Saturday morning I was taking my time getting out of bed and Savannah was being such a good big sister and made all the kids some Instant Breakfast chocolate milk. (This is normal for school mornings but not Saturday.) She included Tanner in that menu. She poured him his soy milk but failed to realize that the instant breakfast chocolate mix has powdered milk in it. Jon and I, when we make choc. milk for TJ, make it with NesQuik. Both yellow containers with blue lids.
TJ, oblivious to all of that, drinks his choc. milk and then started to have throat issues. I think it was mostly itchy but getting mucus-y. I don't believe it was bad enough to start swelling shut. Seeing as how I was having my bowl of cereal, (and also oblivious to the mistake) I was multi-tasking and checking email when TJ came to me. He said, "Mommy, my throat hurts. I was trying to get a drink of water but my throat keeps distracting me." It was from there that I had to play detective and got it all sorted out. After a dose of Zyrtec and several sneezing fits he was fine...no more distracting.
Showing posts with label Things the kids say. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Things the kids say. Show all posts
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
S.O.S.
A couple months ago on a Sunday some of the kids didn't feel perfect and wanted to stay home from church. My calling being a Nursery teacher, I need to be there so Jon stayed home with the "sick" kids. Apparently he told them that if they stayed home, they had to stay in bed.
Jon headed back to church when it ended since he is the financial clerk and still needed to do his job. When I got home none of them looked nor acted sick. At least not sick enough to stay home. I found this note that Savannah wrote.
Jon headed back to church when it ended since he is the financial clerk and still needed to do his job. When I got home none of them looked nor acted sick. At least not sick enough to stay home. I found this note that Savannah wrote.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Savannah-ism
Savannah doesn't have a lot of "quotables" since she's a ripe old age of 9 3/4 , but this one made me laugh.
The other morning Ethan was by my bedside telling me that he had woken up breathing through his mouth because his nose was stuffy. Savannah had also come in and said, "I hate breathing through my mouth. That's why I never want to go scuba diving."
I had to laugh...and share.
The other morning Ethan was by my bedside telling me that he had woken up breathing through his mouth because his nose was stuffy. Savannah had also come in and said, "I hate breathing through my mouth. That's why I never want to go scuba diving."
I had to laugh...and share.
Monday, October 6, 2008
4 Year-Old Imaginations
I just have to share the little conversation I had with Tanner a few minutes ago; it gave me quite a chuckle.
A little explanation as to why we were having the conversation though... As we were leaving to take Savannah and Ethan to school I noticed that the access door for the garage was open about 8 inches, letting in the crisp cold air into the garage. Frustrated I asked, "Who left the door open?" Savannah is quick to blame Ethan, saying that she told him he needed to lift up on the handle to be able to close it tight. (It IS quite hard to do.) So, I close it tight and off to school we go.
When we come back and I'm going up the stairs to the landing, I notice the bag of kitchen trash that was set there 2 days ago is missing a cornbread muffin wrapper. There is a nice small hole in the bag where it was fished out and crumbs trailing from the bag to the wrapper. It obviously has to be the work of some kind of animal.
As I was doing all of my thinking out loud, I made my way into the house to set my keys down. I then said, "It could have been a cat, or maybe a rat, (Tanner starts to get a smile on his face-I thought maybe because I rhymed) or a mouse." I shivered on the inside at the thought. Tanner quickly announced what he thought could have done it: "Or maybe a donkey!" Apparently he didn't think any of my suggestions would be able to open a door.
A little explanation as to why we were having the conversation though... As we were leaving to take Savannah and Ethan to school I noticed that the access door for the garage was open about 8 inches, letting in the crisp cold air into the garage. Frustrated I asked, "Who left the door open?" Savannah is quick to blame Ethan, saying that she told him he needed to lift up on the handle to be able to close it tight. (It IS quite hard to do.) So, I close it tight and off to school we go.
When we come back and I'm going up the stairs to the landing, I notice the bag of kitchen trash that was set there 2 days ago is missing a cornbread muffin wrapper. There is a nice small hole in the bag where it was fished out and crumbs trailing from the bag to the wrapper. It obviously has to be the work of some kind of animal.
As I was doing all of my thinking out loud, I made my way into the house to set my keys down. I then said, "It could have been a cat, or maybe a rat, (Tanner starts to get a smile on his face-I thought maybe because I rhymed) or a mouse." I shivered on the inside at the thought. Tanner quickly announced what he thought could have done it: "Or maybe a donkey!" Apparently he didn't think any of my suggestions would be able to open a door.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Excuses
Kids can come up with any excuse as to why they do or don't do something. This morning after taking Savannah and Ethan to school Tanner got out of the van on the passenger side but didn't close the door. There isn't any easier way to close the doors on this van--you push a little button on the inside right next to the door and it does the work for you. Easy, right? This was the second or third time he's done that recently so I asked him today why he doesn't push the button to close the door. He said, "When I push the button it makes my legs tired."
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