Monday, December 13, 2010

Practicing the Parade Wave

Chuy's puts on a parade every year

Children giving to Giving to children it's called

The kids coming to watch bring toys with them and at the designated time they swarm the parade vehicles handing over the toys that will ultimately be delivered to families in need by Blue Santa

Hero Husband's fire truck is downtown and they were tapped with a few others to participate in the parade.

15 years he has been in the fire department and I have never gotten to ride in a fire engine

until now

seriously I think I was more excited than the kids.

We got up early and waited in line for the organizers to get everyone in their places

time to kill we socialized for a while

There were still a few days left in Movember

He has since shaved



We watched the Wells Fargo people finish attaching the horses to harness

Super Son and Miss Thing were amazed that people used to ride inside them for days at a time taking trips around the country




We had lots of time to wait and the kids climbed like ants on a hill all over the fire engine






The pipes and drums arrived and practiced






Anticipating sitting inside the cab of the engine with 5 children for an hour it seemed like a good idea to have the kids work out the wiggles. 

The streets were all closed

"Hey kids, run to the police man at the end of the street give him a high 5 and run back"




The cop didn't know they were coming, but after the first surprise he gave them all a high 5



Miss Thing, social butterfly that she is, decided to stop and chat coaxing some stickers out of the unsuspecting officer

Sucker



and then hoofed it back to us

Of course Super Son couldn't resist a chance to strike a pose



I reminded him that he is welcome to sit in the front seat, but never in the back.

He didn't get it, but smiled.  He thinks I'm weird



Then it was our turn to line up and Miss Thing got the seat of honor with her Dad



I was in the back with the kids

They waved and




wished Merry Christmas.

I get the feeling that we weren't actually heard



It had something to do with the whoop whoop and the whining of the siren I'm sure



  And so I got to ride in a fire engine for the first time.

It was awesome

and loud


and the Christmas gift I hadn't even thought to ask for.

Merry Merry

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Czech a.k.a. This one is for you Betty

On our way home from Dallas after Thanksgiving we stopped in West




We kinda love them

alot

and invite them to move in with us

and call them family forever

and plan on going to see them in Prague as soon as my wee ones can ride on a plane for that long without making me want to poke my own eyes out

and West is

"Czech Heritage Capital of Texas" 

and of course is the

"...home of the official Kolache of the Texas Legislature" 

The snacks at the Czech stop are so tasty it was really hard to stop there while my stomach was still insisting it would never allow me to eat again

but some things are important enough to suffer for

things like jalapeno cheese bread and kolaches




We looked like fools snapping pictures of every sign we could find in Czech




knowing that Betty would love it and laugh at us





all the while we continued saying the only phrase in Czech to each other that we could remember at the time

"Dobrou Noc"

It was 8 am

Betty is finding this funny right about now








So this one is for you Betty

We love you

Dobrou Noc


Thanksgiving

My children possess a strange ability to fall ill at every school holiday. 

This is partially due, I am sure, to their genetic inheritance on my side of the family for major tragedy or malady to strike in and around Thanksgiving each year.  

This year was no different.

Just before midnight on Monday I awoke to hear retching and awful splatting sounds in the hallway upstairs.  Hero Husband was there already directing the wee one responsible for said retching toward any vessel appropriate for containing the yech.  

This was only moderately successful.

Hair holding,  back patting and tooth brushing all done it was realized that this unfortunate interlude was actually caused by the wee one to whom I had begun to turn my stink eye.  

Miss Thing decided that drinking her Berry Blast Listerine mouthwash sounded like a good idea in the middle of the night when she woke up for a potty break. 

Apparently drinking large quantities of fluoride will make you barf.

Berry Blast Listerine = Pink barf

We cleaned up the hallway and carpet, removed the mouthwash from her bathroom and  scolded her, but only briefly.  Seriously I think the tossing of the cookies had sufficiently taught the lesson better than I could.  

Drama done for the night I got on the phone with poison control just to be sure there wasn't anything more we needed to do and we all went to bed.  

Sleep is an elusive thing when listening to your child moan, toss and lament her horrible choice.  I imagine it was something similar to what her college roommate will listen to at least once 26 years from now when I allow her to move out and have a social life.   

