Swine-y Whine-y Flu

Ok, so Matt has influenza type A (which the ever helpful doctor told us means that he probably has swine flu but can't be sure unless he is hospitalized because that is when they test). So we've got fevers, coughing, whining, headaches, more whining and occasional barfing through the living room and down the hallway.

To make it worse, I had tickets to go see Ingrid Michaelson and Jonathan got to take Natalie and take my place because I needed to stay home and nurse Isabel, who weeps and wails if we try to poison her with sinister bottles filled with (GASP!) formula....

I have gotten a bit of revenge on the little darlings, though. I've started a regimen of Vitamin C (not the yummy chewy sort) and cod liver oil. I hum the tunes of Far Away when I dose them.

My new favorite quote!!!

I believe in Manicures. I believe in Overdressing. I believe in Primping at leisure and wearing Lipstick. I believe that Laughing is the best calorie burner. I Believe in Kissing; Kissing a lot. I believe in Being Strong when everything else seems to be going wrong. I believe Happy Girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and I Believe in Miracles.

-Audrey Hepburn

The funnest girl lunch ever...

So Melly and I headed down to Alpine on Wed, July 1st to go and visit Dear Lizzie, a super fun bistro/cupcakery/chocolate shop/shabby chic home decor store. It was delicious in every way, from the pink roses on the table to the buttercream frosting on the cupcakes (which I'm guessing was delicious as Jonathan ate the two that I brought home without even consulting me first) ((Oh, and did I mention that I'm three weeks away from birthing his child and he ate my cupcakes?)) (((Oh, and did I mention that there were two and he ate both of them???)))

Anyway, we had fun, I had a chicken salad sandwich on a croissant and Melly ordered a turkey avocado and we split our sandwiches so we got to try both. I found the cutest vintage glittered sparrow for the babies room (yup, still no name) and have hung it up on the curtain rod. So, so cute!

The witty slash evil sister award goes to Melly (when doesn't it?) I told her to pause a minute before taking my picture so that I could attempt to not look fat. Her reply, "Good luck with that". Oh, sigh, what would I do without laughing so hard that I get close to peeing my pants.

So now Matt & Nat want their own blogs...hmmm.

So now that the coolest mommy ever (me, in case you were wondering) has her own blog, now Matthew and Natalie want their own blog. Matthew's is going to be about Pokemon and Natalie's is going to be about she's not sure. Why do I have a feeling that this is going to be a pain in my booty bottom?

My kids are sick (again). We've had strep, stomach flu, a cold and an abcessed tooth in the last month. I've decided that maybe sending Jonathan to med school would save time and money on all the copays we keep having to pony up. On a happy note, I got a break from church today. It was one of those minute counting days where I have to borrow Jonathan's stopwatch to time the talks and prayers. (Dear Mom, if you read this I'm only borderline inactive and consider sitting through 3 hours a week of church to be a gift that keeps on giving).

Matthew's been marking his territory

So, um, for my opening blog post I decided to share why my guest bedroom smells of urine. I noticed a wet spot on the carpet in the guest bedroom and started sniffing and it smelled like pee. I asked Matthew (in a kind and sweet patient nurturing mommy kind of way), 'Oh honey, did you have an accident?" Um, yeah, he told me. (In the same kind, understanding way) "Well, go get your wet britches and I'll throw them in the washer. "Well", he told me..."I didn't have an accident in my pants". (In a little less nice of a voice) Did you have time to take your pants off? Yes, mom, he tells me.

So I take a minute to process this fact and weigh whether or not I think that if you have the time to take off your clothes whether you have time to make it to the bathroom and decide that you could. So I tell him, you are grounded from computer for a week. He says, thats okay. Then I called his dad and tell him all about it. "Oh, yeah" I am told, we talked about that last week. Anyway, the long and short of it is that Matthew has been choosing to pee in the guest bedroom. At this point motive is still unknown.

Consequence: week of grounding from computer and blockbuster, I've also told him that he probably won't get to go to Webkinz day in Salt Lake because I'm afraid that he will pee on the store floor. He has assured me that he only does it when nobody is looking....phew, what a relief.