who doesn't love the smell of oatmeal burning on the stove in the morning?
Anyways...
As anyone who reads this probably already knows via facecrack (Honey's special name for it), Monkey got hit with a wild pitch in the face at last nights game. I could tell it hurt (well duh). What I mean is I could see the holding back tears and trying to look brave. He doesn't cry easliy. If I hear that boy crying I know it hurt. But he took his base. His wonderful coaches stood with him on base for a minute (presumably to see whether or not he had any molars missing). He refused an ice pack. He finished it out. When he got back to the dug out I went to check on him. He ignored me. I could see that he was putting on a brave front. That's who he is. He gave me a little smile but pretty much put his focus back on watching the game-absently holding a sore cheek and jaw.. I took the hint. And I'm so proud of him.:)
So Monkey 2...we found out she needs a much stronger perscription in her glasses. And they say the next few yrs are critical to maintain her current level of vision ( which is not so great obviously). It could very well get much worse. They said don't expect it to ever improve.:(. She hates wearing them, and now she has to wear them all the time. I see many struggles in our near future...
Oh yeah, and we are back on the yucky sick train. I've felt yucky for a week, monkey 4 has too. Plus Honey has his crazy work week where I pretty much never see him. In other words I need entertainment in the form of mass movies. Anyone who reads this leave me a comment with your top movie picks so I can go to the video store with a list in hand!
Well, off to the Dr.s for some fun...
God Bless,
Mandy
momism: if things like you saw in the above picture-an almost new box of oatmeal scattered across your living room and woodstove-don't really phase you and are just about common place, you are certainly a mother.
