Wickedly Wacky Wednesday

.:: Loop de loop
Once again, I am here to inform you that we are crazy. All the occupants within the Nacoochee Nest, which includes myself, my husband and our two boys, are crazy. The wackiness of this post will only affirm we are riding on the crazy train. In all seriousness, we have gone bonkers after having spent way too many days with each other and no one else. True, Joe had a brief stint at boarding school (aka Grandma’s house), but within seconds of getting in the car with his younger brother, the bickering began as if the two had never been apart from one another. And, within two seconds of entering the Nacoochee Nest, the two were – again – whining about each other regarding this or that.

The whining. Oh my. The whining. All four of us are whining. It is insane. Insane, I tell you. We are loopy. We are crazy. We are nutty. And, we are doing our best to find sanity by doing a veritable plethora of things. For instance …

Concentration is key.

Using the following quotes, which are being uttered while partaking in a specific activity, see if you can name the activity:
“Come on!” “You made me do that!” “Darn it!” “Please be quiet!” “Stop it!” “Don’t laugh at me!” “I need a kleenex!” (Wait, the kleenex quote is because of the colds running rampant through our house. My apologies.) “Yes!” “200!” “Did you see that?”

If you guessed “playing video games” you are correct. Joe and Charlie pulled out our ‘old school’ video games. The video games are contained in a little gadget you connect to the television; five games packed in one little hand-held device. The games included are: Dig Dug, Pac Man, Galaxian, Rally X and Bosconian.

Oh! They got me!

Watching the boys become both excited and frustrated at the same time, brought back so many funny memories for me. Joe is jumping up when he makes a mistake, as well as jumping up when he gets a high score. He smiles and throws his head back when he dodges a car, and he smiles and throws his head back when he gets eaten or blown to bits. His mouth and his lips move, mirroring his hand on the joystick. And, I watch as his feet twitch and move along with the various things on the screen.

Q-Bert

Rob and I are laughing as we watch the boys take on the familiar poses we took on so many years ago. And, when Rob and I are at the helm of the joystick, Charlie asks “How come you know how to play this?” Rob laughs and says, “I used to get excited when I was babysitting and the kids went to bed.” I then add, “Yes, my friend Lindsey-loopner can tell you about my addiction to Ka-Boom! and Pitfall.” Of course, Rob and I are having the conversation with ourselves at this point, leaving Charlie looking confused.

Have I mentioned the whining? Yes, I believe I have. Lately, dinners have been a prime time for whining in our house. “What’s for supper?” It is a simple question; however, I know my answer to the simple question, at least when the vegetable is mentioned, will generate the following whined response, “I doon’t liiike [insert food here].”

So, last night, when the nightly question was asked by Charlie, I said, “Well, I’d tell you. But, you won’t like it, and I don’t want to hear you whine or cry.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes you will.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I think you’ll cry.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“Green beans.”

Wordless and whineless, he looks down, smiles and walks away.

Me and Chuck-chuck

Yes, the past two weeks have been crazy at our house. As the sickness begins to lift, the humor is starting to stream in more readily. I am optimistic that we will be healthy by the new year. We’ll go into the new year as crazy as we are today, but our craziness adds to our character. And, we done got a ton of character!

Now, please say a prayer for my friend, Carol. I am meeting her for dinner tonight. This will be my first interaction with the outside world in weeks, and I’m twitching with excitement. God help her.

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Distracted by doughnuts

So, have you ever eaten something so delicious it caused you to sing out in excitement? A friend of mine would sing out with a loud ‘Aaaaaah’ whenever she was – well, let’s just leave it as my friend would sing out whenever she was excited about this or that.

This morning, while I was driving to work, I sang out. Loudly. I was the only person in the car at the time, though I don’t know if that makes my sudden outburst more acceptable or not.

Included in one of the boxes: lemon meringue and strawberry bismark (w/fresh sliced strawberries) doughnuts.

Why the sudden outburst of “Aaaaaaah!”? Because I was stopping by Dutch Monkey Doughnuts to pick up a few, well, doughnuts. When I walked into Dutch Monkey, the desire to burst out in song was great; however, I was able to maintain my composure.

I walked out of the doughnut bakery with a dozen freshly baked doughnuts. And again, when I was alone in the car, I raised my voice to the angels. Crazy, eh? Crazy good, I’m telling you!

My boss and I enjoyed both of the strawberry bismark doughnuts, with fresh sliced strawberries. And honestly, the bismark was so good, I wanted to stop by on the way home to get two more. ‘Tis the season to be gluttonous, right? Alas, I did not go back and get more doughnuts. I think a dozen is plenty.

