Thursday, June 30, 2011
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.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
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.
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.
Friday, March 25, 2011
The One that Needed Cleaned
Gabe was home from school sick again today. He slept the morning away while I worked and then was feeling better in the afternoon. He played some Wii, some DS, and with Chicco for a bit. I was working out of my bedroom and he would occasionally come in to chat or use my bathroom.
When Gabe is serious about something, he uses his hands when he is talking. He puts both hands out, palms flat and facing each other. Today, he came in and went into the bathroom. I heard the seat go up and then down. He then came out and using his hands said, “Mom. You know that thing in there where we poop?” I said, “The toilet?” He said, “Yes. Well, you really need to clean it. Like under there – where you sit. It is gross. You need to clean that.” I said, “Ok. Thank you, Gabe. I’ll get right on that.” I then asked, “Did you wash your hands?” He replied with an “Oh” and went back in to wash them. He then came out and again with the hands said, “Mom, you really need to hang that towel up.” I giggled a bit and didn’t have the heart to tell him that he had been the last one to use the towel. I just agreed, “Yes, the towel should be hung back up.”
And yes… tomorrow the bathrooms, along with the rest of the house, will get cleaned. : )
Love this kid!
When Gabe is serious about something, he uses his hands when he is talking. He puts both hands out, palms flat and facing each other. Today, he came in and went into the bathroom. I heard the seat go up and then down. He then came out and using his hands said, “Mom. You know that thing in there where we poop?” I said, “The toilet?” He said, “Yes. Well, you really need to clean it. Like under there – where you sit. It is gross. You need to clean that.” I said, “Ok. Thank you, Gabe. I’ll get right on that.” I then asked, “Did you wash your hands?” He replied with an “Oh” and went back in to wash them. He then came out and again with the hands said, “Mom, you really need to hang that towel up.” I giggled a bit and didn’t have the heart to tell him that he had been the last one to use the towel. I just agreed, “Yes, the towel should be hung back up.”
And yes… tomorrow the bathrooms, along with the rest of the house, will get cleaned. : )
Love this kid!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
The One with the Password
Friday night Grace had a sleep over to celebrate her upcoming 8th birthday. Two girls from her school spent the night and the next day. On Saturday, I was downstairs in the kitchen when I overheard a conversation.
The girls had developed a password system to keep unwanted boys (in this case Gabe) from entering Grace’s room. Two girls, Grace being one of them, were in the room and the third wanted in. She was asked to divulge the password before being granted permission to enter. The only problem was that she didn’t know the password. So, they gave her a hint. It starts with “P”. “Pink? Purple? Puppy?...” And then I heard Grace say, “It’s something gross that boys have.”
WHAT? My head snapped toward the ceiling faster than a redneck’s nose can smell road kill. How was I going to explain this to the other mothers? They send their brotherless daughters to my house for a sleep over and I return them schooled in the male anatomy.
With great relief I then heard Grace give in and reveal the password, “The password is Pickle.” OH THANK GOD. Yes, we were still referring to the same part of the male anatomy but only in the world of Grace and Gabe where girls have Virginias and boys have Pickles.
Thankfully, when both sets of parents heard the story, they laughed. Hopefully, everyone is allowed to return to the Schrecengost’s house. It sure was a fun event for everyone.
Remember everyone. Count your blessings and not your problems. It makes for much better math.
The girls had developed a password system to keep unwanted boys (in this case Gabe) from entering Grace’s room. Two girls, Grace being one of them, were in the room and the third wanted in. She was asked to divulge the password before being granted permission to enter. The only problem was that she didn’t know the password. So, they gave her a hint. It starts with “P”. “Pink? Purple? Puppy?...” And then I heard Grace say, “It’s something gross that boys have.”
WHAT? My head snapped toward the ceiling faster than a redneck’s nose can smell road kill. How was I going to explain this to the other mothers? They send their brotherless daughters to my house for a sleep over and I return them schooled in the male anatomy.
