Presidents for Christmas?

Jacob: Mommy, will we get any presidents for Christmas?
Mommy: No, but you will get a present or two.
Jacob: So, we'll get presidents?
Mommy: No, but you'll get presents.
Jacob (getting distressed): Why won't we get any presidents for Christmas? We won't get any toys?
Mommy: Jacob, do you know who George W. Bush is?
Jacob: The president.
Mommy: Right. George Bush is the president. You'll get a gift or two for Christmas.
Jacob: What's a gift?
Mommy: A present.
Jacob: So George W. Bush is going to bring me a president for Christmas?
Mommy (sighing): No, I think he's busy. But you will get a president or two for Christmas.
Jacob (with a big smile): Okay, good.

The Blizzard of 2006

That's what the newscasters and weathermen are calling the snowstorm we had yesterday. Of course, they were calling this snowstorm the blizzard of 2006 before it even started snowing. They were right (for once).

We ended up with 12 inches of snow at our home, with drifts higher than that. Our power went out for about 8 hours yesterday, and Craig came home from work early. The boys played in the blizzard for around 4 hours...sledding, building a fort, pelting each other with snowballs, and then they went out front so they could shovel the drive (for fun, might I add). We had the heat from our gas fireplace, so we were able to keep warm. Craig & I were able to sit on the couch (together, and without boys crawling on us) and read (for pleasure) without feeling the pressure of life calling us to do something else. It was peaceful and we were both disappointed when the power came back on and the whir of life started calling our names again.

Call Me. Head wound. Not sure how bad.

Now there's a page that no one likes to send or receive. But it's exactly what Craig received this afternoon. I felt bad sending it, but I thought there was a pretty good chance he'd need to come home so one of us could take Micah to the doctor.

Of course, Craig wasn't here to open the sliding door because Luke was pounding on it and yelling "Jacob hit Micah on the head and he's bleeding!". Or to have Micah appear from behind Luke with blood running down his forehead, screaming. And he wasn't here to figure out that Jacob hit Micah in the head with a metal tool, or to sort through the mop of red-stained hair to locate the wound.

Thankfully, I think Micah's going to escape stitches.

Logic 101?

A conversation at the lunch table:

Ezekiel: Wouldn't it be funny if we told Golem he could have the Ring for $1?
Luke: Yeah.
Ezekiel: He doesn't have any money!

Enter Mommy into the conversation...

Mommy: How do you know he doesn't have any money?
Ezekiel (laughing hysterically): Because he'd have to keep it in his underwear!

I tried not to say it, I really did.

We've had a stomach bug going around our house. Micah had this a week ago Saturday. Since then, whenever I've told him to do something, he responds "I siiiiiiicccccckkkkk" (must be said in a whiney voice). I've refrained from saying "You are NOT sick, now do [insert activity here]", just in case he was still feeling poorly.

We had small group at our home last night, and when the boys got home I fed them a late dinner. I gave Micah his dinner (a hot dog-his choice) and he responded with "I siiiiiiicccccckkkkkk" (remember: whiney voice). I finally said "You are NOT sick, now eat your hot dog, it's almost bed time".

He refused, and as I was putting him to bed he vomited all over the bedroom floor.

This brings the score to:
Boys: 4376
Mommy: 28

My First Post

Well, I've done it. I've joined the ranks of the bloggers. I hope to use this space to keep our family updated on our daily adventures as we raise and homeschool our five boys. We'll see...