Monday, December 5, 2011


The email I sent Brian today, to let him know what he was missing back home:

This is why I don't have time to blog much lately.  Because I spend my time coaching 4-year-olds to blow popcorn seeds out of their sinuses while at the same time, I'm worrying that the offending seed is causing internal bleeding.  

Which 4-year-old snorted the seed you may ask?   

Charlie.  I have no idea why he thought it was a good idea to put the seed in his nose.  Nor do I have any idea what was going on when this gem of a photo was taken.  (I found it in a pile of random shots the other day).   What's up with Charlie? And why do I look like someone just told me that the turkey burger I just ate was actually skunk?

Truth be told, I think I actually wear this expression a lot.   Like today, when Charlie appeared to be hemorrhaging because of a popcorn seed.  Or yesterday when I caught Michael happily playing in a toilet filled with pee.  Or the other day when I stepped in cat puke barefoot.  Or when Charlie charmingly pointed out "Mommy, you have a big bottom."    I'm afraid I am going to wake up one morning, with this expression permanently frozen on my face.

Anyway, back to Charlie and the popcorn seed.  The good news is that we didn't end up back at the doctor's office today for popcorn removal.  Had we gone, it would have been our fourth trip in eight days.  (Three cases of strep last week kept the boys out of school most of the week and me on the brink of insanity).   The bad news is that Charlie now knows how to shoot things out of his nose...