I called boys down for dinner. John enters the kitchen with a serious somber face. He says, "I have something to tell you."
Uh-oh.
"I broke up."
"You mean with Jillian?"
"Yes."
"Did you break up with her?" I asked. He seemed sad about it so I thought maybe she dumped him and he'd been crushed.
"She still wants to be my girlfriend."
"Well you can always just be friends, right?
"I just feel like I'm too young." He says, his eyes now welling with tears.
"Oh, Hunny, are you sad? It's ok."
"I just feel like I'm not ready...I think I may not be the right boy for her."
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know." He shrugs and now is fighting his tears and won't eat his dinner.
"John you can stay friends, right? You told me you were "best buds" and she's the best girl you know."
"I just feel like I can't do it." He says.
"Well you don't have to do anything you don't want to do and this is why sometimes it's just best to be friends."
"She still wants to be my girlfriend."
"I'm sorry John, everything will be ok."
Cut to 5 minutes later...
John shouts, "Hahaaaa! Got ya!! Hahahahaaahhaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"What?!" I ask totally confused.
"Jillian is still my girlfriend. I just wanted to trick you! Did you think it was real?"
"Ummmm yeah!" Ugh! He totally had me fooled. He even teared up! And had his super-sad-depressed-as-hell-John-face on.
"Wow John. That was some good acting. Are you sure you weren't telling me the truth?"
"Hahahhhaaaaaaaa! I was thinking of when Peter Parker told Mary Jane he couldn't be with her anymore. That's what I thought of."
"Oh wow." I was dooped!
"Don't worry, mom, Jillian is still my girlfriend, everything is just fine."
(Ok good, because I was so worried;)
...Then Jake BURSTS into tears. "Mom!" he sobs. I mean SOBS. Screaming, crying, tears flying. "I'm sad you don't think I'm a good actor!"
"Jake, you are a good actor too. But John just really had me going and that's why I'm so impressed."
Then, Boom! Just like that he stops crying and starts laughing and says, "Got ya!"
Me and John are like, what is happening here?!
"I can totally fake cry!" he says with pride.
John says, "But you have tears on your face and eyes and you're all red in your face."
"I can totally make myself cry. Anytime I want. Haaahahaaaa!"
"Dang. Now I know you can really fake it, Jake." I tell him.
"Well, I actually do cry for real sometimes, like when people hurt my feelings."
"I know, Jake."
Then Jake asked, "So do you think I was a better actor or John or the same?"
"The same, Jake." :)
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Thursday, March 20, 2014
Sunday, August 14, 2011
First Broken Bone
John broke his arm on June 6, 2011. He was hanging in a little tree in front of our neighbors house with his friend Daniel in the tree too. He fell out of the tree and I heard a crack on the pavement. I was weeding in the front yard talking on the phone with Stephanie. John started to cry a little and was walking toward me.
"I have to go! John just fell out of the tree!" I said to Stephanie.
"Oh my gosh!" She said.
I hung up and took one look at John holding his right arm with his left hand. It looked contorted because his humerus bone was sticking out above the crook of his elbow. He was saying, "Ow ow ow ow ow! It hurts! It hurts!"
I said, "Oh my goodness. OK. (breathe) We have to go to the hospital." As I'm dialing 911 with my iPhone. I calmly tell the operator that my son broke his arm. Our address. Within one minute we could hear the sirens in the distance.
John was in tremendous pain. "I want to watch a movie." He said as he tried to walk inside the house. He was confused. Maybe in shock. I held him on my lap and we listened to the sirens get closer and closer. Within 4 minutes from my 911 call the Fire Truck and Ambulance pulled up. There were about 6 men looking at John's arm.
One EMT said, "Ooh. Which hospital, Mom?"
"I don't know."
"We recommend Legacy Emmanuel Children's Hospital. They have the best surgeons."
I'm thinking, surgery??? Oh dear lord.