Restless night done we all were up and getting ready for our day when Miss Thing complains again.  

"Mama my tummy huuurrrrtttts."

"I bet you won't drink mouthwash again will you."

"uuunnnggghhhh" she replied

and then barfed on my kitchen floor

When I picked her up she was running a fever.  I'm pretty adept at diagnosing lots of things, including leprosy, but I wasn't entirely sure that fluoride ingestion wouldn't lead to a fever of some sort so I called the pediatrician for confirmation. 

Alas, it appears that the mouthwash induced ralphing of the night before was only the prelude.  Feverish and feeling puny she crawled into my bed with a strategically placed trashcan and went to sleep.  

Until the school nurse called.

Super Son was feeling pretty puny and while not running a fever had gone to the nurses office twice already and foregone his lunch.  Altruistic Mom that I am decided to pick him up.  His sister was sick and while he might be playing it up, the chance that he had been exposed to whatever virulent plague Miss Thing had contracted was present enough to do my part and spare the other 20 families in his 3rd grade class if I could.  I'm a giver didn't you know. 

So at this point Miss Thing hasn't thrown up in 6 hours, Super Son is only feeling bad and I am thinking that I might as well get started on my baking for the holiday.

I only needed 3 things.  
It would just take me a few minutes to pop into the market and grab them.  

Both kids unloaded and standing on the little grassy island waiting as I grabbed my canvas grocery bag (giver remember) when Miss Thing proceeds with the tossing of her cookies yet again.  Super Son feeling extremely sympathetic to his sister does the same. 

In the parking lot. 

At Randalls.

Oy 

Of course everyone knows how much better you feel after unburdening your stomach so with some baby wipes and rinsing of mouths we managed to grab what we came for and return home without further incident.

Sick kids piled into my bed with a movie...I baked

pecan pie, key lime pie, Nantucket cranberry pie, cinnamon rolls


I cooked

cream cheese stuffed jalapenos, whiskey cranberry relish

The next morning they were both feeling much better and aside from not being very hungry (except for Uncle M's cupcake stash) they were back to their regular shenanigans and we made it to Dallas. 




Thanksgiving morning I baked up and iced my cinnamon rolls.





My day could have been done there but then I wouldn't have gotten to sit at this beautiful table






and after these handsome men cooked some stuff to go with my pies




It seemed a shame to waste





My jeans resented it, but I couldn't say no




Then everybody found a comfy place to relax and watch the football games.

The Aggies won.  Whoop



And after we got back home we went to the Christmas tree farm where we have cut down our tree for the last 15 years.  

Super Son left Miss Thing behind in the play maze.

She had some trouble finding her way out.  



I watched her go back and forth, being tall enough to see her passing the spot where she needed to turn.    

"Mama" she called "come and get me"

and I did.

All kinds of metaphors there.  I dare say I thought of them all and smiled.  She can yack on me and still know that I will always come find her in the maze when she can't find her way.

The joys of motherhood

and I remain Thankfully Yours

Shannon

Friday, December 10, 2010

A camping we will go

Beautiful weather + spontaneous husband = impromptu camping trip at Inks Lake

The State Park has a playground

Super Son decided that this was a good opportunity to hunt for whatever it is that 8 year old boys hunt for



Miss Thing and I chased squirrels

She barked at them

I laughed at her





The campers who used our site last left us a little welcome






It was really quite sweet of them

There was a family with two little girls at the next campsite over and two cousins camping on the other side of the little creek with their grandparents

Kid campground games took over until one of the little boys took it upon himself to throw a rock at Miss Thing causing her big toe to resemble a cocktail sausage

Hero Husband lived up to his name, rescued her and while I didn't witness it I hear he provided the boy with an appropriate tongue lashing

We ate dump cake from the dutch oven and slept well

The next morning with Miss Thing sufficiently recovered we walked down to the lake


On our way home we stopped at the scenic overlook

It was quite scenic

Keeping with a firmly established tradition I decided that it was such a beautiful place and we had such a great time that we should look into renting a place during the summer or buying one of our own

I've always wanted to have a summer house



Alas it was too pricey and we will just have to be happy camping