Wednesday, December 30, 2009

By limabain: "Dad, what's a hooter?

Dad: "For your's an owl, son."

Lb: "People eat owls?!?"

Dad: the loaded shrug

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

New "Normal"

We have been living in an alternate universe for what seems like an

For a couple weeks, asthma-related issues and an ultra-sensitive gag
reflex have been causing Number 3 to throw up pretty much every time
he coughs more than 2 times. The math equals way more times a day
than anyone could imagine. (Only the truth here, friends. And
sometimes the truth ain't pretty).

At first, I have to admit it was upsetting, to us and to him. As time
has gone on, it is now just another quirk in our daily life.

Onlookers stare. Well, they stare anyway. Friends are shocked. Some
even like to share that "my 10 year old has only thrown up 3 times in
his whole life." Are you kidding me!?!? That's a Monday morning
before 9 at our house!

This "new normal" has changed our perception of outings.

"How was lunch out with the family?"

"Great! Number 3 only threw up once!"

Hoping he gets over it soon with the right combination of medicine,
but until then, we travel armed with lots of paper towels and patience.

Another day, another story,

Thursday, December 24, 2009

'Twas the Night Before Christmas-'09 remix

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my house
Children were hacking and coughing, not at all like a mouse.
The stockings were falling from the mantle with flair
In hopes St. Nicholas wouldn't really care.

One kid was nestled all snug in our bed,
While visions of medicine and co-pays danced in my head.
Mom in her sweatpants and Dad on the couch,
Hoping and praying Santa had Benadryl in his pouch.

The lights on the tree hanging on by a thread.
The garland and ribbons, drooping near dead.
That nosy elf hit the road before he got sick.
Back to the North Pole just in the nick.

Tomorrow is a new day, here and gone in a flash.
We'll be up and ready for the pre-dawn toy bash.
We'll all be together and all will be right.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!

Last minute wish

Dear Santa:

We've been pretty good this year and have the audacity to ask for one more thing.

Our kids are sick.  One of our husbands is down with the stomach flu. Some of the boys are coughing so hard they gag,  Some are actually throwing up, some of them are getting so much medication our homes are turning into hospitals.

Christmas is tomorrow.   
All we want for Christmas is a big dose of "get well!"

Thanks -

Em and Lib

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Santa scored!

Actually it was my mother, but nevertheless...

Fake fruit for mexicanjumpingbain...including apples, oranges cherries and figs. Whatever game he's planning he'll have quite a bit to work with!
Merry Christmas...whatever lengths you have to go to!
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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

RIP: Cash

One of the most difficult things about living in the country is how quickly pets can come and go. 

We just got her on October 1st.  It didn't take long for her to become part of our family - running inside to sniff the pig bucket and lick up crumbs off the floor.  Jump on you just about any chance she got. She possessed the potential to be a long-term, loving family pet.  We were even doing the unheard of obediance classes.  She was a great running partner for me and companion for the boys.  She fit. 

She died on Sunday night, after being hit by a car.

We're gonna miss you girl.


Monday, December 21, 2009

The TRUE Meaning of Christmas

Number 4, "Baby Jesus was born and he was talking on the phone."

Another day, another story,

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Dollars and Sense

Number 2, "I don't want a job. I'm going to college. But that's all."

Number 1, "You have to have a job to get money. To pay for stuff."

Number 2, "But I don't really want a job."

Number 1, "OK then, one day you're going to be living in a box."

Another day, another story,

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

You know...

... you have a lot of kids when you can barely see Santa.

Ho ho ho,

One more thing they don't tell you

Your sweet, cuddly baby - you know the one who you couldn't believe came out of your body. The one you sat in stunned silence holding a few hours after birth? The one you checked at least 1,000 time to make sure he was still breathing? The one you cut your mothering teeth on?

Yeah, that one...he's going to go through the dreaded puberty one day. He will become so forgetful you'll wonder if he remembers to speak English when he opens his mouth. You'll still love him and think he's fabulous of course, but will wonder if aliens have temporarily borrowed his sweetness.

I think there should be parenting CE courses on this stuff.


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

A loaded shrug

It happened. I know everything changes, but it happened. The beginning of the end of stringbain's childhood.

After striking out on Christmas tree procurement on Sunday (3 stops - no tree), we headed to a bigger (and hopefully better stocked) town about an hour away last night. Santa is also available for visits in said town. In an attempt to "simplify" we decided to do both. Kill two birds with one stone - Santa and a tree. Easy.

Hurrying to get everyone ready and dressed in "town" clothes (an entire other post) stringbain announced he didn't even want to see Santa, so it shouldn't matter how he was dressed. Trying to not get that high pitched what-in-the-hell-are-you-talking-about voice, I kept it together and calmly asked "Why don't you want to go see Santa?"

All I got was a shrug. Which means we both knew the answer to my question. The Santa jig is up, but he didn't want to totally burst my you're still my baby no matter what bubble and risk hurting my feelings. I didn't want to cry, I just wished the mainbain had been in the room to watch our careful mystery vanish with a shrug. And that I had squeezed a bit more out of his believing years. And that 12 hadn't come in such a flash.

