Thursday, April 19, 2018

Stuff and nonsense

Breaking news:  Dorothy is addicted to Lucky Charms, but only the marshmallows.
 You guys know I am in love with Aldi, right?  Well I think I found my favorite product yet-- this 25ft coloring roll for $2!  (This is Cooper;s-- Dorothy got a Barbie one because gender stereotypes are our jam).
 Luciana had a birthday party and only invited her closest friends.
 And then none of those bitches ate their M&Ms.
 Beatrix tried SO HARD to get this cookie that was strategically juuuuuust out of her reach.
And then she took to her bed for the rest of the day #soulmates
Dorothy in her Sunday best.


Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Siiiick week

Last Sunday (the 8th), Dorothy threw up in the middle of the night.  We were not shocked because 2 kids were absent from her preschool class on the previous Friday with a stomach bug, and she only puked once and then just sort of laid around for a couple of days without much of an appetite.  It was NBD.

But then on Monday, Harry started having chest pains and felt crappy, too.  He didn't ever throw up, but he did have to go to the cardiologist for an echo and a check up (he's OK-- he caught it before fluid could accumulate, but he's on a ton of ibuprofen to reduce inflammation and will keep taking it until he has been chest pain-free for 24 hours... still waiting). 
 We sort of limped along last week, having ice cream
 and checking out new libraries.
 We surprised Jack with an early birthday present of autograph tickets to the Packers Tailgate Tour and a new football for them to sign.
 I took lots of selfies.  It was a pretty normal week.
 Dorothy, and Cooper, and Jack and I took advantage of Dorothy feeling better and elementary school early release to go to a new automated McDonalds (look, it doesn't have to be like this.  We do not have to assume that robots should just take all of the jobs) and hit up the zoo.
As usual when we round the bend where the seals used to be (now there are porcupines in there and no water, duh), we reminisced about the old rhino who died of being 44 (suuuper old for rhino in captivity) a couple years ago because rhinos are my very favorite.

And then Cooper said, "I wish they'd move the dead rhino out of the pen," and Dorothy said, "Yes, I see the dead rhino over there."

And Jack and I were like who the what now?

And then we saw him!  A brand new LIVE rhino!

(He moved in in May, but we haven't been to the zoo in awhile and now that Trump is president I don't/can't watch the news anymore, so I miss whatever The Atlantic doesn't tell me, and they didn't tell me about Harmon!)
 Dorothy rode on the giraffe on the carousel instead of sitting on the bench the bench, a huge upgrade for her, and she was, she told me, only a little scared.
 Then the kids rode the zoo train without me, which was MAGICAL.


 We followed up our trip with some Orange Leaf, and I dropped my change in my yogurt and almost ate a penny, which struck Cooper as HILARIOUS.
 We went to the library to pick up some books on hold, and Cooper told me he had a headache and then he just went down-- totally sick and miserable for the next 24 hours. He never puked, but he complained of a stomach ache, headache, and body aches and never left his pillow except to climb in bed with me and kick the shit out of me until I woke up totally sick and nauseous at 4 am.
 Then, the next day, I was OUT, too.  Vomiting, fever, body aches, restless legs, horrible headache.  I spent the entire day in bed and couldn't even read a book-- that's how shitty I felt.  Holding a book and turning the pages was way too much for me.  I watched The Office on Netflix and moaned and after like 14 hours could stomach a popsicle.
 I woke up the next day feeling about 80% and planned to have some tea and toast and take it a thousand percent easy, but then I saw this:
 So, since it was a Saturday and all the kids were home and Ben was wiped out, I got my shit as together as I could, and we had a really fun day, actually.

Starting with a mini-mani.
 Dorothy had a birthday party at a trampoline park, so I dropped her off and then paid for Harry, Jack, and Cooper to bounce for a couple of hours. I read a book.  It was nice.  Except the book is horrifying.
 The boys were just hanging around.



