Trav visit's M's school

The chief meterologist from Channel 6 News in Tulsa visited M's school. Here is the video from their visit. M is shown at the very beginning (he's on his knees). You can't miss him! Enjoy.

The video

No boys?

B & I didn't have the boys last night. M & W stayed the night with my brother, aka Uncle Bubba. So I went to pick up little Miss G yesterday and she was as happy as a clam. She was running all over the living room jabbering away with a happy smile on her face. When we got back to our place yesterday, B just about had dinner ready, so we ate dinner, and then G & I played ball in the kitchen. We started out by rolling the ball back and forth but that only lasted a little bit. She had more fun with my rolling the ball across the kitchen and her chasing it. She would giggle and squeal and bring the ball back to me with this huge smile on her face. I had so much fun. It was nice to be able to spend that one on one time with just one child. Both Miss G & I were both smiling on our way to bed.

I might hit the bottle

So, G has eight teeth in, and she is currently cutting a molar or two. The doctor stated at her last checkup that we needed to start weening her off the bottle; we decided to start over Christmas since I would be home an extended period of time. G will take anything out of a sippy cup-except milk, which you have to fight her over. So this morning, I got her a sippy cup of milk, put her in the truck along with the boys and started my trek into Tulsa. She wanted NO part of that sippy cup. She tossed it in the floor; I gave it back to her-once. She threw it in the floor this time and proceeded to cry and throw a fit and cry "Mama! Mama!" She took off one shoe and sock and threw it in the floor and then the other followed. She cried all the way from our place to Owasso where she finally fell asleep.

This girl is by far the most stubborn of all the kids. I tell you that this breaking G from the bottle might drive me to the bottle before it's over.

W is like the ocean...

In the movie Kindergarten Cop, the teacher that plays opposite Arnold's character tells him, "Kindergarten is like the ocean; you don't want to turn your back on it." The same can be said for W. People look at me like I'm kidding when I tell them W is my wild child unless they really know him. Today is my case in point:

I just received a phone call from my mother which started with "Guess what your youngest son just did...." A phone call predicated by that remark never bodes well. Apparently, my mother had just filled her canister with a new can of coffee and had went into the living room; she had only been sitting a few moments when she heard a scraping noise. She got up to investigate and found that W had taken the scoop out of the coffee and was scooping the coffee out of the canister and was flinging it all over the kitchen. Yep! That's my boy! Just makes you proud, doesn't it.

Through the magnifying glass

So, here's an update on what's going on in our neck of the woods. We saw our first dusting of snow on Friday of last week. Of course, it's Oklahoma and the snow only stayed on the ground for part of the day. We are expected to have snow tonight though. YUCK! YUCK! YUCK!

The Christmas tree is up and the house is decorated...well as much as it can be. I bought Gera's stocking this year, and it's hanging up on the mantle, but I can't seem to locate the boys' stockings-imagine that. Time's ticking. Gera is doing surprisingly well with the tree, but I can't seem to keep the boys from playing with their Star Wars toys (and other numerous toys that I am not sure about) in the tree.

Aunt B was looking through a Toys'RUs Ad yesterday and showed W & J (nephew) a train table. W is fascinated with trains, so now he is harrassing us with the TRU ad wanting a train. We have M's train up on the bar counter and we can't keep him from messing with that. The kid is driving me batty with trains!!!

When it comes to G, it's a case of monkey see, monkey do. She has learned to climb and you really have to watch her. Now remember, she just turned one less than a month ago and she is climbing...up onto my dining table-TWICE in the last two days! GRR! Thanks W & J!

M is doing great in school and has started basketball practice. He has his first game on Saturday at 8 (OF THE AM--Woe is me!).

I have pictures of the kids in front of the tree and picture of G's stocking, but apparently I grabbed the wrong SD card. I'll post those soon.

Now...back to work...because that's all it seems I can do lately. God bless!

Watch out for foreign objects!

It's been a while since I have had a chance to write on the antics on one of the kids. Honestly, with my rupturing my eardrum and falling down a flight of stairs and breaking my arm, it's kind of been my year this year....until yesterday.

I'm sitting at my desk working on my October numbers (Yes, still!), when I notice a B'ville number pop up on my cell phone that looks vaguely like the number for M's school, so I answer my phone.

"Mrs. Bates? This is the nurse at M's school."
"Yes?"
"Either you or your husband is going to need to come pick M up from school. M has rocks in his ear."

That's all I heard. I didn't hear anything else after that because at that moment all I was seeing is red.

"Ok, let me see if I can reach his dad," and I hang up.

I forgot B was at a funeral yesterday afternoon. I call his cell-no answer. I call the office-no answer. I call his cell again-no answer. I call the main office number and ask if there is any notes on where he might be-at a funeral. Of course, I knew that!

I look at the clock. It's 3:30ish. I think to myself, "I'll give him 15 minutes. The funeral might not be over yet." After 15 minutes are up, I go ahead and leave work, call the school to let them know I have been unsuccessful in getting in touch with B and I am on my way. I'm on my way to the vehicle when B calls.

"What's going on?" I relay the story to him and he asks me to call the school and let them know he'll be there as soon as possible. He's bringing him into Tulsa to take him to the minor emergency.

I call Memaw and relay the story to her and she agrees to watch G & W while we take Genius into the ER. So B & I take M into the minor emergency because from what I could see while we were at Memaw's house, he did indeed have rocks in his ear. The nurse practitioner confirmed it.

The took him back into an exam room, put drops in his ear, made him lie still for 5 minutes and then one syringe or water later, the rocks were out. The boy felt absolutely no pain. He even had a little bit of fun. We made him do his homework while we were waiting and his math homework involved a domino game. I also thumb wrestled with him while he was having to lie still for the medicine to settle in his ear.

The boy walked out with 4 Star Wars stickers and the syringe they used to irrigate his ear. They asked if we wanted to take the rocks home as a souvenir; we declined. When we were walking out, M was just hopping along thinking that what had just occurred was no big issue. We informed him otherwise and the consequences are still up for consideration.

Boys!!!