Having three boys, we have no shortage of boy parts stories. When Caleb was potty training, he was found crying one day and asked when I was going to die. I told him not for a very long time and asked why. He was so terribly concerned that I was going to explode because if I didn't have a P@#*, I could not go pee and would explode. Trever is still not sure that life is very fair. He thinks that if girls aren't lucky enough to be born with one, then they definately should be able to grow one when they get bigger. But our latest and greatest story is that of the pocket.
Joseph was having alot of trouble getting his underware on the right way. I tried and tried to show him the tag goes in the back. He was getting a sore bum because of the constant wedgie he had when his tighty whitys were on backwards, so I finally showed him the pocket in the front. I opened it up and he even put his had through it. Then he asked why he needed a pocket in his underware. I told him that he could use it when he is older. Of Course... Trever was very kind in his big brother duties to show him what the pocket is used for. Next thing I know Joseph comes running out of the bathroom with his "unit" poking out of the pocket in all kinds of pride and joy. He then wanted to show every visitor we had for the next few days his new "pocket". I do apologize to any of you who had the pleasure. You just never know what may greet you when you come to our house.
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In other news today, The permanancy hearing for Annie was today. DCFS was requesting that there be no more reunification, and that we move forward with a hearing to terminate parental rights. That was granted. The case goes back to court in Dec. We are hopeful that by the new year Annie will be leagally free, and we will proceed with the adoption. Thank you for all the prayers. Keep sending them. I feel bad for her birth parents, but they truely are not capable of taking care of her.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The Marble
I started this blog as a way to keep a kind of journal about the boys. In that interrest I must tell a few stories that have stood out in the last few months. This one is about the Marble.
The marble in question is (or should I say was) one of those Magnetix marbles. It is slightly heaver than a regular marble, maybe fractionaly bigger, and of course magnetic. Well, no matter how many times you tell your children not to put certain objects in their mouths, some lessons have to be learned the hard way. Joseph swallowed it. He was pretty sure he was going to throw up, or choke, or die. We are pleased to say that he did none of these things.
I called my mother just to make sure my intended course of action(wait and it will come out the other end) was the right one to take. My sister ( I shall not name names) was very worried for Joseph and thought I should take him to the ER, so that his organs would not be pulled out of order or worse by the magnet. I did not see her perticular worry as terribly truthful, so I waited.
About four days later, this is what transpired. It is about bed time and several children have been taking baths. Each time I go into the bathroom I find poo in the toilet that no one claims. I flush. After about the third flush, I complain rather loudly that my children are certainly smart enough to learn how to flush a toilet. It is starting to stink up the bathroom. Well, Joseph say,
"I tried to flush it, but the toilet is broken." So I flush again, and watch this time. It seems to go down, and all is well. Next time I turn around the same darn log is still there. It came back. WTH. I flush again..... and again. Then I peer very closely......... That darn shiny metal marble is poking out the side. Now most of us moms know that pennies, and marbles don't flush. I was very irritably contemplating how I was going to fish out the marble when Trever walks in, says ewwwww, I'll do it and flushes. It went. The boy has an air of authority over poo. I was saved. And Joseph is well, there were no excaped organs or anything. A fairly happy ending.
The marble in question is (or should I say was) one of those Magnetix marbles. It is slightly heaver than a regular marble, maybe fractionaly bigger, and of course magnetic. Well, no matter how many times you tell your children not to put certain objects in their mouths, some lessons have to be learned the hard way. Joseph swallowed it. He was pretty sure he was going to throw up, or choke, or die. We are pleased to say that he did none of these things.
I called my mother just to make sure my intended course of action(wait and it will come out the other end) was the right one to take. My sister ( I shall not name names) was very worried for Joseph and thought I should take him to the ER, so that his organs would not be pulled out of order or worse by the magnet. I did not see her perticular worry as terribly truthful, so I waited.
About four days later, this is what transpired. It is about bed time and several children have been taking baths. Each time I go into the bathroom I find poo in the toilet that no one claims. I flush. After about the third flush, I complain rather loudly that my children are certainly smart enough to learn how to flush a toilet. It is starting to stink up the bathroom. Well, Joseph say,
"I tried to flush it, but the toilet is broken." So I flush again, and watch this time. It seems to go down, and all is well. Next time I turn around the same darn log is still there. It came back. WTH. I flush again..... and again. Then I peer very closely......... That darn shiny metal marble is poking out the side. Now most of us moms know that pennies, and marbles don't flush. I was very irritably contemplating how I was going to fish out the marble when Trever walks in, says ewwwww, I'll do it and flushes. It went. The boy has an air of authority over poo. I was saved. And Joseph is well, there were no excaped organs or anything. A fairly happy ending.
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