Here’s the thing, my post today was going to be about parenthood. And yet, the goodness of Dutch Monkey overcame me. Overcame me. So, I had to share.

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Our 5yr old is sick. He has had a fever since late Sunday night/early Monday morning. With the fever keeping Joe ‘down’, he has been more willing to cuddle with me. And, I have done my very best to milk his fever for all it is worth – with regards to cuddling, I mean.

Unhappy boy with his exhausted parents.

Yesterday, I was going through old pictures of Joe, with the intent of finding one particular one taken when he was a newborn.  As newbie parents to a baby that liked to cry, Rob and I were exhausted. The picture conveyed the story clearly, and I think it would have made for an excellent Christmas card enclosure. That is, if Joe was born in December. However, he was born in January,  and by the time his first Christmas came ’round, we were seasoned parents and I was pregnant with our second baby.

Because Joe is sick and I had the baby picture on my mind, I am reflecting back on my boys being babies. I remember when I was able to sit on the couch with them for hours, cuddling and napping. And, while I’m not looking to raise another newborn, I do enjoy recalling some of the memories of early parenthood.

Joe and his dog, Cherokee

In my search for the exhausted picture, I found another picture of newborn Joe. Looking more closely at the second picture, I noticed our dog, Cherokee. I think Cherokee liked the babies, too. Actually, Cherokee still loves the boys, especially when the boys are eating.

As I type, Joe is sitting next to me. If he were feeling 100%, Joe would be outside, coloring, building with blocks, playing with his train, etc. But, while feeling under the weather, sitting with Mom works for him. And, Joe sitting with Mom works for me, too! Maybe Joe would like to have a doughnut with me. I have plenty to share. Oh look! Here comes Cherokee.

Viewing Friday From Bed

:: One, two, three “Aaaaaaw”
Being the youngest of six kids, I had my fair share of sibling abuse. Rest assured, I also gave out a fair share of sibling abuse. Sibling sympathy was not readily shared, when we were kids. Even now, we tend to joke more about misery than offer sympathy.

So, having spent the past 24hrs in bed and finding out I have the flu – I can see and hear my siblings gathering around the table offering up a pity party for me. “On the count of three, everyone. One. Two. Three. Aaaaaaaaw!”

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Sick with the flu, cuz I skipped the shot
Fumbling with blankets cuz I’m cold – no hot.

Bored in my bed, little energy to spare –
Looking nowhere in a zombie-like stare.

Tomorrow will be more of the same –
And not being vaccinated is to blame.

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:: The Great Outdoors – Inside
The house is a mess. A mess. I am behind on vacuuming, dusting and cleaning bathrooms. The dogs come in and out of the house so much, we have pine straw and sticks throughout the house. Sometimes, in an attempt to make it seem OK, I close my eyes and visualize a campsite. I tell myself we’ve simply brought the campsite indoors. S’mores anyone?

This morning, after Rob left to run an errand, I wobbled out to the kitchen to get some yogurt. As I passed by one of the bedrooms, I noticed the toys had been put away. I looked more closely at the floor  . . . he vacuumed! Rob vacuumed the entire house! I’m guessing he did it while I was at the doctor. In any case, we are back to living indoors! Good thing, too – I think it is suppose to rain.

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:: Conversation in the Car
Charlie: I want to go in outer space.
Me: You can be an astronaut when you grow up.
Charlie: No, I want to be a doctor.
Me: Oh. Well, that’s good, too.
Joe: Charlie, doctors get sick. And, they get shots, too.
*pause*
Charlie: I want to be an astronaut.

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:: Buzz, Buzz
With the all the respect in the world I want to tell you – Rob makes for one fine “House husband”. I am out-of-pocket two nights a week, which means Rob has to get the kids up and off to school two mornings a week. As a result, he’s had to adjust his work schedule. And now that I am sick, his task list has gotten longer. In addition to a larger task list, he is noticing some annoyances that I have complained about in the past.

I am literally staying separated from the family, in hopes they don’t get the flu. Last night, I was using the intercom on our phone and buzzing for Rob when I needed him. Later that night, he said, “Those intercoms are really annoying.” I had to laugh, because prior to yesterday, I hadn’t used the intercom – Rob had! He used it fairly frequently, and I hated it. He also buzzes me via a walk-talkie we have. Grates on my nerves! But, thanks to me being out-of-pocket, Rob has a greater appreciation for the annoying things in life!

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Be kind, and take care of yourself and each other!