The bowl

So a few weeks ago we went through a terrible case of the stomach flu.  Cinderella got hit first and the worst.  She started throwing up Monday evening, continued all night, and the next day.  She was then lethargic for the next 2 and a half days.  By the end of the day on Thursday she didn't have a whole lot of energy, but was acting well enough to complain about all the things that Guy was doing, so I sent her to school on Friday.  She didn't want to go, but I just figured that she had gotten used to staying home, and didn't really want to go back to school.  I told her she could choose.  She could stay home and be in bed all day, or she could go to school.  She chose to go to school.  She should have stayed home.  When I went to get her from school, her teacher escorted her out, and told me that she had just lay down on some beanbags in the classroom all day, and wasn't acting like her normal energetic self.  After the teacher left, she told me she needed to throw up, and got in the car, I handed her a cup, and she proceeded to be sick to her stomach. Poor girl.

Any way, this post isn't really about her.  It is about Aurora.  So Cinderella got sick on Monday night, as I mentioned before, and on Wednesday night, Aurora started crying in her room.  When Daddy went to check on her, he had found that she had thrown up.  "Oh dear," I thought, "here we go again."  I was expecting it to effect her the way it had Cinderella.  We took her to the bathroom to get her cleaned up, and I went and got a bowl.  In our family, when someone is sick to their stomach, we have found it is helpful to have a bowl on hand, just in case they can't make it to the toilet on time.  Well, shortly after I got the bowl for Aurora, she had the throw up again, but thankfully it landed in the bowl.  However, she wasn't hit as hard as Cinderella, and that was the only time the bowl was used.  We didn't know how it would be however, so for the next 24 hours we carried the bowl with us, where ever we went around the house.  Which was a lot of places, because Aurora was feeling like her normal self.  In fact, I kept referring to it to Aurora as her bowl.  Well she kind of developed an attachment to that bowl.  It was a metal bowl, and she wanted it by her bed, or in her bed, for a few days afterwards, anytime she went to sleep.   It finally got removed, and washed.  However, anytime now that she sees any metal bowls around our house, she insists that it is "Aurora's bowl" and has to lay claim on it.

Aurora and "her" bowl.

My little mover

So Spike has always been a bit of a mover.  Even before he was born, when he was active he was really active.
When he was only a week or two old, I went into his room to get him from his crib one morning, and found that his swaddle was still laying where I had put him in the bed, the last time I had laid him down, but he had scooted out of the blankets and turned directions so his legs were sticking through the bars on the crib.    At this point I stopped swaddling him, and started putting him in a sleep sack, that zips around him.  However it is a common thing now to go to retrieve him from his crib, and find him laying in a completely different part of the crib, facing a completely different way.

It will be interesting to see how he moves once he realizes he can do it.

Guy's Birthday Lunch

So we were celebrating Guy's 4th birthday the other day.  And we decided it would be fun to go out to lunch.  So we told Guy that he could choose between a local kids themed pizza place, or The Old Spaghetti factory.  Any guesses where he chose?

The Popcorn Factory.  What is The Popcorn Factory you might ask?  That is what we asked him.  His response was, "That place where they fix cars, and give you popcorn."  Then I realized he was talking about Les Schwab Tires.  That is where I always go to take care of my tire business, and Guy always goes with me.  They have a complimentary popcorn machine so you can munch on popcorn while you are waiting.  Of all the places he could go for his birthday lunch, he wanted to go to a tire store.  That's my guy.

In the end, we ended up going to the pizza place.  Just in case you wondered.

To be known by name

This might not be that uncommon, but to me it touched me so I thought I'd write about it.

Every morning when I drop Cinderella off at school, she has a cross walk where she needs to cross, in the lane where the buses go.  There is usually one of the office aids there to guide kids across.  Every morning this aid says good morning to Cinderella.  A few times it looked to me as if she even said Cinderella's name, but I wasn't sure.  Well this morning when I dropped Cinderella off, there was a garbage truck coming down that lane, so the aid was standing on the side, and when Cinderella got out of the car I heard the aid say, "Cinderella, stand here by me until the truck passes."

It really touched me to hear an office aid say my daughters name.  She doesn't have to know my daughter.  She isn't her teacher.  There are a lot of kids who go to that school.  My child isn't a trouble student who spends all of her time in the office.  So chances are, that aid knows most of those students names.  I think it is awesome that she would take the effort to get to know my child, and know her by name.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Which baby is it?

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Time for another round of which baby is it.  I just happen to have pictures of 3 of my kids as babies wrapped in the same towel.  Take a look and tell me which one you think is which.

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Which baby is it?

So someone told me today that my two boys looked a lot alike as babies.  So tell me what you think.  Which baby is which?

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