President Bush, Gooooaaaal, and Puke (Also a Flood in My Kitchen)
Wednesday, March 24, 2010 at 5:03PM Warning: Post may contain TMI (Too Much Information), unless you are my mother in which case there is never too much information, and what does that mean anyway?
Yesterday was a weird day. Christian got off to school, and now that I think about it he was a bit fussy and he even said he wasn't going. We didn't think anything of it because it can be a regular part of our morning routine, and when he says that it often means he's very tired or he doesn't want to be late. Sometimes we get him to school late because the traffic is so bad.
That is a joke. We live four houses down from his school. We have no excuse, it's just that we are the, apparently, very poky Walkers. Walkers, get it? Ah-hahaha.
That afternoon I picked Christian up from school and we visited with someone at the church who told us a little secret...President Bush was going to be attending a service later in the day. I was disappointed to find out that he probably (read: our friend laughed at me and said,"Right!") would not be able to walk up to our home and meet us.
I mean, it's just four houses!
I guess it's hard to do much outside of the scheduled, um, schedule with all of his agents and stuff. I understand.
I thought I might possibly sneak a picture by taking the kids on a walk. Before we left might be the only time in the history of my motherhood where I was like,"Hurry! Hurry! Let's go for a walk! It'll be fun to circle the church six times!" I'm pretty sure that I saw some of the men in his detail, but that's as close as these eyes got to seeing "Dubya". Wouldn't it have been fun for me to get a picture of Mrs. Bush and him with my kids? Here. Use your imagination...
PICTURE OF PRESIDENT BUSH, LAURA BUSH, AND MY THREE KIDS
Isn't it a good one?
After our walk, we went home to finish getting ready for Christian's soccer game. Eliana walked up the sidewalk like this...
If you can call that walking. I kept having to tell her to stand up or move over since people who had parked up the street for the service at the church were walking down the sidewalk toward us. Lovely pastor's family, we are.
We finally headed to Christian's soccer game (which gave me a good cover for walking around with the zoom lens on my camera, I thought there might still be a chance to catch the former Prez). The soccer season has started and our boys...well, they have a lot of heart, they have a lot of fun, but they do not have a lot of aggression (at least as far as the game goes). There are a couple of boys who will go after the ball, but rarely will anyone take it down the field fiercely. This leads to very few points scored (like, so few, they score zero).
However, yesterday something really fun happened. Christian scored a goal! I just happened to get this picture before play started back up...
It makes me think of Babe Ruth famously calling his homerun. (I just watched The Sandlot. It's fresh on my brain.) Maybe Christian knew what he was about to do.
Because I have excellent photography skills, I totally missed the actual shooting of the goal, but here he is afterward...
I think he was excited.
For quite a while.
He saw a lot of action in the game...he defended their goal (even though it looks like their coach is kicking this ball)...
He got to kick the ball in from the side...
He dribbled the ball up the field (like I said, this is the kind of thing that doesn't happen very often)...
He is an intense little guy...
and he definitely puts his all into the game when he's playing. I love his expressions.
We got home, and he got showered while I started cooking. I am just so crazy that I made breakfast for dinner (or the messiest meal you can possibly make and why would you do that on a night after a soccer game). They love it, so I make it, even though it looks like a natural disaster just blew through my kitchen once I'm finished. And then Eliana went into the kitchen to wash her hands (pancakes=sticky fingers) and I was getting ready to help her when she called out,"Mommy! Tum here...I need you help me." I think there may have been an "Uh, oh." I went in to find that she had turned on the water, which normally would be fine, but someone had pushed the faucet all the way over to the left. All the way over as in no longer over the sink, so that the water poured out on the strip of counter behind the sink and then around both sides and down the front of the cabinets. So, it really did look like a natural disaster had struck. That or we were doing a homeschool lesson on Niagara Falls.
I halfway cleaned up that mess with some towels, both the cloth and paper kind, but it was getting close to when Eliana needed to go to bed and the water plus the huge mess that breakfast (for dinner - did that confuse you?) made was too much to deal with in full at that moment, so I left it for later.
Eliana went to sleep fairly easily and then I got the other two in bed as well. Christian was very tired and willingly let me brush his teeth. Then we went up to his room and he settled into his bed. He asked me to tell him the story about when I threw up as a grown up. I told him about how one Christmas I was sick, while we were at Grandma Diana's. I was all by myself in the room where Mike and I were staying, and everyone else was out opening presents. It was sad! I told him how Aunt Wendy came and gave me some Tylenol, but for the most part people stayed away. I also said that whenever I had to throw up I would go over to the toilet, do what I needed to do, clean myself up, and get back in bed.
Great story, right? We had to leave on a plane two days later, I think. SO NOT FUN.
Anyway, I told him to be quiet and close his eyes. Since he was asking me these questions about being sick I asked him if he felt funny or anything. He was noncommittal on the subject. I had a feeling that the rest of the evening would not be a barrel of laughs.
Michaela had come in his room and gotten into bed with him. He has a big bed and sometimes they sleep together. I sat on the foot of the bed for a while, and then went downstairs in order to start cleaning the kitchen. A little later I heard footsteps upstairs, and my radar went crazy. I hurried up the steps and turned on Christian's light just as I heard him moaning from his bathroom, calling out,"Mom! MOM!"
