Doctor Visit

Vern had a doctor's appointment today. It went really well and we have a plan of attack for his problem. He even received a high tech widgit to begin using. He was pretty excited about it and has made his commitment to work on this issue and do as the doctor says.  We go back in a month or so for an update on how the widget is working and type and amounts of medicine he may need.

While waiting in the room, Vern stares at the phone and it begins... Oh yes you know if you have read my blog for any amout of time what is about to happen...

Have you guessed yet?

Come on you know..... THE QUESTIONS.

Mom, why are there letters on the phone?

Is it for texting?

Why is the number 2 key white?

Can I push the buttons?

How can one little boy come up with so much in his brain????

He even started asking the doctor all sorts of questions which were actually appropriate and I was impressed.  One was: What does xyz medicine do?  How often do I have to take it?

I believe there is hope for him yet!

Thankfulness

So sorry you 3 faithful readers about my lack of typing. You can sympathize (is that a word?) with the holidays and business that ensues.

Vern had a very good Thanksgiving holiday. Thursday was from my vantage point NON-STOP eating for Vern from 5-9p.m. He was like a bottomless pit with 3rds and 4ths of Grandma's fruit salad.

Friday we all went to play putt-putt golf. Vern had a couple whole in one's and loved that.  We put up the tree but Vern could care less. He did decorate his room with some garland and Christmas decorations but the rest he left to others while he played Madden 10.

Sat/Sunday were at his dad's house and tonight back home and oggling under the tree at the newly arrived "presents"!!!

Tomorrow is a doctors appointment. Wish Vern luck with that!

Leatherface

So sometimes Vern's dad doesn't make the smartest choices regarding our son Vern.  One of these "poor" choices is letting him watch "R" rated movies.  One such movie is Texas Chainsaw Massacure.  I didn't like the movie for the graphic violence and horror and gore but go figure he lets Vern see it...

Needless to say because his dad likes it Vern now likes it.  His dad bought him his Halloween mask and it is what Vern HAD to be. 

May I present LeatherFace.

Shots of Questions

So tonight was the night I had designated for all the kids to get their H1N1 shots. I had planned to go to one of the high schools in the area that was having a clinic but found out since it was in a different county I, or should I say the kids, did not qualify. Instead I had to call our county and find out how to get them shots.  Ends up I have to go to a clinic at our local hospital. The kids were COMPLETLY against it. Why mom? (Said over and over in their most whineyyyyyyy voices) So for punishment I decided to give them the flu mist at the same time. (Insert evil mom laughing) Trust me it was no punishment....

That isn't even the worst part. We had waiting and a novel's worth of paperwork to fill out. Then to cope with the other things(aka people if thats what you call them) that kept coming out of the cracks to invade the clinic. One lady marched right up behind me DEMANDING to have blood work done IMMEDIATELY! What kind of place was this anyhow? The nurse kindly asked her who ordered the bloodwork and she said NO ONE but she wanted it done and was not discussing it in the lobby. It just went down from there with others incredulous because they had to wait an hour in a clinic. I think I will stop now. Need to flush those thoughts.

After an hour or so the kids get their shots and mists and did really well and said oh that wasn't so bad and we walk out of the clinic. THAT is when Vern starts...

Mom, did they shoot the Swine Flu in me?

Will I die now?

Why did they put that in me?

Will my arm fall off?

Why did I have to get the shot?

Mom, can I ask a question?

Mom are we going home?

Mom can I pick out a different book?

How long did I read?

Mom will a worm eat you?

Will a worm eat me?

Will a worm eat this cake?

Mom will a worm eat through the wall?

ENOUGH OF THE QUESTIONS ALL READY!!!!! (said the exasparated mother - me)

Mom, can I ask just one more?

NO!

Well Mom I guess you don't love me.

Of course I love you, I am just tired of the interrogation tonight.

HA HA HA Mom, that is the one more question I was going to ask you.

He gets up and runs to his room to be tucked in for the night.

Some things I would rather NOT know...

So for some reason this weekend the kids were going down memory road. Even those kids take that trip once in a while...

The things they were giggling about I wish I had never heard. Now that I heard and laughed I am going to share the misery with you! HA HA HA HA

First was when Ann was about 5 and Vern was around 2. I used to give them baths at the same time to save me some time and then let them play for a while.   I guess during one of these "play" times they decided to discover their anus. As Ann tells the story they were playing in the bathtub when Vern stuck his finger in his bung, pulled it out and said look brown!  So then Ann has to try it. Then they proceed to see how far they can stick their finger in... All I can say is I am glad I knew none of this occured!!!

Then Vern proceeds to tell me one time when he was at day care he had to go poop. So instead of going inside to use the restroom he finds the nearest bush and goes poop in the bush. He said none of the teachers ever found out but some other little boy found it.

Again...I am glad I never knew about these things when they happened.
SHUTTERS!!!!!!!!

Deep discussions

So every night as part of Vern and my good night ritual, we say a prayer. We take turns saying the prayer and sometimes we both end up adding to the other person's prayer. It really is very special.

Sometimes Vern leads the prayer: "Dear God, Please forgive all our sins. Please help me to pass 3rd grade. Please help all the sick people in hospitals. In your name we pray. Amen"

Sometimes I lead the prayer: "Dear Lord Jesus, Thank you so much for my wonderful family, food to eat, and a wonderful home to sleep in. Please forgive our sins and help us to do your will. In your name we pray. Amen"

and Sometimes when we are both stuck we just Pray the Lord's Prayer.

