Monday, November 17, 2008
Sick and Tired
Troy, sleeping on the top stair.
The flu has decided to take a death grip upon our household, so I've not been much in the blogging, dressing, sitting, eating, doing-anything-besides-be-close-to-the-toilet mood. So until we get better, I'll share some Nat Pack-isms, so you can be all, "Awww! What adorable kids she has!"
When I found Troy's barf oozing out from under his door (aren't you glad I shared that image? and aren't you glad you're not me right now?), I said, "Troy, did you barf?" And he said, "No Mom, I spilled!" I guess if his stomach spilled...
The looks I got when I said, "Smile!" Brock's fishy, Troy's scowl, Jakob's fake smile. It's a wonder we get any decent pictures at all!
Brock: Mom, I don't feel good. Me: What feels yucky? Brock: Um...my back. Will you rub it? (Anything to get pampered, the little Prince!)
My stair step boys:
Jakob: Mom, when I get back from my mission, I will be a hero! And then I can marry Ila, because she'll want to marry a hero because she's a princess.
When you're tired, you're tired! Ivy's 6 months old now.
The prayer policeman. Troy loves saying the prayer now. And we'll prompt him with, "Thank you for this day", and he says, "Thank you Jakob could go to school today." I hear that phrase/question/exclamation at least 20-30 times a day. Apparently he's very concerned about Jakob's education.
While I was getting ready for church, Jakob said, "Mom, you're HOT!" Maybe I'm doing something right in raising my kids, after all.