I have no photos of this portion of our day, and you are so glad. Because of all his talk before bed about throwing up I told him that if he needed to do anything there was a trash can beside his bed, or he could go to the bathroom and use the toilet. He decided to do a little of everything, I suppose.
Poor guy...I think it came totally out of nowhere (although when I said that to him, he said,"Yeah. No. It came from here..." and made this bubbling up motion with his hands right around his tummy) because it was in his bed, next to his bed (from one end to the other) up the side of his Lego table, all over the outside of his trash can, and then in the bathroom, here, there, and everywhere. I was in shock. I seriously didn't know what I was going to do.
And there was Michaela in the bed, an inch away from total grossness. I managed to get her up, and she looked at me like I had six heads when I told her I wanted her to take a shower. I decided that as yucky as the no-shower option was that she could go on to sleep in her bed and take a shower the next morning.
Christian got cleaned up in his shower (for a minute there it was the only place in the bathroom throw-up free), and then I set him up downstairs with easy access to a bucket and the bathroom. He eventually went back to sleep for a bit. I got busy cleaning, never mind the kitchen. I did a pretty good job with his room, I took care of his bedding, and part of the bathroom. I started cleaning the kitchen around 1 am. At this point I was waiting for someone else to blow, so I was pretty wide awake. I checked on them all frequently, and continued with the cleaning until around 3:15. I finally lay down and hoped to get a little sleep. Christian called out for me often, though, wanting a sip of water, or feeling like he was going to throw up again. Around 5:00 he finally did, and then went back to sleep. I dozed for a couple of hours, in between fighting the sensation that I was actually feeling sick and Christian calling out for me, and by the time it was getting light outside, he was hollering,"Mom!" again.
It was not a restful night.
I'm worried that tonight will not be very restful either. Just a mom feeling.
There really is no point to what I'm writing. Just that you never know what any given day is going to bring you. I hope tomorrow is a little less all-over-the-place. Pun not intended.
Reader Comments (10)
So sorry your little guy is sick. The puke? Wow. I have yet to ever experience anything quite like that. (fingers crossed.) Hope tonight is better and that you get more sleep.
The soccer pictures? Second one after he scored the goal is awesome!! LOVE it!
Sounds exhausting! I hope that he feels better soon. I hate making breakfast for the very fact that it makes such a huge mess!!
Okay I was REALLY enjoying this post up until the puke everywhere part. You poor thing! I totally pictured myself in that situation...and let's just say YOU win Mother of the Year Award! WOOHOO! (I don't do puke...uh uh....it makes ME puke...so my efforts just contribute to the mess in the end.) Where was your sweet, dear husband during all of this?!?! LOL
I sure hope you got some rest and didn't succumb to the nasties....also hope neither of the girls got it. That's awful. Oh man puke is the worst.
But the rest of your post had me grinning from ear to ear and laughing...love your humor girl!
That just sounds miserable. I hate puke, and I really hate puke in the night.
I've had that feeling before when you look at a mess and just stand there for a second wondering how on earth you're going to get it cleaned up.
Being a mom is such a fun adventure, isn't it? ;)
Love seeing what kids look like when they actually *try* to play soccer too. He was so cute with his hands up in the air :)
Oh, I replied to your comment on my blog-- I thought for a minute we actually were the same person too.
Man, you're a good mom! First of all, I love Eliana's pants. Secondly, way to go Christian on scoring a goal. Thirdly, I love how much your kids like each other - enough for a big sister to want to sleep with her little brother.
Oh what a day!! Sorry to hear about the puking. Our family just went through the stomach flu for the second time in a month. Momma got it the worst the last time -- full 24 hours of vomiting. I was drinking water just so I'd have something to throw up! (Helped me a bit on the weight loss though! Gotta be a perk in there somewhere, right?!) In our home that we moved from (a year ago this weekend...) we had a faucet/counter where if one wanted the faucet could be moved to run directly over the floor. Shortly before we moved, my youngest moved it, turned it on, and we had so much water it went down into the basement. We had water EVERYWHERE!! I feel your pain there. Ahh, kids just keep life exciting, don't they?! Thanks for sharing! Glad to be back blogging! I missed my cyber-space friends!
OK. Sorry about the puke, but that is not what I want to comment on. The movie, The Sandlot, ALWAYS makes me think of you. I totally remember how much you liked that movie, and at the time (yes, I am about to call you out) I believe you had a big crush on that one kid. :)
I call breakfast for dinner "brinner" and my kids love it too. You're right though -it is such a mess. Not as big a mess as puke though. You have my forever admiration that you cleaned that all up. Rich has that job here or else there would be TWO messes to clean up. Blech.
You sure know how to pack a lot into a day! ;-) Sick kids are so sad. I hope Christian is feeling better and that the rest of you don't get it.
Oh, the poor little thing. That is the worst feeling, isn't it? I LOVE that he scored a goal : )Your soccer pictures are so fun! I LOVE the baby walking. She is so cute. What a doll. I also LOVED using my imagination to see the kids with the former president. Fantastic!