Matt's ear was really hurting him so we got a dr. appt for the morning. All he wanted to do that morning was sit in front of the tv with a blanket, and he kept asking me to come hold him. . . that is a Defiinte sign that he wasn't feeling well. I told him we would go to the doctor and she would give us some medicine to help it feel better, and he was surprisingly very excited about that. I guess the fear of the doctor was no competition for the pain he was in. I sent Alaina with a friend to a swim party and the two boys and I headed off to the doctor with plenty of time to spare. Until we were about a block away from our destination. I heard Matt's little voice from way in the back seat say, "Mom, I have to throw up." Matt has always been so good about telling us when he has to throw, plenty of warning to get him to the toilet or the sink. . .I was sure I had time to get to the side of the road, which I promptly did. But alas, there was no holding back on his part, and I could hear the disaster from the front seat. The poor boy was covered, COVERED, in it. Not a dry piece of clothing. . .even his diaper had chunks in it. So I stripped him down, while calling the dr. office to let them know I would be a bit behind schedule (they were so ornery. . . told me I couldn't be more than 15 minutes late, luckily we were just around the corner). 
Then as I was trying to console my sick, sad and naked little boy and change his diaper at the same time. . . the darn thing broke, I ripped the veclro tab right off! So now I have a diaperless, naked, vomiting little boy, and a really stinky car.Needless to say we did get to the doctor on time, Matthew was adorned in an overly large and fairly used Quiznos shirt (which he was embarrassed to be in, but was greatful that Daddy took time out of his busy day to come rescue us in true hero fashion) and a diaper which hung loosely around one leg. What a zoo! I looked like the mother of the year to be sure. But 20 minutes later, and a few tears to boot, we had a prescription and a promise of a much better feeling ear in a few days. "But No Swimming For a Week" said the doctor. (Not if you have Chuck for a daddy!) The rule has been no head under the water. . . He would be miserable without the pool.
$98 dollar miracle ear healing solution! (Worth it to see a smile on his face again)
Ok, I have never been too terribly in to the whole Halloween thing, especially not when compared to Denise, who is absolutey amazing when it comes to all things Halloween and party related. Her talent has piqued my interest! And isn't that what talent should be all about anyway? Ya know, doing something you love and are good at, which in turn helps others see things in a new and exciting way? So Denise, your talent has touched me! Even if it does bring me to this gorgeously gruesome grist!
And Denise. . . I soo wish I lived closer to you. . . I would so be in line with you for both movies. . .that is if you would have me.
Think I am going to attempt to make my own version of these. Matt has been enthralled with imagining that monsters are under his bed or in the closets, worth foes for him and his trusty sword. (Whilst he slept, Alaina insisted we purchase it for him as we were leaving Seaworld not too long ago. It was sweet, I thought she had changed her mind from a safe and sensible purchase of a stuffed Shamu. When she told me she wanted a bulky plastic sword I was adamant that she was not getting that. . . she broke down in tears. Finally, frustrated and frazzled she was able to explain to her dumb mommy that she wanted to get it for Matt. Now that made sense).
So anyway, maybe surprising him these will add a few more minutes of entertainment to his already extravagant role playing adventure. O how I wish I could be swept swiftly away by a brave knight to my yesteryear with only monsters, dragons and evil witches hiding dauntingly in the dark corners of my closet to battle.
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