me to buy this hockey mask for him. Trust me, with those eyes, I REALLY wanted to.
Sam settled on a hockey stick for which he'd been saving up. The gift certificate that we gave him helped a little.
Then it was home so Mom could make cheese soup and homemade rolls (his choice for supper).

Apple Dumpling Gang and chocolate cake and ice cream to end the day.
I was a little sad that the day was not as we would have planned it had Mark not been "lazy-boy bound", but he assured me at bedtime that it had been a great day. He's sweet like that.

Happy birthday, my almost Valentine's Baby!!