Everyday Jace starts his day by asking "does Nanny have to work today?"  He is not accustomed the fact that she no longer works.  His next question is, "Does Nanny feel better today?"  It is almost heartbreaking to hear his wee-little voice ask about his Nanny's health.  At the ripe age of 3, I know he really doesn't understand. 

Mom had her first treatment today and since they told her she would probably be sick about 24 hours after the treatments.  So, since Walker had baseball, she opted to allow Jace to come to her house as we've done in recent weeks.  Either way, I doubt that this can continue for a long long time. 

She apparently had played enough and needed to rest so she asked Jace to turn on the oxygen machine and bring her the hoses.  He did.  She sat for a short time in the chair, watching him play with his blocks. 

She asked him to come sit in her lap for a little while and snuggle.  He looked at her and quickly responded, "not til you take that tang outta ya nose".  Mom said she had to take it out too, he wasn't giving up any snuggle time until she removed the oxygen tubing.

See, I told you, he totally didn't understand.

For the first time ever, and I mean, in their entire life, my boys have an ear infection.  FIRST.TIME.EVER.

Jace has a horrible temper.  I have an uncle that endured a childhood tale of himself because he too had a temper.  The tale on him is that he would get mad and throw things.  Even as he got a bit older, he would get mad and even throw the change from his pockets.  He didn't care who or what he hit, just quarters and nickels and times going everywhere.  Well, Jace most definitely had that temper.

Today when the nurse swabbed his throat, I warned her that he had a bad gag reflex.  And, because of that, she didn't get a good swab the first time because she was afraid he was going to throw-up on her.  Well, I had to almost lay on him to get a good swab.  I had to lay on him and then drape my arms across his head.  In return, he closed his mouth, lips tight and wouldn't open up.  Finally, he cried and she got the swab in his mouth but that's it.  He bit down on the swab stick.  He cried out again and she got the swab. 

But at what expense?  A mad mad kid.  I handed him a Kleenex and told him to wipe his nose.  And so, the temper flared and he wanted something to throw.  So, the most obvious thing to throw is what you already have in your hand, right?  Boy was he pissed when he made his best flinging effort toward the floor with the Kleenex and it floated to the floor.

If you could have seen his face.....priceless....I started laughing and eventually, he did too.  But, he really did try hard to fling a piece of tissue.

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Tonight the boys were fighting the whole idea of going to bed.  See...the previous post.....Anyway, Jace was sent to his room.  He kept sneaking out and trying to crawl past up back into my bedroom.  Here's what we found when he gave up the fight.

Poor guy!

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Scene:  Walker and my mom playing match.  My cousin that's one year younger than me watching.  Mom turns to look at cousin and say something.

Walker:  since you weren't looking, I just took two turns

Cousin:  Yep, that's Jerri Ann's kid

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Scene:  Trying to get the boys ready for bed.

Me:  Jace, go into your room and get a pull-up

(Jace teeters down the hall a short piece, turns and comes back.)

Me:  Jace, GO GET TO YOUR ROOM AND GET A PULL-UP!

Jace: it's dark in there

Cousin:  Yep, that's Jerri Ann's kid

Side note:  I hate the dark.  I was terrified as a child and even when I graduated from high school, I would go to bed before my dad so he could come turn the light off.  Now, as an adult, when I go to bed, I go to bed and ask Wayne to come "tuck me in" under the pretense that HE turns the light off, not me.

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Scene:  I'm busily working on February lesson plans for the daycare.  One of the themes is "transportation".  And, I'm hunting coloring pages of cars to print out.  The boys are in bed but routinely get up to tell us something or another.  We send them back to bed and tell them good night and that we love them.  Tonight, Jace gets up under the pretense that he need to "tell you I wuv you".  We both indulge him, once, twice, three times.  About the fifth time...

Jace:  I need to tell you I wuv you

Wayne:  I love you to Jace, now go to bed

Jace:  Mommy, I wuv you

Me:  Jace, I love you too, now go get in the car.

(Wayne snickering)

Jace:  Mommy, I wuv you

Me:  Jace, I love you too, now go get in the ....ca...no the bed!

(Wayne laughs hysterically).

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Scene:  Yesterday I met my sweet husband for a lunch.  It was pretty cool.  We are seeing hard times at the daycare have even entertained the idea of selling.  We eat at the newest Chinese buffet in town.  We talk daycare and money the whole time.  We open our cookies.

Me: Oh Brother (reading to myself):  "Fight for it.  You will come out on the top."

Wayne: What?

Me:  Nothing, you open yours

Wayne rolling his eyes

Me:  What?  It can't be any worse than mine.

he hands it over

Me: reading his "Fight for it.  You will come out on the top."

I throw it in the air, he looks at it and almost spits cookie all over me. 

All I have to say is NOW FREAKIN WAY!

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Happy Birthday to Walker

And just for your bloggy-goodness, look at this kid too...

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