gimpy

While David had a blast at soccer camp last week, his ankle received one as well.  David and another boy collided, and David's ankle took the full force of it.  He has now been limping since Wednesday.

He is doing better.  He walked a lot at the zoo yesterday and rode in the stroller/cart thing a lot towards the end.  He did great.

When the sprain first happened he cried whenever he tried to walk on it.  I was worried he had actually broken it, but Dave was convinced that it was a sprain.  He must have been right because the more he walked on it the better it felt.  If he tried to walk after sitting or lying down for a while, it would hurt worse.

Apparently, the key is to keep it loose.  Don't let it stiffen up.  So while I wanted to carry him everywhere, Dave convinced me that it would be counter-productive.

ugh.  hate when he's right.

boogers

while changing the kids into pajamas, Dave laid in Davids bed for a minute.  He looked over at the dresser that is next to David's bed.


Dave:  "Are these boogers?"
david:  "no!" (face becoming pink)
dave:  (laughing)  "have you been wiping boogers on your dresser?!"
david: (face beet red) "no!"
me:  (laughing uproariously)
dave:  "have you?!" (still laughing)
david:  "sorry!"
Me:  (more laughing)
david: (STARTS BAWLING)
me:  "honey, we're not mad at you!"
david:  "waaaaahhh!!!!"
me:  "honey!  we thinks it's funny!  but don't do it anymore..."
david finally calms down and starts laughing too.


me to noah:  "have you been wiping boogers on your dresser too?"
noah:  "yeah!"
me (tackling him on his bed and pretending to look for boogers):  "where are are you wiping those boogers?!"
noah:  (laughing)
me:  "i can't find any."
Dave:  "he's eating them."
me:  "eeeeewww!  are you eating them?!"
Noah:  "yeah!  I just did!"


eeeeeeewwwww!   do NOT eat boogers! 

Tigers

I woke up this morning to "tiger boys."  They had woken up before me and were in the play room.  I had sneaked a peek at them and saw that they were playing nicely.  I did not notice the stripes.  I then hopped into the shower before the requests began pouring in.  They discovered I was awake fairly quickly and ran into the bathroom.  "Mom!  We're tigers!"  

"Oh, that's fun!"

"we have stripes!"
 "Cool!"  (I was in the shower.  there was a curtain separating us, and I thought they were just describing what their tiger selves would look like.)  "Wait.....  did you draw on yourselves?"
"Sorry, mom!" --David
"Did you draw on yourselves?!"
"Sorry, mom!!"
"Did you?!"
"yeah."
"with what?"
"marker"
Dry-erase marker, to be exact.  I thought it was really funny, and they did a pretty darn good job!  Luckily, it washed off pretty easily--but not before I snapped this picture!  I told them to pretend to be tigers, which David was all to happy too perform.  Noah was still unconvinced that he wasn't about to be in big trouble and, therefore, hid his face in shame.  They're so funny.

I did tell them not to draw on themselves anymore.

Noah has the Fifth now.  Big surprise.

David LOVED soccer camp!  He had a blast.  But, holy moly, were his cheeks RED after running around and being in the heat!

Fifth Disease

David woke up this morning with red cheeks.  I know he did not get a sunburn yesterday, so this was odd.  I questioned him if he had eaten anything before I woke up.  "No."  And I asked if he had touched anything strange (i.e. cleaning products, etc.).  "No."  I was concerned maybe he was having an allergic reaction to something, or if he got a chemical on him.  Now, just so we're clear--all of the chemicals are on the highest shelf in the farthest room, with the exception of Windex which is kid-locked under the sink.  But hey, sometimes a soap can cause an allergic reaction.  Regardless--his answers were "no."

His cheeks became more red when we were outside.  The phrase "slapped cheek appearance" popped into my head.  I remembered that phrase from a book.  Then I remembered my cousin telling me years ago that her son got Fifth Disease, which causes a rash.

I pulled out What to Expect the Toddler Years.  Sure enough, The symptoms (so far) matched the fifth disease description exactly.  "Slapped cheek appearance."  found the phrase that I had read a couple years beforehand.  I guess it usually "strikes" kids his age, usually in the spring.  There may be a fever or joint paint, but the "disease" (such an ugly word) is not serious.  No treatment is needed unless the child responds badly to the illness, which is almost always only those with auto-immune deficiencies or auto-immune disease.

