- This birthday week is coming in hot! My brother Freddie one-upped Grace this weekend by sending me an hilarious gift in the form of a Bob Ross Chia Pet. Hahahahaha. To clarify -- I do not have an unhealthy obsession with Bob Ross. Hahaha. I just loved watching it as a kid and when I discovered it on Netflix over Christmas break, I forced the kids to watch a few episodes of it with me as well. The kids were split on their opinions -- Ethan, Jane, and Sophie found it equally mesmerizing and satisfying, while Grace and Alex hated it. Which is why Grace thought it was so funny to get me the Pop Vinyl figure. Freddie's gift made me laugh out loud, because truth be told, I've always wanted a Chia Pet! Hahaha. And the kids were equally tickled as well.
Our FHE activity tonight was to get our Chia Pet started. :)
- Guys. I have a Sonic Ice Cream Slush problem. No joke -- I've been there pretty much every day for the last couple of weeks to get my hit of half-blue-coconut-half-cherry. So, when I went there this morning with Isaac -- to get out of the house and out of the way of the painters -- and discovered the slush machine was broken, you better believe I drove to the next city over to go through a different Sonic drive-thru to get my fix. And yes, we all agree it's a problem.
It's the best flavor combo EVER. It totally reminds me of my favorite Paradise Ice order -- half haupia, half cherry, stuffed with ice cream, and topped with a snow cap of sweetened condensed milk.
- While out and about trying to keep Baby Godzilla from wreaking havoc on the painting process at home, we went to Chick-fil-A for lunch so that Isaac could get some energy out by running around the play place. The funniest part of the whole outing was hearing the other kids who were there quizzically ask if he was wearing shorts or toddler pants because they couldn't figure out his outfit. Hahahahaha. Well, when you're only 2, and you're wearing your 6-year-old big brother's shorts, they DO hang down to your ankles like pants. Hahahaha. Adding to the look was his "Incredibles" pajama top and mix-matched Paw Patrol socks (with Zuma on the left foot and Rocky on the right, because it MATTERS, guys). This kid is an absolute nut job and I love him so much.
- My afternoon was interrupted with a phone call from the school nurse saying that Jane was in the office and looking miserable and complaining that her stomach hurt, so that was fun. I don't know what the deal is with these sick kids lately. She hasn't had a fever and it's not like she's throwing up, so I don't really know what to do. Her asthma has been acting up, however, and we're getting closer and closer to allergy season, so I might take her into the doctor tomorrow to see if there's anything else that's wrong. But I'm REALLY keeping my fingers crossed that we can get through this winter without anymore sickness!
- Which leads me to my buried lead. While driving home from work this evening, Scott called me and told me that he was having some chest pains and shortness of breath and that he thought he should go to the ER to get it checked out. NOT the kind of call anyone likes to get, but so far, things look okay. Traffic was really bad, so he didn't end up getting to the hospital until around 7 PM. As of right now, his EKG and chest X-ray have both come back normal and his first set of blood work came back looking good. They'll do another round of blood work in about 20 minutes, and if that comes back normal then he'll be able to come home. They've given him some pain meds and that seems to be helping, so we're hoping that it's just a muscle spasm type thing and not anything more serious like a heart attack.
And there you have it. Just another Manic Monday? Let's hope the rest of the week is less eventful.


















