Chicken Pox.
Seriously?
Chicken Pox?
Why would we have Chicken Pox? They have vaccines for that, right? Vaccines which were given to my children as I held down their flailing arms and nervously giggled under my breath while they screamed, because it makes me supremely uncomfortable to be doing something to my kids that feels like torture.
Turns out you can still get chicken pox even if you've had the vaccine. The difference being that you only end up with eight chicken pox instead of eighty. It took me a week to figure out that they had chicken pox, even though I took them to the doctor on Wednesday. Ace had just started to get a little rash on Wednesday that I didn't happen to notice until AFTER we had gotten back from the doctor.
They called me from the school last Thursday to say that Peach had a fever and didn't feel good. I went and picked her up and she said her tummy hurt. She barely even had a fever and she said that she had been outside running and then couldn't cool off. So I kind of wrote that off as a fluke, the nurse just took her temperature while she was hot! I went ahead and kept her home, because you need to be "fever free" for twenty four hours before they go back to school. She continued to complain about her tummy hurting, but she never really slowed down her eating. By Sunday she was saying her throat hurt and by the end of the day on Monday, Ace had a low grade fever and said his throat hurt. I sent Peach back to school on Tuesday but decided to take them to the Dr. on Wednesday because they both looked like their tonsils were swollen. I was afraid it might be step throat.
The Dr. wasn't much help, he didn't really address the fever and then we got the whole "allergy" rundown. I'm SO TIRED of the allergy run-down! The sneezing, the runny nose, the claritin, the benedryl, the kleenex, the snoring. Now he wants me to start teaching these two how to do nasal washing. AAAHHHH!!!! I was so desperate the other day, I had just mowed the yard and I was having a sneezy fit so I decided to get out the Nettie Pot that I had gotten for John (that he never uses) and try it myself. All it did was remind me why I pinch my nose when I jump in the swimming pool. There is NO way the kids will do that. And remember how I feel about holding them down and torturing them...so No. I got home after spending thirty dollars for the appointment and another sixty-five for an array of allergy products, and that's when I noticed the rash. I didn't give him any of the medicine that day or Thursday because I couldn't figure out what he was rashy about. Peach came home and I noticed she had a little bump on her cheek. Friday morning Ace came in with four bumps on his face and after further inspection had three more near his belly button, at which time I remembered the converstation I had with Peach last Thursday when I picked her up from school.
"Has anybody been sick in your class."
"Yeah. Ashley and Callie and Jose. Oh, and Brent got Chicken Pox."
Five more days till the official start of summer!
Achooo!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Elmo the Elephant
Ace's "graduation" program was Friday night.
About a week ago, I was told (by way of a paper, stuck somewhere in the depths of his backpack) that Ace had chosen "Elmo the Elephant" as the character he wanted to be for the program. Which meant I had to create a costume for Elmo. You know, the note said "using stuff you have around the house", "be creative" it said. An elephant. In May. As opposed to October. And because it was stuffed in to the bottom of his backpack. It didn't get the attention it deserved until the Monday before the costume was due. But not to worry, I AM creative. So around the house I went and the costume was created.
What I am is Creative.
What I am not is technically gifted.
So in the following video of Elmo the Elephant, you will see his costume disolve before your very eyes. I stayed in the room with him as long as I could, in the 30 seconds after I put on his nose, but before I walked out the door, a kid came up, grabbed the nose and "snap" went the elastic. I had already been to the office once to restaple the elastic after Ace pulled it the first time. By the third time I had to tie the elastic to the inner "skeleton" if you will, of the nose. Therefore, the skeleton was starting to become exposed as he walked to the stage....that's where we start....
He walked in with a crooked nose AND he had lost an ear! Teacher picked it up and brought it to him. Charlie said, "How did you attach those?" and I said "Duct tape." We laughed through the entire program.
As soon as I saw the Tiger I was like "DOH! ZOOPALS!!"
Then for his legs. He was wearing a too short pair of sweats, so I took some sweats that one of the big boys had outgrown and I cut the legs off at the knee, then I turned them upside down and glued elephant toenails on the bottom and he put them on like legwarmers. What I SHOULD have done, was go the extra step and actually sew them on! But noooo....and as he squirmed on stage, he kept resting one foot on the side of his other leg so that halfway through, he had rubbed one leg all the way off. Then he sat down on the floor to fix it and set down his ears and took off his nose. The elastic that was holding on his nose came down from above the ear on one side and kept sliding down the side of his neck so that he looked like he was eating the nose.
"Elmo the Elephant was Excited,
He called all his friends to come.
He was having an Easter party,
Hiding Eggs and Eating some.
Elks were dancing Elbow to Elbow,
Eskimos came south from Nome,
They Enjoyed the Elegant party,
Excused themselves and went back home."
Wheeew. good times.
