So before I tell you all how cute my kids are, I thought I’d update you on my ‘condition’. Ha ha.
was forced broke down and managed to get an appointment today with the Dr (actually, the Physicians Assistant since Dr. wasn’t available until next week!). Apparently I have a good case of Bronchitis! Nice. Got me the lovely Zpack and some Claratin for the congestion and hopefully I’ll be back to better in no time.
I was on here to check some email and Logan came and started singing to me. Isn’t he the cutest? I’ll tell you what he was singing in a second, but it warrants an explanation. I gotta admit I’m a bit embarrassed about it, but I’ll get over it. So one of my favorite songs is… **is it hot in here?** “You Don’t Know What It’s Like” by Michael Bolton. There, I said it. Go ahead and laugh. I’ll wait….
You done? OK. It’s one of my favorites because it is the first song Gary and I danced to (and honestly, probably the only song we’ve danced to). It was one of those spur of the moment things… I think I was being a goof and said “Hey, let’s dance” and flipped on the soft rock station (That’s right, I said soft rock. What a geek!) and that was the song that had just started. When it was over, he said “That was the perfect song to dance to”. I melted… Why? Because we hadn’t said ‘I love you’ yet, and I took that to mean that he loved me (“You don’t know what it’s like to love somebody the way I love you”)! Gary says he doesn’t remember this happening, but of course it’s forever in my memory.
Sooooo, I have this song on my play list, and I play it- frequently. This is where Logan heard it from. So he just walked in to sing to me, and it was this song. Except he doesn’t know the words, so he was singing, “You don’t know how it’s pipe. Baby, you don’t know how it’s pipe…” Maybe it’s not that funny to you, but I couldn’t quit laughing, which made him sing it louder and longer. And made me laugh louder and harder. It’s a vicious cycle.
Last week while I was doing dishes, Logan walked in and said, “So mom, I’ve been thinkin’. When I’m a policeman like Uncle Dumm (my brother Aadam), I’m thinkin’ I won’t need a gun. Wanna know why? Cause I’m gettin’ pretty good at wrestlin’. “
A few weeks ago, with a very concerned look on his face, Logan says to me, “Mom, how can God be in our hearts and up in Heaven?”. Too smart!
And here is Erik doing his new thing, which he is actually saying as I am typing this. I can hear him from down the hall. Silly boy.
And then there’s Brooke. Just look at this face. Adorable.
As I was lying miserable on the couch the other day, she asks me what is wrong. I say, “Mommy doesn’t feel good today. Mommy is really sick.” And she says, “I can pray for you! I’ll pray for you Mommy!” Precious girl.