"Chicks Dig Scars" (We Hope)

On Friday, with me running around getting ready for work and Mike taking care of the kids, Jude slipped out of eyesight for a split second. Next thing I heard was Gavin running towards me, shouting, "It's an emergency!!!" He was right. Jude had fallen and cut himself on a cabinet drawer at 7:30 in the morning. Poor guy...I gotta say, though, he took it very calmly. Mike ran him to the emergency room and I waited at the house until my mom came to watch the kids (bless her!) It still smarts, but he'll be okay.

Under the file heading of "all boys, all the time", we came upon this scene the other day:

Lest you wonder why my oldest is standing in a pile of garbage, here is his explanation--"I was making a garbage shooter. I shot and shot and then, it exploded! I need to practice more." We assured him that there is no market for this device and further practice was not necessary.

I hate to post more on the "sickness" of our family, but it has become an integral part of this season. The baby and I have had a cough again for about three weeks. When I went to the doctor, I was diagnosed with pneumonia--later only slightly amended to pneumosis, which just means the spot on my lung from the x-ray wasn't that significant. I've been pretty much wiped by this. Again, we're on our second round of missing church for five weeks straight. Would have made it today, except Gavin and Jude both had fevers. I miss everyone.

Toby has six teeth now! Gavin got his first teeth early, too, but he didn't just keep getting them like Toby. Toby had the teeth next to his upper front teeth come in first, then his bottom front teeth, then his upper front teeth and is now working on his front teeth next to his bottom front teeth. I'm just going to throw a steak his way soon :)

I've been laughing from one of Gavin's recent additions to our vocabulary. We were driving, and he saw the Seventh-Day Adventist church where he attended Bible school for the past three years (yes, those sainted people accepted Gavin when he was a mere 20 months!) He told me he would be going to Bible school again soon, and I explained that it wouldn't be until the summer. He held his head and said, "Oh Cramp!! That just makes my head hurt." I admit to laughing, and so now it has become his favorite expletive--it's fast becoming mine, too.

Much better he says that then what he told me the other day upon being told to change his pants, "Let it go, Mom...all that talking is giving me a headache." He had an ache somewhere else after that one :) I love every minute of raising my boys.