Hand it Over...

The Mom of the Year Award that is...  Here's why...

Yesterday I sent the girls off to school and got ready to go the gym.  Right as I was leaving, I got a call from Sam's preschool. "Mrs. Bishop?  Were you aware that Sam's right hand is all red and swollen and hot?"  Um. No.  "Would you come and check her out please?  We're kind of worried about her."  So I go to check her out.  They were right.  Her right hand was all swollen and red and hot from the knuckles on her hand, up all 4 fingers.  Huh.  How did I miss that?  So I take her home and call the doctor.  With this girl, you just can't be too careful...  "Bring her right in, please.  We take these kinds of things very seriously!"  Of course you do.  So off we go... I had no idea what could have happened, but her (very astute) father mentioned she'd fallen off her bike a bunch of times on Saturday. Sure.  She totally broke her hand and all four fingers and we're just figuring that out now?  Yeah right.... Well actually, Yeah right.  They ruled out infection because there was no scratch or means of entry for infection.  So she either sprained her hand and all four fingers or broke them.  Well.  Don't I feel the tiniest bit stupid?  So we go get xrays...  Turns out her hand isn't broken, just sprained.  Makes me feel a little bit less like a loser...  But I will tell you that this girl has the highest pain tolerance in the world.  Remember her UTI that she had for months?  And we only knew cause it almost killed her?  So in my defense, she never favored her (red, hot, swollen) hand.   She never complained.  She never anything.  So there you have it.  For the seventh time (this year...) please hand over the Mom of the Year Award...

Peanut Butter & Jelly...

Brooke has been blessed with some really great friends.  Here's a conversation we had the other day after school...

Brooke - "So, today I had some papers hidden in my shoe..."

me - "What?  Ummmm. Dare I ask why?"

Brooke - "So I can draw on the bus. (duh!)  But anyway... I forgot all about them until Sydney pulled colored pencils out of her boot!"

They were meant to be friends.  Some things just go together... (thus the title - in case I'm not as clever as I think I am, and nobody but me gets it...)  (And yes, they are the same age.  Brooke is about 6 months older, but on the (freakishly) tall side and Syd is on the (adorably) shorter side...)

Just like daddy...

One measuring cup full of cake batter later...

"Now I look just like daddy!"

Warning!!!

Woman Driver Ahead!!

So today the girls and I were Halloween shopping.  Which means I was driving around in our Suburban.  I do this all the time, you think I'd be good at it... We were parked at the Spirit Halloween store (note to self - never again take Sam in there.  She'll still be having nightmares 6 halloweens from now...)  After we were done, I go to pull straight out.  And go up over a curb.  Oh snap.  There must be one of those parking cement things there.  Oh well.  I drive a suburban for a reason, right?  I can go right over those things.  Turns out it was a flower bed.  Whoops.

I wish...

That you all (y'all for the southern followers of this blog...) could sit and take a ride in my car with me and the girls.  They all sing.  Different songs.  At the same time.  And not even trying to annoy each other.  Just (kind of) quietly to themselves.  For the entire ride.

It makes me smile.  (Just like this picture of them waiting to see Lion King 3D.)

Quote of the Day...

We were driving by the Seattle Temple on Sunday and I was talking to the girls about it when Sam interrupted with this...

"Why is that angel holding a gun?"

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... 

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...

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.

 This story is just too good to not have it documented in our blog books... So enjoy the flashback and my humiliation...

ABC's of summer...

In honor of school starting, I thought I'd give to you our ABC's of summer.  Just keep hitting "older posts" to get through our summer of fun... Don't worry, not many words, just pictures...  Enjoy.  We certainly did!