Can we get a new car?

Toddler: "Mom, can we get a new car? Because I want one that flies."

Me: "Ummm ..."

Toddler: "So we can have three cars, because I need one that flies. Let's go to the new car station now."

In My Mind

It's World Suicide Prevention Day (you should know, for the record, that I am NOT suicidal). It makes me sad that we have to have a day to acknowledge that this is a horrible thing we must stop. That to somebody, you are everything. It sucks that everyone can't see how important they are.

I am going through some crazy stuff right now and depression and suicidal thoughts are definitely something the doctors are watching me closely for (side effects of the medication - yeah, it's been fun). I've had to check out of my life this last week, which has been tough for all of us. But we'll survive. I am not going crazy. Depression lies. The panic attacks can be managed.

It's all worth it.

Today the bloggess posted this piece, and the picture on the right ... I can't stop looking at it. Click the link. I want to do that, is that weird?

And then the song.

"How strange to see that I don't wanna be the person that I want to be."

She speaks to me.

Also, I love her hair. I'm totally chopping mine off.

Hug someone today. Tell someone they are important. Be there, look around, notice the little things. Live in the moments, not the minutes. Because its all worth it.

Mom, I need to clean my thumbs

In the car on the way home from the grocery store ...

Toddler: "Mom, I need to clean my thumbs" as she holds them both up in that "thumbs up" sign.

Me: "Umm, okay. We can clean them as soon as we get home."

A few minutes later, as I am unbuckling her from the car seat, I look closer at her thumbs.

Me: "Are those buggers?"

Toddler: in her sassy, 'duh' voice, "Yeaaah"

Me: "Did you pick your nose with your thumbs?"

Toddler: "Mmm-hmm"

Me: "With your thumbs? Weird"

Toddler: "Well mom, we were in the car."

Me: "You have to pick your nose with your thumbs in the car?"

Toddler: "Duh"

And thus, the life of a mom.

Kidlet gems

Tween: "Mom, do we have anything we can pawn?"
Obviously we've been watching a lot of Pawn Stars, Auction Hunters and Storage Wars.

Toddler: "Moooom, I don't have to eat dinner! I'm just going to eat junk food and get fat."

Me: "What do you guys want for dinner?"
Tween after a lengthy list of ideas that I shot down: "How about drumsticks?"
Toddler in her exasperated, 'duh' voice: "Those are for playing Rockband."

Tween: "Hey, can we do this to our barbecue?"

Its on my bucket list to go to the shooting range and fire some guns, so there have been a lot of conversations recently about the various aspects of when and what kind of gun. During the Olympics, we were discussing the shooting competitions.

Me: "I'm really fascinated watching these events, I can't wait to shoot a gun."
Tween: "I want to shoot a bow and arrow."
Toddler: "I want to shoot an animal."
WTF?

Tik Tok

I can't stop watching this. And I'm not even a big Trekkie. Take a moment, please, and enjoy it with me.

What a week!

It's been a hell of a week. Full of emotional ups and downs, tears of joy and of pain ... I'm exhausted and it's only Wednesday.

The fun started Saturday night. First there was this:

Watching, from the comfort of the upper deck, a wedding at a venue that friends of mine own. Isn't that an awesome campfire pit? Once the wedding was over, we went down and roasted marshmallows ourselves. Awesome.

Then it was time to go home. As I was walking back down the stairs, I tripped. And now, this is how I spend my days:

With a broken foot.

We spent Sunday morning in the ER (because I refused to go when I got home Saturday night). The orthopedist doesn't want to see me until next week, to let the swelling go down. That's all I know. It sucks. But the pain is lessening, so that's good.


So then Tuesday rolls around, and this happened (as you may have seen on facebook, twitter, yesterdays blog post, or even the Times):

which was pretty freaking amazing. I feel I've gone on quite a lot about this in various forms of media, so you all get the drift there.

Not to be out of the spotlight for long, the tween had his own way of getting attention. After two eight hour days of intense soccer camp, he came home Tuesday afternoon not feeling well. We'd stocked him up, we thought, with Gatorade and water and the right kind of foods (this is not our first rodeo folks), but he was clearly dehydrated. We were on him the rest of the night about drinking more fluids, but at that point it was too late. About twenty minutes after he went to bed he started violently vomiting and off he and hubs went to the ER.


Which, by the way, just about killed me. Damn broken foot.


So today, recovery for him looked like this:

Follow up doctor visit. No camp. Note the messy hair, bags under his eyes, and the two ER bracelets on his wrist. Conclusion - either a stomach bug or dehydration. Presents the same. Treats the same.

Quite a week. Let's hope it settles down a bit. I'm not sure how you top watching your kid meet the President. And let's not even think about how it could be worse - we just know that it is possible and hope the good mojo stays and the bad juju goes far away.


Cheers folks. I'm ready for bed.

Chatting up the President

Holy hell you guys! Tonight I sat on my couch (with my broken foot elevated ... more on that later) and watched my son, on live TV, shake the presidents hand and talk to him.

You guys!! My son. Met. POTUS!!

Who does that?

My son. The teenager. Did I mention that?

From the Seattle PI footage

He got to watch Air Force One land at Boeing Field. Then he got to walk onto the tarmac (!!!!) and wait at the bottom of the stairs (!!!!) as Obama debarked. He shook his hand, chatted a bit, laughed. They had a moment.

Here is some raw video footage, he's at the 1:20 mark. The angle sucks, I'm waiting for another news channel to post with a better angle. But still. Holy hell.

And what, you may be asking, did they say to each other? From his facebook page:

I thanked him for his support of marriage equality. He told me absolutely, that it was a "priority issue."

You may also be asking HOW he got to be part of this group. It was a thank you from the Obama for America (OFA) campaign for all his hard work - the whole group on the tarmac were campaign volunteers.

Sweet!

I don't remember the last time we were all together around the tv, watching something. Okay, granted one of us was actually ON the TV, but it counts as a significant family moment. The toddler kept waving at the TV, calling his name. The tween actually wished he WAS his brother (um, wow). Hubs and I held hands. I choked up a bit.

Eek!!

What a surreal day.



PS I'm trying to buy a copy of the above picture, it's the best one I've found online (though I've seen lots). I'll probably want multiple prints, so don't be surprised to see it as a magnet on the side of my car. Or on the back of my t-shirt. Maybe as earrings. Ooooh, on my flask even!