One of the Fire Fighters went in the house to find my purse to get my keys to open my car to get the car seat out for Jake. Our neighbor Pam came over to help.
They hooked up that car seat inside the ambulance in 5 seconds flat. Impressive. By this time John has an air cast on his arm, a Cat and the Hat stuffed animal that he chose out of 10 other animals, and he's on a gurney headed into the ambulance.
Getting his IV in his hand was sad to see. His right arm hurt so badly while he's crying out about the pain of the needle too. The pain medicine worked well and fast and in no time he was closing his eyes and feeling OK.
"Is it feeling a little better?" EMT asked.
"No." John replies.
"Does it still hurt?" EMT asked.
"No." John replies.
We chuckle.
Jake was chit-chatting the whole 27 minute ride. He was having an exciting ambulance ride! At one point John asked if the truck was driving by itself. He was confused that the EMT was with him. Who was driving us? The other guy, we told him. He closed his eyes again.
The EMTs told me to start recording the ride because this was "serious scrap booking material." So I did. I called Mike and Stephanie and Megan. Mike was going to meet us in the ER.
In the ER, he was given Morphine which helped him sleep a little. He would close his eyes for a few minutes and wake up to cry or puke. We were waiting for a surgeon to look at his X-rays and then get the OR ready for him. We were in the ER for a couple hours.
His Surgeon, Dr. Barmata, was great. He said if he couldn't place it perfectly he would go in make it perfect. He was able to position his bone perfect and place 3 pins in his bone to hold it in place. By 9:30pm John was out of surgery but it took him til 12:30am to wake up.
John's nurse was super sweet and she loved John. She gave him goldfish and Popsicles and at 1am he watched Toy Story and Toy Story 2. We shared a room with an extremely sick little boy. The boy cried and wheezed and coughed and choked on his own flem the whole night. They were sad and very disgusting noises. I couldn't sleep through it. John slept OK but he did wake up now and then because of the boy's horrendous noises. John said, "Mom call the nurse, he's creeping me out." It was creepy. But I felt so sorry for him and his parents. They were non-English speaking and were unable to spend the night with their child. Whatever disease he lived with was obviously a huge strain on their family. It put things in perspective for me. John's ordeal was stressful but his broken arm would heal soon and he would be as good as new. The other little boy seemed to be in misery for his entire life. So sad.
The next day Grammy came to stay with Jake while Mike came to pick us up from the Hospital. John had 4 weeks with a cast for the first month of summer. No swimming, no sprinklers, no playgrounds, no bikes, no scooters. We made a calendar to count down the days. He X'd the days until his appointment for cast removal on July 5th, 2011. He was a good sport about it most of the time. He had some mental breakdowns throughout the 4 weeks-"I'm SOOOOOO bored! I want this cast off!" But he used his left hand and arm like it was no big deal at all. He never asked for help getting dressed or going to the bathroom or writing his name or anything at all. He was an instant expert at using his left arm only.
July 5th, 2011. Cast comes off, pins are removed. That's a whole other story...
Before the pain medication. He's in tremendous pain.
Jake's ride in the Ambulance. He was talkative the whole ride. "You know, I've never been in this truck before...I have a friend Noah..." and on an on.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
Johnny telling me he's scared. :( He just got his IV and it hurt a lot.
John wearing the EMTs sunglasses on his head
This pain medication made him close his eyes and he was loopy.
John getting his pain medication through his IV in the Ambulance.
Poor kid. He would wake up every 5 minutes and get sick or cry from pain.
John in the ER with his broken bone in an aircast. Waiting for the his Operating Room. He is in and out of sleep at this point from the morphine drip. He's holding onto his beloved Cat in the Hat that the Fire Fighters gave him.
Jake waiting in the ER next to John's bed. The Fire Fighters gave Jake a Cheetah to keep. He loves it. Jake was a brave boy too. He saw his brother in a lot of pain, watched John poked with needles in his hand, throwing up from the morphine, and being at the hospital for 5 hours...and never once did he act out or misbehave or whine or complain in any way whatsoever.