 Then Jack had a birthday party, so I dropped him off and took everyone else for pancakes.
 We went to Super Target and Aldi, picked Jack up, hit the video store, and went to yet another library where Dorothy's class art project was on display. (And this whole time the groceries were just in the trunk because it was only like 20 degrees!  In April!  Bonus!)
 (Moments before I snapped this, Harry was playing with this toy like a kid-- it was so cute)
 Then we trolled the mall for a little while, and Jack picked out this outfit to wear on his birthday, but it's snowing, so no dice.
 On the way home around 6, we called for some pizzas and had a perfect little movie night.
Basically, I am THE BEST WIFE EVER keeping the kids out of the house for 8 hours so Ben could die from the world's worst virus.  He felt OK on Sunday, and we soldiered through Jack's birthday on Monday even though neither of us had the energy for Dave and Busters.  Sigh.

Jack is the last man standing, so I expect projectile vomiting any second now.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Another great birthday in the books

Because when you are 10 you are totally grown up, Jack made his very own birthday treats.
And they were AMAZING.

 But!  He still let me make his birthday cake
 YES PLEASE.
 I applied my Pinterest-worthy wrapping skills to his birthday presents. NO, it's totally NOT a whiffle ball bat that his brothers picked out. Shut up.
 We decorated as soon as the kids went to bed, happy that they were all excited about "Jack;s breakfast birthday party" as they called it.
 Clearly, we were a little excited, too.
How could we not be?  Jack;s the best.  he texted me yesterday when I was at work, and I noticed that the entire text string is filled with the exact text he sent last night (I love you so much) or with audio recordings of the same thing.  Then he texted Ben and me on the same thread and named our group "Awesome Team."
 This tablecloth!  Is seriously the best thing I have ever bought at Target.  It's made it through 2 birthdays!
 One more shot of the whole festive little scene (also as I write this, there are withering balloons all over the damn house, bah humbug).
 We sprang into action at the stroke of 6:35 because Harry needs to go to school at 7.  So as soon as Jack came up the stairs, I ambushed him with a flaming cheesecake.
 Then everyone donned their party hats immediatey
 And Jack got down to business.

He loved everything, including these video game (say that in your best Hank Hill voice) from my parents
 And his little Shutterfly book
 Dorothy, Cooper, and Harry insisted on getting him Jumanji, and the little kids could not believe I said yes because they are pretty sure a pack of wild animals in going to appear when they play it.
 Breakfast party!!
 The brand new 10-year-old
 Dorothy, as you can and will see, was a bit of a photo hog.
After everyone went to school, I ran around like a crazy person putting project lunch into effect.  I had to go to Whole Foods for mac and cheese croquettes, as well as our local chain grocery store for the pasta salad Jack loves.  I also had to make a Trolls-shaped sandwich for Dorothy who goes out of her mind with jealousy on birthdays and clean up the house, which was a total disaster and finish unboxing Jack's toys so he could play during his lunch break.

Because the world's sweetest 10-year-old wanted to come home and have lunch on his bday-- HOW SWEET IS THAT?

And the MVP table cloth kept Dorothy happy
 So Jack could play a little NHL '18
 She ate a lot of washable pain, I am pretty sure, but her appetite was really improved by a mid-lunch walk across the street to take her bother back to school.  We should do that everyday
 For dinner, the birthday kid wanted Buffalo Wild Wings, which was perfect since there is one right by my office, and I had a late meeting.  Ben and the kids met me there, and the everyone played with tablets while the birthday kid got the wings he wanted.  PERFECT.

 Cooper complained of being hungry the whole time but refused all appetizers and then when his food came?  WAS READY TO GO.  He is the most fun ever.
 After dinner, we surprised the kids with  a trip to the BRAND!  NEW! Dave and Busters.  They totally loved it.
 Espeically him
 Dorothy got a rubber duck out of a grabber machine.  THANK GOD.
 We spent a lot of time at this machine, so I took a picture of myself to commemorate.
 Cooper got one, too.  PHEW.
They looooooooved it.
 What a great birthday!