Tonight was one of those times. After the prayer I said "Vern, do you know what hallowed be thy name means?"  He thought really hard and said I think it means not to curse, you know like OH MY GOSH only using God instead.  We had a really nice talk about how hallowed is kind of like holy. (Gee these things are hard to explain to a 9 year old)  After a while he said  "Mom I am sad and tears are coming out." I said are you sure you are sad? He said he didn't know. I said not all tears are sad tears and it just might be the Holy Spirit working inside you and showing you what a good person you really are!  Boy that was deep stuff for him. HECK its deep stuff for me what am I talking about!?!?!?!?

He got to thinking so hard and asking very insightful questions that I couldn't answer.  Then he got to really going and started wondering how God could rip himself into 3 pieces and get inside us and how was the soul made. WOW.

Kids are great teachers.

There I am

ok...I finally was brave enough to post my picture. Please don't stop reading because of it!

I'm just DaMom.

Vern versus da Mom

Ok so I promised Vern I would play his Madden 2010 video game with him tonight IF he had his chores done. Finally around 7pm he was finished and off we went to play.

Well this mom hasn't been into a video game since Ms. Pacman in the 80's so I knew it wouldn't be good. I told him to be gentle with me as I didn't know what I was doing.

He got me a chair to sit on (like I was 90 and needed one - frowns). We would start out with a 5 man easy game.  We each picked our favorite teams and set off playing.

To give him credit Vern DID try to tell me how to throw. It's just that he must have forgotten a tiny step as he sacked me every time! I was pushing buttons and throwing the controller all around my body along with the nunchuck or whatever that damn thing is called... N-O-T-H-I-N-G! Ball  still in the QB's hand and me on the ground or so it felt.

Vern giggled and laughed.  I didn't find it Quite so amusing. Finally, I think the Wii felt sorry for me. I some how got the ball in one of the runners hands and scored!  You should have seen me. You would have thought I was in the Super Bowl with all the jumping around and hooting I was doing.

I soon tired of the beating. Vern even let me get down the field as he was tired of sacking me every play. The short torturous game ended 5-3 for Vern's team. Enough of that crap... I'd rather scrub toilets or fold socks.  Well at least until the next time he bats his long eye lashes at me and says MOM will you play football with me.

HAPPY 9th Birthday Vern!

Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to youuuuuuu.
Happy Birthday Dear Vern.
Happy Birthday toooooo youuuuuuuuu.

Look at that face. He knows how to woo his mom...or any other victim for that matter.  He had a decent day in school. Had one note that he was goofing off in media center. He had an excuse that I didn't buy and he relented and said "Yes mom I shouldn't be goofing off." I am sure he said it just to shut me up but at least he is aware of what he SHOULD be doing...

I scored on his present. He told me as I was tucking him in... "Mom, you finally got me some cool presents."  I am glad he is happy with them. 

He also got to choose his cake (chocolate on chocolate and the sugar footballs were a surprise that he loved)  and his dinner. We had ham, pork and beans, fresh bread, and celery sticks.

He gets to take his treats to school tomorrow but celebrated most of it today. With the smiles and thank you's I got, I think he was one happy boy.

It's Vern's week!

Today Vern is at his dad's house. He is having his birthday festivities over there and presents will be shared. 

This next week in school Vern is student of the week. He gets pictures on the board and gets to bring his tropheys from cub scouts to display. He is pretty excited about it.  He also has treats to bring to share with his class mates.

Vern had the option to donate a book to the school library or share treats with his classmates. He chose DONUT HOLES.

Hey that is the choice I would have made at 9 years old.  Some choices you have to let them make.  I wonder how exciting 9 will be for Vern???

I bought his present this weekend. I will give it to him tomorrow and let you know how it goes. His actual birthday is tomorrow.

HAPPY 9th BIRTHDAY VERN!!!!!!!!!!!

Da Mom

Da Mom is under the weather.
She is trying to rest.
Vern and Ann tried really hard to help and snuggle and not fight.
Vern spilled my water all over the night stand.
He ran away saying he is sorry.
I still love him.

Reading wrenches

So Vern goes marching into his reading party last Friday sits down and starts to watch his movie only to be yanked out by the substitution teacher!

Seems there was a misunderstanding among everyone involved.

The sub was caught in the middle not knowing the full story.
The principal was out of the office and just forwarded the email.
Vern's regular teacher was out of town and unable to deal with the situation.
I was only hearing Vern's side of the story.

Luckily after a few phone calls things are staightened out now.
Vern is aware he must read 60 minutes each week.
Teachers are aware I would like to be informed.
The sub is thankful to be done with Vern. :-)

Plus Vern is still excited about reading and has been asking me to read. (whew from the mom)

The next Chippendale

Today was one of those days when I wanted my video recorder and didn't have it.  Seems Mr. Vern was auditioning for the Chippendale dancers after his piano lesson.

He came strolling out of the lesson with his shirt off only wearing his under armor. He had black dress pants and a TIGHT white under armor shirt and was strolling like he was all that and a box of chocolate.

He notices we are watching hm so he slows down even more and continues to swing his shirt around his head.  He LOVES an audience so he starts gyrating his hips and dancing to some music in his head.  He is smiling and dancing and by this time I am laughing out loud and he is eating up the attention he is getting.

Then as his grand finale he takes his shirt and puts it between his legs and pulls it back and forth just like dancers do!!!!!!!  I have tears from laughing so hard.

When he gets to the car I asked Vern where on earth did he learn to dance like that????
His response...

Sponge Bob!!!