Tom and April: September 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011

Hair Ball...

During dinner (the most delicious pulled pork BBQ sandwiches....) I heard horrible gagging and coughing noises. I look over at Sam only to find her pulling a goodly portion of her hair out of her throat. She'd swallowed it with her sandwich. I asked her if she was ok, and she said, "No! I am not ok! I just swallowed my hair!" Point taken.

This picture is just to show how much hair the girl has to swallow...

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Perspective...

One story, Two perspectives...

His (some random guy doing yard work...) - Screeeech! A car slams on the brakes and stops in front of his house. A woman flies out and starts pounding something with... her shoe? Now she's shaking the car door. She lets out a little scream, jumps back in the car and takes off...
Mine - I'm just driving to Winco. Calmly. Not really paying attention. When a LARGE cat face spider drops down in front of my face. (There's the Screeeech...) I jump out and the spider fell off my shirt and onto the driver's seat. So I (not so) calmly take off my flip flop and start trying to kill it. Apparently if you try and smash a spider on a padded seat, it will fly through the air and scare your pants off... The spider is now on the door. Thinking a little clearer, and not (quite so) panicked, I decided to shake him off, rather than squish him and have to clean up guts. The spider fell off, almost landing on my flip flop-less foot. (There's the jump back into the car... and the scream...) And off I went to Winco...

Monday, September 19, 2011

Flashback...

To when my family looked more like this...

I took a trip to Canada to see my grandparents when the twins were about 9 months old. (give or take - who can remember? I was TIRED back then...) I had to go without Tom and the drive is about 13 hours (What was I thinking?). We stopped at a McDonalds in some town in Canada. It was rainy and mucky and slushy outside. Brooke might have been three by this point... I grabbed the twins and had one on each hip. They weren't walking at the time, so I couldn't put them down on the nasty, dirty, slushy ground. We walk in (like we weren't a freak show) and get in line. Brooke wrapped her sweet little arms around my legs. And proceeded to pull my pants down. To my knees. With a twin in each arm and no way to pull them up. Did I mention the place was packed? It was awesome. Looking back I can't stop laughing as I write this, but I was mortified that day. I managed to lean a little one way and grab some pants and pull them up a little and then lean the other way and pull them up a little more. And so on, until I was fully clothed again. Like I said, awesome.