Sh*t my kid says!

Does someone in your life ever say something that leaves you feeling more confused than when you started? This defines my like with M. He is always saying or song something that he thinks is super funny. The rest of us might not see the humor in it but he does. For example, last night he was in the tub, I told him to lay down so I could wash his hair (yes he's 6 years old and I still wash his hair. If left to him it would never happen). He carefully laid down so he wouldn't get water on his face, but must have been watching himself 'below the belt' and says hey look what's sticking out girls! I died. Right there and then. Done. Dead. This is my little baby. Where he got that from....no CLUE! But he thought it was great!
Earlier this week he was snuggled up for what he calls a chair snuggle as we watched the Blue Jays game. There's a paint commercial that's always on during the games, it opens up with a women laying on her side on the ground using a thigh master and a couple sitting on the couch watching her. The wife looks at the husband and says we need to get this room out of 1991. So we're watching the game, and on comes this commercial. M looks up at me as serious as anything and says 'can you please get me one of those?' I asked a thigh master? Without missing a beat he says 'yes, can you please get me one of those?' What 6 year old wants a thigh master?

Happy Birthday!

As mentioned in my last post, M had a birthday party. It was a really fun afternoon. He only wanted 4 friends, which was perfect. It was 3 hours, which was just a little too long for him. He was ready to be done after 2 hours, which is very typical for him. He's never been able to handle too much stimulation. This was actually his first friends birthday party for this exact reason. I told M that he could put the balloons any where he wanted and just to let me know if he needed any help. He did a fantastic job! We planned what games he wanted to play, after all these are his friends and he knows them better then I do. He decided on statues, musical chairs (which we used pieces of construction paper), duck, duck goose, twister and playing with the overhead projector. I thought the kids would enjoy decorating cupcakes more than a cake, which also took up time ;) He wanted to have hot dogs and ketchup chips, mama added a fruit try and water to that healthy line up. While I was cooking hot dogs (because remember I was single parenting it) I gave them foam stickers and markers to decorate their treat bags. They all did a great job.
M had fun despite being done. If you ever want to have a relaxing kid party, let them plan it!

Getting hammered on a Sunday Afternoon

Yesterday the boys and I went into the dollar store, they were both drawn to the tool section. They thought it was cool that there were tools their size and both asked for a hammer. I'm trying to create a yes environment, and they were only $3 each! M was super excited about his. He held it in the car the whole way home and even slept with it under his pillow last night (which is something my late grandmother did, but that's a story for another day). This afternoon I set up an invitation for them to use their hammers. I found a small 2x4 piece of wood that we had around the house and some old roofing nails. I opened up B's hammer and started hammering in the nails. Within seconds M was right there with me. B, who is always more reserved with things sat back and watched for a few minutes before asking for his hammer. You guys, they got along and worked together hammering for 30 minutes! I was able to quickly snap this picture of M hammering his little heart out. Proof that sometimes it's the simple things in life that bring the mose enjoyment to children.

Is this week done?

Have you ever started out the week where you had everything organized and ready for things to go smoothly? That was how my week started. B still can't play hockey due to his concussion, and M was done hockey at 3 on Saturday. After hockey I meal planned and went and got groceries and did the weekly lunch prep. I had everything planned that I needed for work this week. I had nothing to do Sunday. It would finally be the day of rest that it was intended to be.

Sunday morning the boys went out to play while the hublet was doing some 'man stuff' outside. I had peace to drink my coffee and catch up on Coronation Street. Bliss. Sunday afternoon the boys were playing and getting along (playing AND getting along. Red flag!) I thought I would lay down for a little nap. Ahhhhh-mazzzzzzing! I loved this Sunday! 

Then it happened.

B came running into my room telling me M was puking. I bolted out of bed and ran into the living room to find him on the couch with his face in my biggest Tupperware bowl (thank god for the sanitize cycle on the dishwasher!)  Luckily hublet was right with him. He spent the rest of the afternoon on and off facing the bowl.

Monday he stayed home from school. Luckily/unluckily my nephew came out with the same bug so he was able to go to my sisters while I went to work for the morning.

Tuesday everyone was healthy and at work and school. After I was done work I did some school work and caught up on some stuff around the house. I got the boys from the bus they told me about their days on the walk home. It was a beautiful day so I suggested they play outside. Not even 10 minutes later I hear crying. I go out M is losing it and B is crying telling me that M is bleeding. I go out into the snow, barefoot to get him. I get him in the house and look...Ya he totally needs stitches! Luckily my neighbor across the road works at the doctors office in my town and told us to go over there, and had called to tell them what happened and that we were on our way over.

Three stitches later we were on our way home. I'm not going to lie, it was a tramatic experience all around. Even the nurse who helped me hold him down cried after we left. But all things considered he was back to himself after the shock wore off.

Wednesday hublet had a convention for work. So we were all getting ready at the same time. Which is very rare and kind of throws everyone off. When B woke up he said his stomach hurt. Damn! I called my sister and he was able to go there. Literally 5 minutes before we were to be walking out the door, he gave me the look and told me he was going to do it. Let her rip little man, there's no sense holding that stuff in! That day was pretty rough for him. And just when I thought he was over, it started again at bedtime! And to add insult to injury....hublet was now sick!

So today, Thursday, B and hublet stayed home. B apparently was okay and he thinks he should have went to school. But better safe then sorry when it comes to issues of the tummy.

I'm almost afraid to see what tomorrow will bring. It's my day off so that pretty much guarantees that I will indeed be sick. Can't wait!