And so we start the randomness of 2012. I gotta say, these are probably my favorite posts of the year. They really are a good look into our "normal" life.
We started the New Year by helping PaPa take down his Christmas lights. Man was that a chore. I wish, really wish, I would have taken a picture of all my dad's lights this year. Can you say Clark Griswold?? It was good, good stuff. Anyways, I didn't. Next year, I will.
When you put a PaPa on a big ladder.. the four year-old wants to join. And why wouldn't he??
And I noticed this.. Do you see it? Do you see something "odd" in this picture?
Pingle. Once he learned he could touch him, as that is allowed after Christmas, he just couldn't let go. He carried him everywhere he went, he took him to bed at night and he had random conversations with him every single day.I thought about telling him we had reinstated his magical powers in hopes Pingle could keep him in check throughout the year but I knew it wouldn't work. We finally told Chaz that Santa had emailed daddy and wanted Pingle to return to the North Pole. Remember, Santa left his belt at our house.. So we packed up Pingle, the belt and the bells that Santa left at our house.. We put Santa's address on the box and our return address just in case it came back. The next morning Ryan put the box on top of the mailbox and told Chaz the mailman would take care of it.. He then called me and told me to go get it before the mailman came. I then took all the items and packed them up in the attic..Chaz was none the wiser. Note: The picture on top is a special treat from Chaz to Santa
tall and 36 pounds. He well above the skill level of a five year old, closer to six as Dr Swindle says and is one of the most imaginative kids I have ever known.
He just had to had some "rubrub" aka hand sanitizer.
Then it was time for shots. I dreaded this more than ever. I literally thought and sweated about it for weeks. I mean it had been WELL over a year since he had shots and this time he really knew what was going on. I was worried he would think we were trying to hurt him. Ugh, the mommy guilt!!!!
So what did I do? Same thing I do every time, I made his daddy sit with him while he got his shots. I sat in mommy-guilt-world on the other side of the room. He watched the entire thing. Wow! He then crawled off his daddy's lap, with BIG tears welled up in his eyes, and came across the room to me "Momma, that really, really hurt" Break.my.heart. I told him it would all be ok and then he was fine. Whew! Glad that is over. Yes, it hurt me more than it hurt him. I firmly believe that ;)
One morning while we were chillin' in bed Chaz decided he wanted to take pictures of Dane with my phone. Why not? And he is a pretty good aim!
One afternoon Ryan came up to my work to get something out of my car and he had to show a house in Bentonville at 530 so I was on pick-up duty. About 5pm Ryan called and said "Ummmm, I still have your car keys..and I am in Bentonville." Ugh. I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I was at work, with no keys to my car and had two kiddos that had to be picked up in less than an hour.. Oh and Ryan had my cell phone to boot. Really? This isn't really happening.
My sweet coworker offered to take me to my house (WAY across town) to get an extra set of keys, good plan right? Not really as you will soon find out. We got keys and managed to get back to my office around 6 (Yes, this is when the kids have to be picked up from school. I called and told them I was going to be late) I thought "oh no biggy, I will just hop in the car and be there in 10 minutes." I hit the button to unlock my car......ALARM! What?? Really?? Yes, the alarm kept going off and wouldn't stop. I was not going to be driving my car anytime soon.
Luckily, Sarah stuck around to make sure my keys works and she decided to take me to the kids school. At least I would have them as I waiting for rescue :) I called my Mother-in-law on the way and she met me at the school. She has a car seat for the older grandchildren in her car and Dane's is adaptable without a base. WE WERE SAVED!! Did I mention that it was almost 635 by the time we got to school. I heart the people who take care of my kids. They were more worried about us than anything! My Mother-in-law was also sweet enough to stop and get a slushy and a Happy Meal for Chaz. At this point I didn't care about nutritional value at all!
Oh and as I was going to pick Chaz up from school Ryan called and added this little bit of info to the already stressful situation "So Chaz fell on his face and has an incident report.." Translation of and incident report is: something happened at school and there is a bruise, blood or something else wrong with your child. Nothing required a doctor. I got there and this is what I found. forehead scrapped and bruised, nose scrapped to crappo and small other scrapes on his face. Ugh. What a day!
Then the next weekend we decided to get every toy, bring it upstairs and go through everything. We rematched up every toy, donated some things and tossed all the broken toys.
During the process...
HAPPY JANUARY RANDOMNESS!!!