I know my life is getting busier by the number of days a week I wear make up.
Hunter is playing tennis on a doubles team. I like tennis and am so glad he is not playing soccer this year. I hate watching a bunch of 11-12 year olds play soccer. Or actually watching them kick the ball out of bounds (or whatever it’s called) every other hit. Gah, I’d rather watch paint dry, it’s less frustrating.
My 4 year old is not a tennis fan. In fact, he much preferred soccer because it was outside on a big green grassy field. He could play there. The tennis club is a little more high brow, thus no fun for Gavin.
Speaking of Gavin, my second son is almost the total opposite of my first. Sure, they have some things in common, but when it comes to temperament…nothing. Hunter was an obedient child, never lied (even when it would benefit him). He was articulate and logical from a very young age.
Gavin is my wild child. He is a good boy, but has a temper surpassed only by his stubborn streak. And he lies as a first response to every yes or no question I ask.
Me--“Gavin do you want some juice?”
Him--“No.”
Me—“OK”
A few minutes later an ear splitting screech will come out of that sweet mouth “WHERE’S MY JUICE?!”
Or another example….
ME…”Did you get all this water on the floor?”
Him…”Nope.”
Me…”Are you lying to me Gavin?”
Him—“Nope.”
Me…”There’s no one else in here taking a bath. How do you suppose the water got on the floor?”
Him, straight faced….”A dinosaur was drinking out of the toilet and it got on the floor.”
Me….”Hmmm. I think you’re lying to me.”
Gavin….”Well God says you shouldn’t say that to me!”
He often begins comments with “God says..” for instance…”God says you should give me some juice whenever I want it. God says you should take me to the park….” Hahaha…I call him our little prophet…heh.
When Gavin gets angry, or hurt, he holds his breath. He doesn’t do it intentionally, but about 6 times (in 4 years on the planet) he’s passed out. He falls down, usually straight back because he’s got a fat head.
What? I didn’t always think it was fat, I thought it was normal. But then I noticed everyone asked me about the size of his head. Even his pediatrician said it was funny to see a 95 percentile head on a 25 percentile body. He has grown into it, but for a long time……fat head.
So last week we were in the yard, he grabbed a rake. I took it from him. He likes to do things like beat the trees, bushes, cars, with the tines. This annoys me, and it’s not exactly safe, so I took the rake from his grasping little fingers. I turned to put it back in the shed when I heard him start crying.
I whirled around in time to watch his fat head fall straight back. It hit the edge of a river rock path in the yard and started bleeding. He came around about 30 seconds later.
I came inside and looked up “how to tell if a wound needs stitches” on google. It was gaping, but only a little so I took him to the ER. He was chatting to everyone in the ER as they coughed, threw up, slept, and otherwise looked miserable. We waited for 4 hours. They stapled his head shut. He didn’t chat then, he screamed. Very. Loud.
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A few days later we were back in the ER because something flew in Hunter’s eye while we were cleaning out the garage. He’s ok now, nothing permanent, but it looked awful and was painful.
We only waited 3 hours that time.
There should be some kind of “get out of line free” card when you have boys who are as accident prone as their mama.
We’ve gone to the ER so many times we have our own chairs in the waiting room. Or, er, at least Gavin thinks so…if someone is sitting in the chairs we usually occupy he says (in a stage whisper) “Why is that person sitting in our chair?”
I talked to my husband today. Yesterday he walked right over an unexploded ordinance. He’s not stupid; the area was “cleared” and there was building going on around it.
He was annoyed because the guy who discovered it (an Afghani working with NATO) who dug it up and left it, didn’t tell anyone it was there. Instead, he stood across the road and watched my husband walk right over it. Then afterward, LAUGHED, and told him about it.
My husband marked it and cleared the area. It was blown, and the area re-swept. It still makes me sick to think about. He said the guy was just waiting for someone to step on it.
The kids and I are taking a road trip south the first week in April for spring break. I think we will go to Mississippi. We have family there, and property I need to check on. It will be warmer and Hunter wants to skin a rabbit. So I guess we’ll do a little rabbit hunting too. It’s always easier to do it on our own land than trying to find a place up here.
I am doing a lot of reading. Right now I am devouring Greg Keyes’ books. He is a great story teller.
It was in the 70’s here yesterday. We did tennis, the park, cleaned out the van, then worked in the yard. I think my hydrangea are going to rock this year if I can keep the snails at bay. Need to get a battle plan for the summer, maybe use birds as foot soldiers.
Remember the commercial for hair care that said….”Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful?”
Well, Don’t hate me because my life’s exciting.
~snort~