Mommy Moments: from a mother of boys

It's true that there are no sick days when your a full time, stay@home mommy.

Last Friday I got sick. Not just a little sick... but a kick-your-butt-take-you-down kinda sick.

The Captain watched the boys while I slept and stayed as still as possible.

Movement and standing were issues that promoted the emptying of my insides...

awesome.

The next day, I was still far from fully recovered, but not feeling the need to be statue like anymore, I tried to be of more help.

So let's give the smaller, much dirtier rug rat a bath.

He was delighted... a tub all to himself. He was splashing and "swimming" and rolling over and over. At one point I was so entertained by his bath time giddiness, I told the Captain I wanted to film him.

So I went and got my camera and came back to full-on giggles from a new peek-a-boo game with daddy. I turned the camera on and watched as Ryder stood up to be more interactive in the game... I was still filming when he turned to fast and slipped banging his tiny, tiny, wet chin on the side of the tub.

After scooping him up and out of the watery death trap, Ryder was fully examined and discovered to have a fairly good sized gash under his chin.

So we took my crazy, wet, 20 month old to the ER for the first time to get stitches.

The gash didn't bleed. It was impressive. He had this huge hole in his chin and there was virtually no blood. He was also in the greatest mood ever. (thankyouJesus) He would climb on and over the chairs in the waiting room, we let him watch videos on utube... his favorite being a 2 minute Toy Story 2 trailer that we watched overandoverandoverandover...

When we finally were able to see a nurse, we were told the numbing agent would have to be applied (preferably with some added pressure) for 30 min.

So we sat and watched more utube... and tried to keep a very active and overly tired toddler still.

Then it was time for the actual stitching... Ryder was not a fan. He got 4. After the sewing session and a good 10 min of angry tears afterwards... he became delightful once more.

We were gone 4 hours... sigh... and came home just after midnight to Rigg puking all over himself and all over his bed... in which the newly stitched up Ryder did and fantastic run and dive, finishing with a giant belly-flop right on the vomit.

awesome.

This is about the time I would have commited all kids of lawlessness to get a vacation... or a maid/nanny.

So slowly, moment by moment we repaired ourselves, took deep breaths, slept when we could, prayed, and eventually got better. We are now to the point of "looking back on and laughing"

Because life is funny.

Hard

but funny.

Thank you Jesus for giving me a sense of humor.

THEN

On a divinely gorgeous morning I took the boys to visit a friends' booth at a local craft fair. The boys were so well behaved... I was unsure if I had actually brought MY children. Rigg enjoyed the bounce house and popcorn while Ryder slept in his stroller and ate fruit loops when he awoke. Allowing for browsing and catching up with friends I had not seen in ages. (insert contented sigh)

So, to my mommy moment.

Rigg was bouncing and practicing some stellar karate-chop, ninja like moves in the bounce house when he stands up and declares, "I hafta pee."

We wasted no time in putting on our shoes and finding a restroom. All the toilets were too tall, so I stood him up on the seat and said aim for the water.

He was doing great. I had ahold of him, helping him bend over a bit to aim better when all of a sudden my sunglasses fall into the toilet and sink to the bottom... giving him a target to aim for.

After he was finished I reached into the pee water to retrieve my sunglasses and washed them for 5 minutes in scalding hot soapy water.

I now have pee glasses.

awesome.