(Not) Wordless Wednesdays


Jesus vs Ankylosaurus
Thomas drew this last night. He started explaining it to me while I was cooking dinner. I have to admit, I wasn’t paying very close attention… Until I heard him say, “And this is the fire ball that Jesus threw at the Ankylosaurus.” Whaaaaa? You’ve got my attention now!! This morning I made him repeat his description for me, to be sure I got it right. He rolled his eyes at me, but eventually explained it all for a second time.


So, in the bottom left corner, you will see a Euoplocephalus (note the shape of the tail in the upper left corner). She is a female, and was fighting the (male) Ankylosaurus on the right (the brown is his well armored back). Thomas says that even though Euoplocephalus is the best of all Ankylosaurus dinosaurs, she was tiny and so was having a hard time winning the fight. So Jesus came to help. Upon his arrival, Jesus threw a fireball at the Ankylosaurus, and cracked the armor on his back (note the small grey smudge in the middle of the brown–this is the crack).


You’ll be happy to know that Jesus and the Euoplocephalus were victorious. Hurray.



Little Sister


Thomas: Caroline, can I tell you something?


Caroline: Yesh Wubby. What?


Thomas: I really like dinosaurs.


Caroline: Mooooommy!! Wubby luffs dinosaurs!! (In her best sing song tattle tale voice.)



Wordless Wednesday





Photos taken last summer by my beautiful and talented sister.



Top of the Food Chain


One recent morning Thomas and I were playing the ‘favorite’ game.


Thomas: Who is my favorite mommy?
Me: Umm… Me?
Thomas: Yep! Who’s my favorite daddy?
Me: Daddy!
Thomas: Annnnd… Who’s my favorite bug-bug?
Me: Hmm. I’m gonna guess… Caroline?
Thomas: Yes!! And what’s my favorite thing that lived before humans?
Me: Oh, I know this one!! Dinosaurs!
Thomas: Right! And what’s my favorite thing that lived BEFORE dinosaurs?
Me: Ooh. Hmm. Dimetrodon?
Thomas: Right again! And what’s my favorite thing to eat? I’ll give you a clue… It starts with an ‘F’.
Me: French fries? (Without even thinking about it.)
Thomas: No!! It’s fruit. (With an implied ‘duh mommy’.)



Right. What was I thinking?



Failing Fall


This is officially the Fall of Ear Infections. And I? Officially would like it to be over. OFFICIALLY. Either the ear infections or the fall. I don’t really care which. When we were little, my sister was infamous for constant ear infections. When Thomas got his first at 6 months I braced for the onslaught that I was sure would follow. But it didn’t. And then Caroline was born. And I was mildly surprised when she had one fairly early. And less surprised when she had another. And another. And another. And now? When she sneezes I’ve learned to expect an ear infection in a week to 10 days. And I’m not even kidding. What surprises me now is when I take her in and she DOESN’T have one. Although now that I think about it I don’t think I’ve ever taken her in for a suspected ear infection and had her ears be clear. Ever. Finally at last, Sarah’s ears have shown their face in the next generation. <sarcasm>Oh yay.</sarcasm> By now, we know the staff at our pediatrician’s office rather well. And if they weren’t so nice I might be a little more upset about it.


Anyway, where was I? Oh right. This September I think I was at the doctor’s office once a week. Issa and I conferred, and then declared that October would be the month of health. Soooo close. But… We made it to the third week and then Thomas’ ear (the left to be exact) let me down. Sigh. Ok. Maybe November?


The first of November, Caroline took a 4 hour nap. And just like that the little mom hairs on the back of my neck were up. 4 days later she had a fever and said, “Ouchie, Mama. Ear.” A quick trip to our friendly pediatrics office left me waiting in line at CVS for a prescription, yet again. Three days later, (on a Saturday evening as per normal operation procedures), Thomas informed us that his ear hurt. He was nearly in tears. He doesn’t cry for pain, so I knew it couldn’t be good. Sigh. Monday morning brought an appointment for him. He had been fine all day Sunday, but had his heart set on going to the doctor. When Ben called to inform me of the exam results (Yes, that’s right, my husband took him to the doctor. What? He’s a parent too. And yes I know I’m lucky.), I was prepared for a clean bill of health. Ben said, “Thomas was wrong. He doesn’t have one ear infection… He has… TWO.”


Gah. Sigh… November is NOT the month of health. We shall refrain from talking about December out of fear.