"I have to go! John just fell out of the tree!" I said to Stephanie.
"Oh my gosh!" She said.
I hung up and took one look at John holding his right arm with his left hand. It looked contorted because his humerus bone was sticking out above the crook of his elbow. He was saying, "Ow ow ow ow ow! It hurts! It hurts!"
I said, "Oh my goodness. OK. (breathe) We have to go to the hospital." As I'm dialing 911 with my iPhone. I calmly tell the operator that my son broke his arm. Our address. Within one minute we could hear the sirens in the distance.
John was in tremendous pain. "I want to watch a movie." He said as he tried to walk inside the house. He was confused. Maybe in shock. I held him on my lap and we listened to the sirens get closer and closer. Within 4 minutes from my 911 call the Fire Truck and Ambulance pulled up. There were about 6 men looking at John's arm.
One EMT said, "Ooh. Which hospital, Mom?"
"I don't know."
"We recommend Legacy Emmanuel Children's Hospital. They have the best surgeons."
I'm thinking, surgery??? Oh dear lord.
One of the Fire Fighters went in the house to find my purse to get my keys to open my car to get the car seat out for Jake. Our neighbor Pam came over to help.
They hooked up that car seat inside the ambulance in 5 seconds flat. Impressive. By this time John has an air cast on his arm, a Cat and the Hat stuffed animal that he chose out of 10 other animals, and he's on a gurney headed into the ambulance.
Getting his IV in his hand was sad to see. His right arm hurt so badly while he's crying out about the pain of the needle too. The pain medicine worked well and fast and in no time he was closing his eyes and feeling OK.
"Is it feeling a little better?" EMT asked.
"No." John replies.
"Does it still hurt?" EMT asked.
"No." John replies.
We chuckle.
Jake was chit-chatting the whole 27 minute ride. He was having an exciting ambulance ride! At one point John asked if the truck was driving by itself. He was confused that the EMT was with him. Who was driving us? The other guy, we told him. He closed his eyes again.
The EMTs told me to start recording the ride because this was "serious scrap booking material." So I did. I called Mike and Stephanie and Megan. Mike was going to meet us in the ER.
In the ER, he was given Morphine which helped him sleep a little. He would close his eyes for a few minutes and wake up to cry or puke. We were waiting for a surgeon to look at his X-rays and then get the OR ready for him. We were in the ER for a couple hours.
His Surgeon, Dr. Barmata, was great. He said if he couldn't place it perfectly he would go in make it perfect. He was able to position his bone perfect and place 3 pins in his bone to hold it in place. By 9:30pm John was out of surgery but it took him til 12:30am to wake up.
John's nurse was super sweet and she loved John. She gave him goldfish and Popsicles and at 1am he watched Toy Story and Toy Story 2. We shared a room with an extremely sick little boy. The boy cried and wheezed and coughed and choked on his own flem the whole night. They were sad and very disgusting noises. I couldn't sleep through it. John slept OK but he did wake up now and then because of the boy's horrendous noises. John said, "Mom call the nurse, he's creeping me out." It was creepy. But I felt so sorry for him and his parents. They were non-English speaking and were unable to spend the night with their child. Whatever disease he lived with was obviously a huge strain on their family. It put things in perspective for me. John's ordeal was stressful but his broken arm would heal soon and he would be as good as new. The other little boy seemed to be in misery for his entire life. So sad.
The next day Grammy came to stay with Jake while Mike came to pick us up from the Hospital. John had 4 weeks with a cast for the first month of summer. No swimming, no sprinklers, no playgrounds, no bikes, no scooters. We made a calendar to count down the days. He X'd the days until his appointment for cast removal on July 5th, 2011. He was a good sport about it most of the time. He had some mental breakdowns throughout the 4 weeks-"I'm SOOOOOO bored! I want this cast off!" But he used his left hand and arm like it was no big deal at all. He never asked for help getting dressed or going to the bathroom or writing his name or anything at all. He was an instant expert at using his left arm only.
