I promised movies on Mondays but it's not always easy coming up with something. So, here are three of the children having fun in an A family way. Actually, twirling in a chair is, I imagine, a universal pastime and, I must confess, that I sometimes do the same. Sorry about the poor quality. Also, two newsworthy items:
1. Hannah finally learned to whistle. Yes, she has been trying for a while now. Unfortunately, the breakthrough came yesterday during Mass. I still congratulated her.
2. Yesterday, during naptime/quiet-time/Mommy-retreats-to-her-bedroom-time, three of the non-napping children arrived at the bedroom door in a flurry. Hannah was in tears. Words came flying at me and I tried to decipher what had caused them to rouse me from my almost-sleep state. Finally I heard the key sentence, "Benjamin has a bead in his ear." Great. Hannah's tears were caused by a deep-seated fear that a bead in the ear would quickly result in the death of her younger brother. Ben was very calm and kept saying in his Eeyore sort of way, "Yeah. Me. I have bead in my ear." I imagined a trip to the hospital, an x-ray revealing a little star-shaped bead emblazoned on Ben's brain, and I actually attempted to suck the bead from Ben's ear using my mouth. Dave, after realising that Ben had a bead and not a bee in his ear, kept a level head and sent for the tweezers. Why my first thought was suction instead of tweezing is beyond me but Daddy did the job and thus retained his super hero status on Father's Day. Ben now flinches when I approach the side of his head.
3 comments:
You make me laugh!!!! Those are both awesome updates...minus the scariness, of course!
When ever I think of Eeyore I think of Mr. Gallagher. I can still hear him say, "...and that's called photosynthesis..." in that exact tone!
Yup, definitely laughing out loud over the ear-bead-suction thing!
Good work, Dave - glad the bead came out and trips to the hospital and x-rays weren't necessary!
I would have done the exact same thing you did about the bead in the ear. When I was young I read a Trixie Belden book wherein she saved the day by sucking the venom out of a copperhead bite in her little brother's leg. Come to think of it, my adult reactions to a lot of situations are based on what I think Nancy Drew or Trixie Belden would have done. Hmmm.
About the whistling in church -- remember when Martha lifted up Susie the giraffe at the exact time the priest raised up the host? That still makes me laugh.
BTW I tried to leave this comment earlier but my spotty internet connection swallowed it up. Remind me to tell you about Rhett breaking the phone, internet connection, and TV all in two days. All of those save for the TV are (temporarily) fixed.
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