The One Where Cash Puked in My Hands at Hy-Vee

Isn’t motherhood awesome? 

Yeah, he gagged on a fortune cookie, then began to puke.  It was awesome. 

And I decided to catch it all.  In my hands.  Even more awesome. 

Why did I feel like I needed to catch it in my hands?  Not sure.  I mean, is that a normal reaction?  I guess I just didn’t want there to be a big mess and have people be totally grossed out by me and my boy.  But, most likely I didn’t want it to splatter on my new boots.  My subconscious feels very strongly about boots.  It loves them.  Either way, I was left standing in aisle 12 with a double handful of puke. 

And I couldn’t go anywhere, my arms were useless, and I didn’t want to leave a trail.  I was paralyzed with my double handful of puke. 

There was an unassuming elderly man that witnessed the whole thing go down.  Or come out, rather.  He asked if he should go get some help.  Um, yes please.   

I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Still HOLDING THE PUKE.  Protecting Hy-Vee’s floor.  Protecting the boots. 

He later returned with A NAPKIN! And then he just placed it on top of my hands.  I could tell he wished his arms were longer and he didn’t have to get so close to me and my double handful of puke. 

But A SINGLE NAPKIN!?  Seriously!?  I was cupping a double handful of puke, and now there was a napkin gently resting on top of it.  How is this any better? 

The guy then turned and walked away super quickly.  I can’t blame him.  He didn’t want to help the strange lady that catches her kid’s puke.  He was just in the wrong aisle at the wrong time and felt obligated to help.  Even if it was just throwing a single napkin at me.

I could only laugh about how ridiculous I looked. 

Eventually an employee came to my rescue, and all was well.

Except for the fact that now, three hours later, after 10 handwashings, and a shower…. I still can’t get that puke smell off my hands.  

That’s just the awesomeness of motherhood, I guess. 

Trying to Move

We’re still trying to move, we thought today would be the day, but the beautiful snow ruined our plans.

  It was a light snow, but enough to get school canceled.   And I tend to be less productive when I have two little superheroes creating chaos all around.  So we’ll wait another day or two.  We needed the extra time to finish prepping the house anyway. 

Plus, when school gets cancelled, it’s tradition to have time for extra snuggles and a fancy breakfast. 

Snuggles beat moving boxes every time.  

We’ve pretty much finished painting every surface in the house, and I am quite pleased with how it has turned out.  In addition, we changed out most of the light fixtures, light switches, and outlets, so things look a lot fresher.  I’m anxious to get our things in there and show you some before and after pics.  Yippee, that’ll be fun. 

Doin’ Work

With every spare minute we have, we’re doin’ work. 

At the new house.  It’s exhausting.

 

We’ve packed up, donated, put in storage, cleaned up, and on and on. 

 

And now, we’re painting. 

A lot. 

Every square inch. 

Walls, trim, cabinets, ceilings, doors, and the glorious wood paneling.

Nothing will be left untouched. 

 

Hallelujah for our helpers.   

A Valentine For You

 

if you’re in Jagger’s class, that is. 

I 100% ripped this idea from someone else that was kind enough to share their creativity online.   Thank goodness for the interwebs. 

A Shout Out

Even though he can’t really read, I just want to give a shout out to my awesome helper.

  When I wanted to quit, he kept cheering me on.

 

The driveway is 2/3 clear.  And hopefully tomorrow morning , my (lack of) muscles will let me finish the job. 

And fingers are crossed that daddy gets to come home then too!

Tuesday Views

Hi there.  How was your weekend? 

We were all over the place for ours.  The boys spent quality time with their grandparents in Kansas.  Grant was on a ski getaway in Vail, and still is trapped there, actually.  And I got to be in the 75 degree heat of Austin, Texas with some awesome girlfriends.

It seems like the weekend greatness came to an abrupt stop now that I am stuck in the house, for what looks like the next three or four days. 

But I am stuck with two handsome little boys, and a stocked kitchen, so really there aren’t any complaints. 

 

Just lots of hot chocolate, and playing, and movies, and popcorn, and forts, and artwork, and world-wide-inter-webbing… all while staying in our pjs. 

 

Except for Cash.  He likes to change clothes every hour or so. 

 

And actually, I say there aren’t any complaints, but really it’s only been one day.  Day two and three may present a different story.