As I was inwardly mourning this year being different and how everything will change as a result of that shrug... he enthusiastically hopped on the motorized fire truck for a ride with butterbain. Obviously, his childhood isn't completely over!

Always looking for that silver lining!

Oh and tree-wise: complete strike out! After 3 stops last night and total disappointment, we concede: there are no trees out here! We are having an out-of-town tree delivered this afternoon. Hopefully...I'll believe it when I see it.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

A Christmas Carol

On the thirteenth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me....
Four popsicles by the light of the tree!

Another day, another story,

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Get a Real Job, Mom

"Why are we going heeeere againnnnn!?!?!?" Number 3 moaned from the
backseat as I pulled up to the drive-through window at the bank today.

"Why do they always give you money? You need to get a job! You
should go to work with Daddy," he added just as the bank teller turned
on the microphone/ speaker.

Another day, another story,

Double Digits

This is the same face I had when the Dr. sent me home on the day I thought limabain was going to be born. I had a sinus infection, and they weren't willing to risk further infection with an epidural/c-section combo.

What do you do on the day you'd blocked off for the birthday of your second son, only to find out it would be a week later? N.O.T.H.I.N.G. There is not enough retail therapy to cover that kind of disappointment.

The good news is that his face in this picture isn't one of incredulous disappointment, but one of bliss at opening his second Nerf gun. This is the face of a boy who is now wholly outfitted for battle. Nerf battles, of course.

He's the boy who sees beauty in everything, even fried eggs. He's the one his heart patient cousin wanted to talk to as soon as she was coherent after her surgery. He's the one who at 10, still wants to get in my bed and hug me up in the morning. He's my only boy who can complete a Shred workout with me, and enjoy it. He's also the one who is gifted at the art of puns. For instance, the Christmas he turned 3 he coined his own carol for our part of the world, "Rudolf the red-neck reindeer!"

No doubt about it, he's an original.
Limabain, I'm so glad I'm living and I'm so glad you're mine!


Wednesday, December 9, 2009

A Christmas Story

Nothing planned.  No orchestrated moment.  Just a Monday night at home.

Number 2 and I were having hot chocolate at the kitchen table. Number 4 was playing with cars.

I asked pop quiz style, "Who's birthday is on Christmas?"

Number 2, a little rusty, needed a couple of guesses, but quickly chimed in with "Jesus!"

I turned to the 2 year old and asked, "Who is Jesus?"

He didn't miss a beat, "Jesus loves ME!"

In all fairness, I'm going to have to give the church preschool 50% credit on this one.

Another day, another story,

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

I Know

Literally, one second you can be minding your own business not doing
much of anything, and the very next second be cleaning throw up from
the floor.

Another day, another story,

Can I get a pair?

Number 3 just inquired, "mom where are my magical red pants?"

Another day another story,


Desperate times

Have you ever encountered 2 kids who no matter what could NOT get along? Cousin E and Mexicanjumpingbain have been pestering each other It's more that I can deal with alone. After a 3 parent- 2 child conference where we discussed how badly you can hurt your friends with words...and watched their eyes glaze over, we decided it was time for something drastic.
We taped them together...only for an hour, but hopefully it will be enough time for them to begin learning teamwork and the Golden Rule.
Hope it's effective!
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Monday, December 7, 2009


A few bains were having a Star Wars light saber battle a few days ago before breakfast.  Because I really hate yelling speaking in elevated tones before noon, I asked and pleaded and nagged them to come and eat.  Just before the final blows were thrown, Mexicanjumpingbain rushed over and grabbed butterbain's light saber.  Technically not a wise move early in the morning, but all was forgiven when he belted out, "WAR! what is is good for?  Absolutely, nothing!! Now, come eat your breakfast!"  Yeah, they all know it and started singing along...

So much better than yelling.


Friday, December 4, 2009

A lesson in Empathy

There are more battles on a daily basis around our house than I can count. Star Wars. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Army guys. Sword fights. Showdowns and real-deal fights in which SOMEBODY is always getting hurt. Usually just minor least that's the way I used to categorize it. They always seem to cry and while I've been's been with an edge of "suck it up, it's not that bad..."
So yesterday it was my turn. Just headed out the door to run errands and I sliced my hand open. As I sat in the minor med getting stitched up with only mild lidocaine coverage, I realized no matter the level of pain we all want comfort. Okay, that wasn't the brain surgery part of the equation.  The aha! moment was that I have a tendency to hurry my comforting so we can get back to 'regular life.' The thing is, that comforting is part of regular life.

Since I'm milking this for all the dish-less days possible...I believe I'll hold whichever bain get hurts a little longer next time....and remember wanting my own mother as I sat on that exam table last night.


Tuesday, December 1, 2009


It really ALL boils down to this.

Number 3 asks for a cup of milk. Simple request. Glad to oblige him.

"Nooooo, Mommy!!! NOT YET!!!"

Frozen with bewilderment mid-pour.

"Wait, don't make it yet! I need to use the bathroom first!!!!"

Still frozen. Still bewildered.

"I like to control things."

As simple as that.

Another day, another story,


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