July 5th, 2011. Cast comes off, pins are removed. That's a whole other story...
Before the pain medication. He's in tremendous pain.
Jake's ride in the Ambulance. He was talkative the whole ride. "You know, I've never been in this truck before...I have a friend Noah..." and on an on.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
Johnny telling me he's scared. :( He just got his IV and it hurt a lot.
John wearing the EMTs sunglasses on his head
This pain medication made him close his eyes and he was loopy.
John getting his pain medication through his IV in the Ambulance.
Poor kid. He would wake up every 5 minutes and get sick or cry from pain.
John in the ER with his broken bone in an aircast. Waiting for the his Operating Room. He is in and out of sleep at this point from the morphine drip. He's holding onto his beloved Cat in the Hat that the Fire Fighters gave him.
Jake waiting in the ER next to John's bed. The Fire Fighters gave Jake a Cheetah to keep. He loves it. Jake was a brave boy too. He saw his brother in a lot of pain, watched John poked with needles in his hand, throwing up from the morphine, and being at the hospital for 5 hours...and never once did he act out or misbehave or whine or complain in any way whatsoever.
He was a perfect angel.
John's X-ray. Ouch
He doesn't know he has a cast yet
John sleeping after his surgery
Our Brave Boy
John's X-ray. Ouch
He doesn't know he has a cast yet
John sleeping after his surgery
Our Brave Boy
Sunday, December 5, 2010
what the??
it's odd to me, that in the several weeks before Santa's comin' to town the boys have been naughtier than ever. every two seconds someone is screaming, yelling, fighting, running and chasing, wrestling, jumping off furniture, jumping on the bed, climbing up the walls, throwing food on the floor, splashing water all over the bathroom, trashing their rooms, taking all their clothes out of the closet, whining, crying, tantrums, ripping pages out of books...
and the potty talk.
oh my good lord the potty talk is so so so frustrating. when they think i'm not listening/watching it's-- 'my wiener this and my butt that. look at my butt hole. kiss my butt. i'm gonna pee on you. listen to my fart.'
'i'm gonna pee on you?' really? the sad thing is, when they were in the tub, i think they did. pee on each other. (insert gag reflex here)
another bad one is when one of them comes running from the other room as fast as they can just to stick their bum in my face and let out a fart. this infuriates me. they run away laughing hysterically. this is what my life has come to. cleaning pee off the toilet, listening to wiener talk, and getting farted on.
all day long i have to remind them that Santa is watching them, he knows when they're bad and good. he knows when they're lying. they shape up for a few minutes and then it's back to driving mom insane. the other night, i put them in their room for timeout and i didn't go back to get them. i just let them fall asleep in there. is that bad? i just couldn't deal anymore.
i can yell and scream, send them to their rooms, threaten no Christmas, no prizes, no juice, no candy, no nothing. and yes even spank their little fart butts. do u think any of this works? no. we are now trying out push ups as a punishment. they seem to like doing them. not much of a punishment.
as i write this, the boys are in their room in timeout for potty talking up a storm in the bathtub. i took them out of the bath and made them sit in there naked...your cold? well get dressed in your jammies by yourself little hellions.
just a moment ago john is telling to Jake come out and "tell mommy we're sorry." Jake ventures out only to see the scowl on my face and he ran like the wind back to his room. still naked. then john yells through the door, "mom we love your heart and we're sorry for potty talking. all day. and we forgive you, mom."
ok. start the clock. how long til the next battle? i'm guessing at least one more before they pass out.
and the potty talk.
oh my good lord the potty talk is so so so frustrating. when they think i'm not listening/watching it's-- 'my wiener this and my butt that. look at my butt hole. kiss my butt. i'm gonna pee on you. listen to my fart.'
