Both of my kids are sick. It started out with the little one and a chest cough that makes him sound like Mickey Rourke the morning after a particularly difficult night out. I kept him out of preschool on Tuesday because I felt bad.
This was particularly magnanimous of me since I should probably admit that a very large part of me just wanted to send him to school. He only goes to preschool twice a week. Keeping him home means that my already slim me time gets cut in half. He was chipper enough, with no fever. But bless his heart, he was sick. We walked past his class to drop of his brother and Nathan's teacher was surprised I was taking him back home. Surprised but clearly pleased with my good mothering. And pleasing Nathan's veteran preschool teacher is no small feat.
I remember how I used to feel about those snotty-nosed kids I saw out in public before I had kids. How dare those mothers take those poor children out when they were clearly ill. It only took me about 20 seconds of motherhood to realize that it is possible to be stuck in your house for a good six months in winter if you are waiting for a day when your child's nose isn't running like a faucet. Schools have those fever/green snot/diarrhea rules for a reason. Anything less and the schools would be empty.
My first born woke up this morning with the same hacking cough. Today wasn't a school day so I had no moral dilemma. Nathan spent the entire day hacking up a lung and jumping off the top of the futon couch while his brother asked me to make him a "comfy fire in the fireplace" and snuggle him on the couch. Somehow I think I'll be dropping off one and bringing the other home with me again tomorrow. That "me" time? It's only a matter of time before they are grown up and I'm wondering where the time went. I'll just keep telling myself that.
OK, let me off the hook. Share that one time in your memory that you just may have taken that slightly sick baby out or dropped that slightly too snotty preschooler at school because Mama just needed a break. We have these awesome snuggle-able Grover and Elmo (along with stickers and other good stuff) to send to two lucky people who leave comments. And don't forget that leaving a comment enters you into our kicking grand prize drawing for a Graco SweetPeace or an HP Wireless Printer.
Oh. And our winners from yesterday? Jenny, Dana Fontaine, Susan F., Amber, Carrie, The Bearded Lady, Nancy, Leticia, Libby, and Ann get the SteveSongs CD! YAY!!! Thanks so much for sharing all your cheesy songs!
I've been leaving singing phone messages lately to supersisters who are feeling blue. Nothing sweet or dignified, I have to confess. No, I've been singing the cheesiest, most embarrassing ballads from the 70's and 80's. Barry Manilow, wherever you are right now, I still know every single word you ever sang by heart. Ditto, Air Supply. Lionel Richie, I really miss you.
My children have taken to shrugging their shoulders and returning to the latest episode of Judge Judy (Madeleine) or Sid the Science Guy (Carter). "I don't know what to tell you," Madeleine said to one of the neighborhood kids the other day. "She just starts singing into the phone for no reason."
Well, I have my reasons, and I don't mind spelling it out. We've had so many snow days and cancellations and national holidays and special occasions and teacher work days in the Washington DC area lately that school is starting to feel optional. The kids can't tell the weekdays from the weekends, and every mother I know is starting to lose it. To make matters worse, we're at that stage of winter where you start to forget there is any other season but winter. It seems unlikely that we will ever get out of the black hole of snow pants and layers and stray socks and piles of boots by the front door, and you can only eat so many pans of brownies and vats of yummy soup before you realize that you can't make winter go away by tripling your daily calorie intake.
This is why Barry Manilow is needed. This is why the phone singing is essential. Eating will not make winter go away, but singing will make it better. This much I know is true.
What cheesy old song on your answering machine would make you happy right now? Leave us a comment, any comment at all before 8PM tonight, and you'll be entered in today's Supersister's Valentine Giveaway--the latest greatest Steve Songs CD, the most delightful, refreshing, un-Barry Manilow-esque album ever. We have 10 to give away so lots of people will win today! And don't forget, anyone and everyone who comments on any post between now and Valentine's Day will be entered into a drawing to receive a very spiffy HP Photosmart Printer or the Graco SweetPeace.
Our winners of the awesome Word Girl tees from yesterday are...drum roll please... Nicola, Ann and Wife and Mommy!!!! Congrats!
"I had the best dream last night, I came outside to the backyard and there was a dog!" he said. You might guess this was one of my children, but no, it was my husband. The dog talk has been building the last few weeks but it came to a head after the dream. Everyone (well, everyone except me) was convinced it must be a sign.
Before I knew it, Jorge and the kids had talked me into going to look at a dog. My criteria- I would like a dog that watches television. Or maybe a dog like this one?
One facebook update later, the debate started. Get this breed, don't get this breed, or my favorite, "Are you crazy, you just had a baby?". The true blue pet lovers were all about it while all the mothers on my friends list said to wait awhile. It turns out we needed to fill out an application and the dog we were interested in wasn't there so we came home empty handed. So the dog debate continues.
This brings me to our Super Valentine's Giveaway for today. Does a medium sized, very mellow, kind of low maintenance, good with kids kind of dog exist? Do you think we should get a dog or not? Tell me your opinion in the comments to enter into our random drawing for your very own Wordgirl t-shirt.
Isn't it cute?
And remember that every day you comment, you are giving yourself another shot at the brand new HP Wireless Printer and the Graco SweetPeace grand prizes we will give away on Valentine's Day!!
Our winners of the awesome Sid the Science Kid Expert Sets from yesterday are...drum roll please... Jen and Bec!!!! Congrats!
Ethan has taken to questioning everyone's qualifications on everything lately. He has learned the word "expert" from one of his shows (I'm not pointing any fingers but I may be nodding in your direction, Martha Speaks. Or would that be Word Girl?). Either way, he wants to know exactly where you stand on all information you share with him.
Ethan: Mom.mom.mom. Did you know that Dad is an expert? He is an expert about using tools.
Yeah, Dad is an expert in a Tim, the Tool Man kinda way. OK, so he is pretty good with the tools but I don't think Bob Vela is calling him any time soon to stand in for him.
Ethan: Mom.mom.mom. You are an expert too.
K: What makes me an expert, Ethan?
Ethan: I don't know. But I know that me and Harrison are experts too.
K: You boys are experts of what?
Ethan: We're just experts.
I'm thinking they are both experts at negotiating favorable dinner choices, at negotiating later bed times and experts at asking questions--if expertise is measured by sheer volume of questions.
So now here is your question of the day. Share with us what kind of expert your child (or niece or nephew or grandchild or your even what kind of expert you were growing up) to enter into our random drawing for one of these great Sid the Science Kid Journal sets during our fabulous Valentine's Giveaway. Please don't tell Ethan that they exist because he'll be trying to figure out how to enter himself. I am not quite ready for him to be a computer expert just yet. And remember that every day you comment, you are giving yourself another shot at the brand new HP Wireless Printer and the Graco SweetPeace grand prizes we will give away on Valentine's Day!!