The 2nd day the rash usually shows up on the back of the legs.  So I guess I should know for sure tomorrow if my assumption is correct.

I called the pediatrician and told him what I thought then asked how contagious it is.  He said that once the rash appears, the child is no longer contagious.  oh, good!  Tomorrow is Father's Day and we are suppose to be around my nieces and nephews.  It is contagious before hand, so they were probably exposed to it when we all went to the Splash Pad a few days ago.

My next question for the doctor...  Our church is putting on a VBS Soccer Camp this week.  It will be his first year, and he is pumped for it.  "Can he attend soccer camp?"  "Yes, that's fine."  Yay!  So glad I didn't have to break that little boy's heart!  

Obviously, if the rash is different tomorrow or different symptoms occur, all previous exultations are null and void, and we will be seeing the doctor.

soo gross

my dogs totally have worms.
This thought makes me want to vomit.
Turns out you can get said worms from said dogs just from them licking you.
guess who's going to be checking out her kids' poop now??

I feel like everything in my house is contaminated now.

uuugggghhhhh..........

snakes

We have a family of garter snakes living under our deck.  Dave informed me of it because I had not seen them yet.  Since he told me, I see them all the time in the flower gardens that surround the deck.  They don't bug me.  I think they are kind of cool.  Dave is kind of terrified of them.  Hates them.  He keeps talking about chopping them in half with shovels.  ugh.  Big baby.

I told David he could try to catch one if he wants.  He has made a few half-hearted efforts.  Then he said to me, "you do it."
"uhhhh...  no."
I don't mind them, they are not hurting anything, but I just cannot bring myself to touch them.  That part I am terrified of.  Watching is fine; touching...  whole other story.  Can not do it.  But go ahead, David.  You can do it.

I Wikipedia-ed them.  I was under the impression that they did not have teeth--and that is what I have been telling Dave and David.  Yup, guess I was wrong.  Garter Snake says a bite is not dangerous, but may cause itching/swelling/burning.  That's nice.  But according to Eco Kids they do not have fangs or poison, and they will most likely try to bite you when you pick them up.

Mom of the Year.

story

So, the boys were already in bed when I came home form babysitting Ava.  Our ritual has become the telling and retelling of stories about everything that went on while I was gone (for 2 1/2 hrs.).

So the boys told me that they went to Grandpa's and they ate candy--the orange gummy slices--and grandpa would come over soon and eat popsicles with them.

"Sounds like you guys had lots of fun!"  I have my arms wrapped around Noah.  "Give me a hug and kiss!"
Noah: "No!  I didn't tell you story yet!"
Me:  "Yes, you did.  You told me about seeing grandpa and eating the orange candy."
Noah:  "That not story!  That words!"

oh, honey.  

pee

Noah's bath time:
Me sitting on the edge of the bath tub checking to see if the water is warm yet.
Noah getting undressed to take a bath.

Noah: (impish grin) I'm going to pee on you.
Me: (laughs) You better not!
then my leg starts to feel warm...
Me: You peed on me!
Noah: hahahahahahaaa!

park

The boys and I met up with my cousin and her son at the park today.  They had fun for quite a while.  They played then we all went for a walk on a path through the woods.  Very early into the walk Noah started to break down.  He was upset that the David and Kyle could run faster than him, so he would just give up and come crying to me.  We made the boys stop every so often so we could keep them in our sights, but as soon as they began running again Noah would instantly cry.  I was getting very frustrated.  After this went on through the entire walk, we took the boys back to the playground.  I was hoping this would help Noah, and he would stop.  Nope, it managed to get worse.  Cried because he was going to be the last down the slide, cried because he wasn't in the swing right next to David.  Cried.  Cried.  Cried.
"Ok, we're leaving."
It was ridiculous.  And embarrassing!  I don't know what his deal was today!  I've seen him be upset about not being able to keep up with David before, but this was way worse.  I'm hoping he was just tired and hungry or something.

good

Me to Noah:  If you're good, you can go with me on Friday.
Noah: I already am good.

well played.

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