Our house has been germ mania. Last week I was channeling night of the living dead. Fortunately, I awoke to a new found zest for the living.... I can smell! I can breath! My lungs don't ache, and my eyes don't burn! Thank goodness for drugs and sleep! The infestation of germs has held my family captive for 3 weeks now...each week someone else falls victim. Looks like this week my 7 year old has been targeted. Poor little dude! It's like "spin the bottle" at my house, only instead of a kiss you get smacked with strep, mono or influenza! Anybody want to play with us??? No?! Well, in lieu of dwelling in the house of the sick, we have kept our spirits high. They do say laughter is the best medicine....good thing my dudes keep me laughing!
* our 7yo came running upstairs very excited with something to tell us. Obviously it was important because in his hurry to impart us with some knowledge he neglected to dry himself off from the shower. His jammies were pasted to his body and water was running down his skin. "I know how many hours are in a week! 208!!" Daddy and I quickly did the math in our heads (because who really knows that kind of information...and it's 168 for all of you doing the math right now) and delivered our dude the sad news that, "No, buddy, that isn't right." He slammed his little hands on his sides frustrated with us and said, "But I did the math in the shower!" I can definitely say that I have NEVER done math in my shower!
* During some family TV time we saw an advertisement for "Black Swan". The boys wanted to know how ballerinas "walked" (yes, I know it's actually dancing....but we are dealing with 4 little boys here!) on their tippy toes like that. Our 12yo in all of his middle school wisdom decides he will explain it to his inferior little brothers and states that "they have magic shoes". Sorry buddy.....maybe you need to leave these questions for mom and dad.
* while our 12yo was home from school with his bout with our germs, our 4yo seemed quite concerned. He rubbed his big brother's head and in his sweet voice said, "I hope you feel better yesterday, Ty-guy". Me too, buddy. Me too.
* My boys' new favorite movie (read: we watch it every...single...day) is "Over the Hedge". An oldie but a goody. At the end of the movie all kinds of crazy is going on with the lady swinging around a weed-whacker and the man flailing some kind of electric shock tool at the wild animals. Our 4yo, who has some hearing issues and basically lives in his own little world, starts giggling and yells, "don't touch the weenie whacker (which is what my boys refer to their penises as) or the zip-zapper!" It may be his own view on the world....but I tend to agree!
* We were playing a family game of Zingo and every one of us needed the same tile. Ty (12 yo) grabbed it before everybody which frustrated TJ (4yo). He glared at his big "drudder", "I needed that damn piece!". I may or may not be guilty of introducing the usage of that word.
You know what they say, "a family that laughs together, stays together". Or is that "the family that's sick together, sticks together"? Not sure...either way, I think they are keepers!!