With great relief I then heard Grace give in and reveal the password, “The password is Pickle.” OH THANK GOD. Yes, we were still referring to the same part of the male anatomy but only in the world of Grace and Gabe where girls have Virginias and boys have Pickles.
Thankfully, when both sets of parents heard the story, they laughed. Hopefully, everyone is allowed to return to the Schrecengost’s house. It sure was a fun event for everyone.
Remember everyone. Count your blessings and not your problems. It makes for much better math.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The One with Grace's Theory
Grace was looking for a pencil box to take to school and Steven reminder her that she has one with a calculator built into the lid. She said, “Maybe I will some time turn bad and then I will use it to cheat on a future math test. I better not take it.” We laughed and she then said, “What, it’s just a theory.”
Friday, February 25, 2011
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.
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.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The One with the Stick
I was encouraged by some good friends to share this story on my blog… so, here goes.
Anyone trying to get pregnant knows the ultimate excitement and anticipation each time it is time to pee on the magic stick. In 2001 we started to try and get pregnant shortly after 9/11. The tragedy of Grant’s (Steven’s dad) death in April of that year and the unimaginable of 9/11 left us knowing it was time to move forward with life.
It was with grand excitement that we became pregnant right away and with even greater sadness that that pregnancy ended shortly after it began. We were told to wait 3 months before trying to conceive again. A long three months later we started trying again. For the next 8 months as soon as it was possible for a pregnancy test to show positive results, I would start taking tests. On this particular morning in October, I got up at 4:00 in the morning and took the first test. Unbelievably it was positive. Around 6:00 a.m., I took the second followed by the third and the fourth. They were all joyously positive.
Even though it was very early, we couldn’t contain our excitement. We were heading to my parents and I packed two of the test sticks with me. I placed each test in a paper bag. Told my mom and dad to close their eyes and gave them each a bag. I then told them to guess what was in the bag. Each took out a stick and started exploring it with their hands. My mom figured it out very quickly and started dancing with excitement. Dad, on the other hand, intent on his task, continued to explore the stick with his hands. We finally left him off the hook and explained what it was and then encouraged him to wash his hands. : )
God’s gift was Miss Grace. She is one of the most sensitive, loving, intelligent, inspiring people I know. She is beautiful and funny and makes me want to be a better person so that I can live up to what she needs in her mom. She will do remarkable things and I’m so very proud of her. Thank you God for my gift.
P.S. Please forgive my typos and such in this story. Tears are flowing as I remember the ups and downs of this time in our lives.
Anyone trying to get pregnant knows the ultimate excitement and anticipation each time it is time to pee on the magic stick. In 2001 we started to try and get pregnant shortly after 9/11. The tragedy of Grant’s (Steven’s dad) death in April of that year and the unimaginable of 9/11 left us knowing it was time to move forward with life.
It was with grand excitement that we became pregnant right away and with even greater sadness that that pregnancy ended shortly after it began. We were told to wait 3 months before trying to conceive again. A long three months later we started trying again. For the next 8 months as soon as it was possible for a pregnancy test to show positive results, I would start taking tests. On this particular morning in October, I got up at 4:00 in the morning and took the first test. Unbelievably it was positive. Around 6:00 a.m., I took the second followed by the third and the fourth. They were all joyously positive.
Even though it was very early, we couldn’t contain our excitement. We were heading to my parents and I packed two of the test sticks with me. I placed each test in a paper bag. Told my mom and dad to close their eyes and gave them each a bag. I then told them to guess what was in the bag. Each took out a stick and started exploring it with their hands. My mom figured it out very quickly and started dancing with excitement. Dad, on the other hand, intent on his task, continued to explore the stick with his hands. We finally left him off the hook and explained what it was and then encouraged him to wash his hands. : )
God’s gift was Miss Grace. She is one of the most sensitive, loving, intelligent, inspiring people I know. She is beautiful and funny and makes me want to be a better person so that I can live up to what she needs in her mom. She will do remarkable things and I’m so very proud of her. Thank you God for my gift.
P.S. Please forgive my typos and such in this story. Tears are flowing as I remember the ups and downs of this time in our lives.
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