No it's from FLOWERS

So we're eating some "daddy and mommy" aka Greek yogurt for breakfast b/c I'm too tired to argue the the yellow and pink flavored overpriced kids crap yogurt would be better. :)  So Smalls asks what's it's made of.  I said it's made from milk.  easy. simple.  1/2 of a cup of coffee's worth of right.  he says...
nooooooooooo........it's made from FLOWERS!  see - right here - there's a picture of a flower (think of flower as the way Flower says it in Bambi) so it's made from flowers. 


Thanks kid.  if only everything could be explained that easily. :)

i went upstairs to put clean clothes on this morning so I could take the howler monkeys to BnN storytime. I ran down and threw them in the van and off we went. I get the through the rain and into the bookstore and look at Squishy and the whole one side of his face is rugburned. yeah - while I was upstairs for 3 friggin minutes (if that long) he and Smalls WWF'd the living room and Squish lost. WITH. HIS. FACE. No one cried though - so i count it as a parenting win.

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Roseola aka the disease you don't know the diagnosis of until it's over.

Yeah - Roseola. f- you.

Last Wednesday (and I'm writing this on Monday so you can see the suckage all through the internet) Smalls got a fever. It was 103.9. High? yes. Panic inducing? no. Dose him, call the doc, post it on Facebook. Listen to him whimper 100 times that "I no feel good mommy" That the correct order of things in 2011, right? :) My poor kids will never have any privacy. I've guaranteed that one.

So then squishy starts with the fever later in the day - he's only 1 so his version of "I no feel good mommy" is a high pitched velociraptor screech that is WORSE than nails on a chalkboard. I kid you not. You know how people say your own kid always sounds worse that it really is? Yeah not this kid - his velociraptor impression is legen-DARY. So that was fun. Thursday was more of the same, Smalls hovering between 103-104 and Squish between 102-103.

Then there was 4:32 am on Friday.....Smalls - 105.1! Now we're at panic mode - I call the 24 hour doctor line. The NP calls and b/c he's sooooo high and has a 1 year old brother with just a few immunizations it's ER time. $100 later? he has a mystery fever. um - f-ing duh. I've known that since Wednesday. IT's what my kids get....MYSTERY FEVER.

SO I call the ped at 10am b/c it just isn't sitting right with me. Smalls isn't moving - just laying there all pathetic and Squish isn't all that perky either - and they look like hell. Babies with black circles under their eyes is pathetic. Ped wants to see them both @ 1. woo! that's $20 more PER KID. So we go -see my tied for 1st NP and she is concerned. Way worth the $40 now b/c it's WAY MORE THAN THE ER DID FOR ME. They're throats are raw they look like hell they get a strep test that turns out negative.

Saturday - the fevers are gone as mysteriously as they show up.

Sunday - ding ding ding! we have rashes. It's f-ing Roseola.


The good news? Smalls is SO going to preschool today.

but Why?

So this morning over breakfast (that sounds fancy, huh?) Smalls starts talking about school. He had his THIRD day of preschool yesterday and so far all I know about is what their snack has been everyday. Apparently it really is his favorite part of school. (for those keeping track - preztels and yemonade, pupcakes (Math-a-yew's birthday) and yemonade, apples and YEP! yemonade)
So this morning he said the teacher told them it was circle time and they all had to sit on the floor. His response to the teacher...."but WHY?" at least he didn't say no, right?

The dancer

So Squishy is 11 months and change and stated walking over a month ago. Yeah - Smalls didn't walk until 15 months and we were super cool with that. It was awesome. He would be upstairs in his crib and we'd watch him practice but he'd never walk for us until he perfected it. He's kinda annoying like that.

Anyways....The Squish loves to dance....LOVES IT. But he doens't quite get how it's supposed to work. So he stands there sticks his arms slightly out at his side and bends his knees then bounces up and down with this shit-eating grin on his face. It's the funniest thing I've EVER seen. And I've seen alot of funny things...

da-da-da-dah dum-dum...the dog is dead

You may not think the title is funny - but this family is sick in the head and it's something my dad did to my mom years go when her fish died.....
Anyways. Once again bedtime with smalls - we're saying his "God Blesses" and he God blesses everyone under the sun including the dog. Then asks "where's Pooka" (our ancient white dog who we put down in DECEMBER). I said in heaven (for the 300th time) and Smalls wanted to know why she can't come back (also for the 300th time)....

really kid? I've explained it so many times in the last NINE months. i've got nothin' left to explain it.

So I said....da-da-da-dah DUM DUM and his response? "DOG IS DEAD!!!!" and laughed.


Yep - he's gonna be a serial killer. Thanks dad!