'i'm gonna pee on you?' really? the sad thing is, when they were in the tub, i think they did. pee on each other. (insert gag reflex here)
another bad one is when one of them comes running from the other room as fast as they can just to stick their bum in my face and let out a fart. this infuriates me. they run away laughing hysterically. this is what my life has come to. cleaning pee off the toilet, listening to wiener talk, and getting farted on.
all day long i have to remind them that Santa is watching them, he knows when they're bad and good. he knows when they're lying. they shape up for a few minutes and then it's back to driving mom insane. the other night, i put them in their room for timeout and i didn't go back to get them. i just let them fall asleep in there. is that bad? i just couldn't deal anymore.
i can yell and scream, send them to their rooms, threaten no Christmas, no prizes, no juice, no candy, no nothing. and yes even spank their little fart butts. do u think any of this works? no. we are now trying out push ups as a punishment. they seem to like doing them. not much of a punishment.
as i write this, the boys are in their room in timeout for potty talking up a storm in the bathtub. i took them out of the bath and made them sit in there naked...your cold? well get dressed in your jammies by yourself little hellions.
just a moment ago john is telling to Jake come out and "tell mommy we're sorry." Jake ventures out only to see the scowl on my face and he ran like the wind back to his room. still naked. then john yells through the door, "mom we love your heart and we're sorry for potty talking. all day. and we forgive you, mom."
ok. start the clock. how long til the next battle? i'm guessing at least one more before they pass out.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Did I Ever Tell You About The Time...
In the spring and summer of 2007, Mike took Johnny with him to the high school during football practice, to give me a much needed break from John. Jake was a little guy, just born in Spring 2007. (Who knew that taking care of a baby and a 18 month old would be a lot of work??) One day, after practice, John came home from the field covered from head to toe in mud. It wouldn't be the last time...
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Did I Ever Tell You About The Time...
...that Johnny and Jake decided to spread Desitin Creamy all over their bodies and faces and clothes and bedroom?
Desitin Creamy is diaper rash ointment. Waterproof=hard to clean up. After a roll of paper towels used, and clothes and a rug thrown away they were normal dirty little men again.
It's amazing how quickly this happened. I think they were alone for 7 minutes.
Desitin Creamy is diaper rash ointment. Waterproof=hard to clean up. After a roll of paper towels used, and clothes and a rug thrown away they were normal dirty little men again.
It's amazing how quickly this happened. I think they were alone for 7 minutes.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
2 Hungry Men
My sons eat as much as I do. Maybe more. It's amazing. Jake will eat anything and everything. He'll eat his own meal and then if I eat something he sits down next to me and makes me share.
This is a list of meals/food John ate just the other day---
(And, if this is what my 4 year old that weighs 28 lbs eats on a normal day, then what am I in for during the teenage years of the bottomless-pit-garbage-disposal-boy-stomach???)
(And, if this is what my 4 year old that weighs 28 lbs eats on a normal day, then what am I in for during the teenage years of the bottomless-pit-garbage-disposal-boy-stomach???)
BREAKFAST:
French Toast with cinnamon and sugar and syrup
2 scrambled eggs
4 sausage links
Milk
Apple juice
French Toast with cinnamon and sugar and syrup
2 scrambled eggs
4 sausage links
Milk
Apple juice
LUNCH:
A whole ham and cheese sandwich
AND a whole PB and J sandwich
Chips
YoKids Yogurt
A whole ham and cheese sandwich
AND a whole PB and J sandwich
Chips
YoKids Yogurt
Apple Juice
Milk
SNACKS:
goldfish crackers
chips
skittles
goldfish crackers
chips
skittles
Juice
DINNER:
Veggies-a big bowl full
Meatballs-big huge ones, 4
Pasta w/ sauce
Milk
DESSERT-begs for it!
DINNER:
Veggies-a big bowl full
Meatballs-big huge ones, 4
Pasta w/ sauce
Milk
DESSERT-begs for it!
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