A Long Weekend.

It feels like the weekend started on Thursday cuz Daddo left for Aspen (without us!!) and when he is gone all bets are off. We put our jammies on early, we eat crazy stuff for dinner (who cares if it's totally balanced...Ice Cream is fine for dinner...once in a while) and snuggle in for too much time on the couch. We bring books, games computers and the remote control. We sleep in, lounge in our jammies, eat more ice cream, invite friends, forget about homework and put off the clean up. It's been five days of hibernation (minus a birthday party and some volunteer work) and maybe, just maybe we will be ready for school tomorrow...Not a chance. Cross you fingers and hope for a blizzard...I could use one more day on the couch with my favorite Wee Ones.

Two for One...No Pictures Today.

Maybe that should be a one for two. One post, two blogs...too tired to create today. It's like the unwanted guest that won't ever leave. Just when you think it's over...here it comes again. I'm talking about a virus, a nasty virus that takes you down hard...in the midddle of the night no less. JuJu Bee is down and out and I the ever encouraging , loving mother kept promising him that he would be better by bed time...yesterday...after all, the worst of it only kept Migli down for about 15 hours. Not so with Wee...after 18 hours of misery, he passed out at 9:30 (in my bed so I could keep an eye on him and hopefully catch a few winks myself) and I thought we were home safe. Let's just say we got so good at the bucket grab, the mouth swish, the face wash and the bucket scrub that by 4:30...yes am...we were doing it without even turning the lights on. Hey, if you have to do something you might as well do it right.

Here we go again.

I think...no I am sure...I was asleep before the lot of you last night (something 'bout an AC/DC concert and limo rides around St Paul the night before). And let's just say it was a good thing. 3:30 sharp I had the Wee Wild One poking me from my slumber. Nothing wakes us faster (or makes Daddo run faster...for the bucket) than threats of vomit in our bed...or on our bodies. Another round of the flu...just four short days past the last one. Lucky for the Boodle I was feeling a little under the weather so that when he asked to have a "day off" I was to tired to say no. Migli got her day yesterday (tummy suddenly feeling better with the offer of lunch in Uptown with dear old daddy...but don't tell the boys...although Boo did notice the bag from Figlio's and I could see the wheels turning). Some days you have to stay home (the school frowns upon vomit and fevers), but some times it's OK to just have a day at home with Mombo...she kind of likes it too!

Where are you?

You wonder why I call you all Wild Ones. You have been outside for well over an hour (and I am sitting inside the warm house, in the dark house enjoying a moment of peace and quiet) building forts and pelting each other with perfectly formed snow balls. I am wondering if I should venture out and check on you...perhaps you are frozen mid step with your mouths frozen open in an attempt to call for help. Nah...I see movement...you must be fine...I hope.

The Wild Ones

Another Long Weekend.

We survived another weekend despite the snow and more vomit. Migli was kind enough to babysit (perhaps because we let her have a friend over), but woke us up at 5:30 (we appreciate you waiting for us to get home...although we did not turn in until after 3:30 so the 5:30 wake up left us a little groggy) to hold her hair back and apply wet cloths. That was pretty much what the two of us did all day as we hid in my bedroom in hopes of limiting the vomit to one. So far so good. But remember, Daddo and I have a concert tonight so if there is any more vomit...we'd appreciate it if you could hold off until midnight.

The Boogie Man.

Last night when you were getting ready for bed (which is a 45 minute ordeal...or more) you were acting a little squirrelly so I jumped up and chased you up the spiral stair case and down the hallway making feeble attempts to grab your ankles. When you were finally tucked in bed you realized you had forgotten your book. Of course you wanted me to get it, but I was entangled in a war with JuJu trying to get him under his covers so I sent you out to the kitchen by yourself. You made it about half way when you got spooked and started calling for me to come with you. Being the great mother that I am, I walked out there grabbed something that I needed and left you wasting time in the kitchen. You didn't know it, but I was actually hiding around the corner and when you ran by I jumped out and tried to grab you. All I saw was a blur as you shot down the hall and into Migli's room. As I rounded the corner you were up against the wall in a fit of laughter, screaming at me, "You're just plain evil!" I tried to feel bad, but just couldn't hold in the giggles. Perhaps it is me that is the true boogie man. I gave you extra snuggles just in case...nothing wrong with stacking up a few brownie points.

This One's for You.

I never intended to create a "Mommy Blog," so in writing The Disgruntled Princess I have had to pass on so many events and stories to keep the Wild Ones out of the focus. I have decided that I have many more stories to tell. These are the daily stories of triumph, silliness, tender moments and family that I want to archive for you...My Wild Ones. Continue to be you and I will have an abundance of material to save for you...records that you can use when you finally decide to commit me.