The One with the Toy-Yoda

I have been car shopping and have been talking about getting a Toyota. Grace had the brocure and asked which one I was getting. Gabe said, "Mom is getting me a Toyota. "I laughed and said, "I thought I was getting the new car." He said, "You said you were getting me a Toyota from Star Wars." I laughed and said, "Yes Gabe. I will get you a Toy Yoda from Star Wars.

Tick Twisters and Stitches

Today Gabe came running in the driveway off the bus to meet daddy at the door. Before he made it half way, he fell face first into the gravel. A cut to the forehead and a bloody nose left him looking like he just stepped off the set of the latest slasher movie. Thankfully, Steven was there. Momma doesn’t do well with blood from her babies. With a few bandaid to the forehead, one to the knee and an icepack he seemed to be ok. It was decided that no stitches were needed and life was ok.

We ate dinner and headed out to Grace’s softball practice. Gabe played on the playground and had fun. The adults laughed at Amy’s new device… the Tick Twister (sounds similar to a titty twister but apparently has a whole different objective) and we then headed home.
Gabe was first in the bath. Oh no…what’s that? A tick in his head. Yikes. So, again Momma isn’t good with bugs in her babies. So, daddy got the tweezers and went to work. Only this little tick decided not to cooperate and the head broke off. Grandma was called and Momma, daddy, and Gabe were heading to the ER.

Once at the ER we had the doctor check out the cut on the forehead. Oh yes, stitches would be a good move after all. After two shots… one to numb the front of the head and one to numb the back of the head, three stitches were in and the tick was removed. Tears were shed and Gabe cried too.

And then… guess what. Seems there is a new tool out that they recommend highly. It is a gadget called the Tick Twister. Seems the hospital uses it. Amy can’t find hers. And, we should get one.

Momma’s got a sweet boy in bed with her tonight. Thank God he’s safe and sound.

The One with the Funny Man

Gabe truly cracks me up all the time. He's just a funny kid. The other day he said to me, "Mom, I love you but I'm in love with Grace. She's a hottie." I wonder what he will say when he is 16 and sees that I have documented this cuteness.

This morning was another LOL moment. I was helping him get dressed and comb his hair for school. I said, "Gabe, why don't you let me make your hair spiky today for school?" He replied with a firm, "No way." I asked, "Why don't you let momma have any fun?" And, then, he proved he is his father's son... "You could rub my back and feet. That would be fun." I cracked up. I love this kid.

Smell This

In my house there are three cats, a dog, assorted fish, a guinea pig, two kids, and a husband. There are always smells to be identified and defeated. Unfortunately, many of those smells come from Gabe. You see, he claims he is a super hero, Fart Boy to be exact. Of course there are the powers that come from his bottom but also, his enhanced powers that his daddy helps him develop by giving him garlic bologna. His bad breath power keeps the girls away which in Gabe’s eyes is the best power ever. So, as you can imagine, the story I am about to tell you could have gone several different ways.

This morning Fart Boy was in my bathroom and I was in my bedroom putting on my makeup. He opened the door and came running out to me. He said, “Momma, I just pooped in there. Smell my hands.” He then shoved his hands toward my face. I recoiled with the instincts of a cat and asked, “Did you wash your hands?” He looked at his hands and said, “Oh” and ran back into the bathroom.

Thankfully, when I mentioned the hand washing he realized that after he had washed his hands, he hadn’t dried them. He ran to the bathroom to do that and then return and said, “I washed them. Smell them. I did it all by myself.” He was so proud of himself and I was so thankful! His little hands smelled like yummy raspberry soap. All was good in the Schrec house.