About a week ago, I was told (by way of a paper, stuck somewhere in the depths of his backpack) that Ace had chosen "Elmo the Elephant" as the character he wanted to be for the program. Which meant I had to create a costume for Elmo. You know, the note said "using stuff you have around the house", "be creative" it said. An elephant. In May. As opposed to October. And because it was stuffed in to the bottom of his backpack. It didn't get the attention it deserved until the Monday before the costume was due. But not to worry, I AM creative. So around the house I went and the costume was created.
What I am is Creative.
What I am not is technically gifted.
So in the following video of Elmo the Elephant, you will see his costume disolve before your very eyes. I stayed in the room with him as long as I could, in the 30 seconds after I put on his nose, but before I walked out the door, a kid came up, grabbed the nose and "snap" went the elastic. I had already been to the office once to restaple the elastic after Ace pulled it the first time. By the third time I had to tie the elastic to the inner "skeleton" if you will, of the nose. Therefore, the skeleton was starting to become exposed as he walked to the stage....that's where we start....
He walked in with a crooked nose AND he had lost an ear! Teacher picked it up and brought it to him. Charlie said, "How did you attach those?" and I said "Duct tape." We laughed through the entire program.
As soon as I saw the Tiger I was like "DOH! ZOOPALS!!"
Then for his legs. He was wearing a too short pair of sweats, so I took some sweats that one of the big boys had outgrown and I cut the legs off at the knee, then I turned them upside down and glued elephant toenails on the bottom and he put them on like legwarmers. What I SHOULD have done, was go the extra step and actually sew them on! But noooo....and as he squirmed on stage, he kept resting one foot on the side of his other leg so that halfway through, he had rubbed one leg all the way off. Then he sat down on the floor to fix it and set down his ears and took off his nose. The elastic that was holding on his nose came down from above the ear on one side and kept sliding down the side of his neck so that he looked like he was eating the nose.
"Elmo the Elephant was Excited,
He called all his friends to come.
He was having an Easter party,
Hiding Eggs and Eating some.
Elks were dancing Elbow to Elbow,
Eskimos came south from Nome,
They Enjoyed the Elegant party,
Excused themselves and went back home."
Wheeew. good times.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
I'm NOT READY!!
Melee' jumped in the car Thursday and said, "Mom, I've got to tell you something." Usually that's followed by, "I forgot my lunch box." or "I got a 79 on a test today." or something else from the "goodie-two-shoes file". So when he said, "I want to go to the dance tomorrow night. And you can't tell John, but I asked a girl to the dance." you can't imagine my shock and awe. John's in the 9th grade and he still hasn't asked a girl to a dance. This was NOWHERE on my radar.
"Ub-a-dee, uh, um...does that mean we have to pick her up?"
"No Mom. (roll of the eyes) That's like college!"
"oh."
"I'm not gonna tell you how I asked her, because that's personal."
"Okay, I'll just assume you passed a note during class."
"Well, yeah, but I'm not gonna tell you how I asked."
"That's cool. (Thinking, thinking, processing, processing.....) Is this a "girlfriend" thing?"
"Well, I asked her to go out with me, but she just broke up with a boy and she's not quite over it yet."
(Having a stroke...) "By "going out" do you mean "going steady"?"
"Yes. (More eye rolling) But I don't want you to say anything in front of anybody."
"10 - 4."
Of course he didn't have anything to wear to a dance, and I had to scramble Friday to find him something. Does he need a wallet? Does he pay for her to get in the dance? Should he spring for a soda and a candy bar?
I may as well have asked a girl to the dance.
He was way less nervous than I was. He gets points for bravery, cuteness and just being a very good boy. Oh, and if this could just stay between you and me, he'd like to keep this on the D.L.
"Ub-a-dee, uh, um...does that mean we have to pick her up?"
"No Mom. (roll of the eyes) That's like college!"
"oh."
"I'm not gonna tell you how I asked her, because that's personal."
"Okay, I'll just assume you passed a note during class."
"Well, yeah, but I'm not gonna tell you how I asked."
"That's cool. (Thinking, thinking, processing, processing.....) Is this a "girlfriend" thing?"
"Well, I asked her to go out with me, but she just broke up with a boy and she's not quite over it yet."
(Having a stroke...) "By "going out" do you mean "going steady"?"
"Yes. (More eye rolling) But I don't want you to say anything in front of anybody."
"10 - 4."
Of course he didn't have anything to wear to a dance, and I had to scramble Friday to find him something. Does he need a wallet? Does he pay for her to get in the dance? Should he spring for a soda and a candy bar?
I may as well have asked a girl to the dance.
He was way less nervous than I was. He gets points for bravery, cuteness and just being a very good boy. Oh, and if this could just stay between you and me, he'd like to keep this on the D.L.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
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