reminder from my girl.

On Sunday i went with my little girl to Canadian Tire.

While driving there i told her i just needed to return an item.

she asked me if she could stay in the car while i did that.

i told her no she had to come in with me.

"but you're just bringing that back and i can wait here for you."

i told her she wasn't allowed to wait in the car by herself.

she wouldn't be by herself. "i have lammie"

i told her lammie isn't an adult.

"but i have lammie and God."

my initial thought was god doesn't count.

she has a stuffed lamb whose name is god.  

that's right. 

a lamb named god.

"do you mean you have lammie and god your lamb?"

she laughed and told me no.  

she meant God, God.  

she proceeded to tell me that with lammie and God in the car with her she should be allowed to stay.

God is with her every where she goes.

He watches over her.

and takes care of her.

she told me then that no matter what God is with her.

"i can't hide from God."

i asked her if Jonah tried to run away from God.

"yeah, but he forgot that you can't run away from God, because God is already there. 

He sees you everywhere."

*there was more to the conversation, about the police, and about having an adult with her..

but those were the key points.*

thank you for the reminder little one.

-she forgot about her argument.  she did come in with me.-

vomit

i was so sick of vomit this week.

i have a boy.

he's now missed a whole week of school.

it all began sunday.  

very early on Monday to be more accurate.

our boy yelled 

"i'm going to throw up!"

dan threw off the covers, 

ran downstairs, 

through the living room, 

throwing open the boy's bedroom door, 

climbed the ladder to the loft bed, 

help the boy get down...

then carried him rapidly to the bathroom.  

threw open the toilet lid/seat.

nope.  

nothing.

brought him back to his bed.

he slept the rest of the night.

in the morning i went to wake him and see if he'd be up for school, 

since nothing actually happened that night.

he was barely coherent.

i decided to let him sleep and keep him home..better safe than sorry.

called the school's safe arrival line:

"my son...in this class...will not be there today, as he's home sick.  

if he feels better later on i'll bring him to school." 

he slept til 9.  then he came out to the couch.

the vomit started at noon.

he hadn't eaten breakfast but was drinking lots.

i had a friend who was able to come watch him, and the girl, while i ran out for groceries.

he had thrown up 2 times when i left..

4 times while i was gone.  

not a good day for the little guy.

he went to sleep on the futon in the livingroom for the night.

i honestly don't know how many times i was down with him in that night.

sometimes to throw up, others just feeling like it.

tuesday:

"hello, my son..in this class..will not be there today, as he's home sick still."

another long day.

lots of water going in.

vomit going out.

sleeping.

kids cbc.

repeat.

that night i put a mattress on his floor and he slept there.

i think i was down about 6 times through the night.

wednesday:

"hello, my son..in this class..will not be there today, as he's still home sick."

another long day.

lots of water going in.

vomit going out..

but not as many...in fact i would think we were done...then ...."i'm going to be sick!"

sleeping.

"I can't sleeeep!"

kids cbc.

**by the way, his sister was great over these days.  

big help, listened well.  prayed Jesus would make him better.**

i slept on the futon with him.

i say slept.  

i think we both slept from about 3:30 - 6.

his stomach was so not good.  

he hadn't eaten since sometime Sunday.

he had the constant vomitous feeling.

he drank a lot, thankfully.

then at about 3:30 he vomited.  

some on me.

some on him.

most in the bowl.

after, he fell asleep almost immediately.

thursday:

"hello, my son..in this class..will not be there today.  he's still sick."

i showered.

he wouldn't eat.

he felt like he was going to throw up constantly.

he was half asleep all day.

so groggy and weak.

he had definitely lost weight.

he wasn't drinking so much now either.

grandma came by with applesauce and a fun sticker book for the sickie (and his sister to share)

after lunch a friend came and picked up the girl for the afternoon.   

thank you.

i had a strange conversation with the boy.

about some animals. from school...

he seemed to be in a dream state.

i was taking him to emerg.

he was dehydrated.  

all the water he had drank was vomited out.

and he hadn't eaten since sunday.

i took him in.

he cried while we were waiting.

"i feel better mommy.  i want to go home."

i didn't believe him.  well not both statements.

we got to see the nurse.

then we went to wait in the next waiting room.

he fell asleep on me.

we were called in, brought to a room.

asked the same questions again.

he got to lay on a bed with a warm blanket.

then the medical student came in.

got asked similar and new questions.

sickie got checked out.

then the doctor came in.

they were going to give him some medicine to settle his stomach.

then they'd start getting some liquids into him orally.

and we waited.

the pill was brought.

he fought it.

he fought the drink - spilled some.

i think one teeny tiny sip got into him.

he drank a couple sips of dan's Tim Horton's Apple Juice.

then fought any more.

he had a sip of his water bottle and fought any more.

dan brought the girl home to get her ready for bed.

the doctor told me that he wasn't too worried about the boy.

that he wasn't too far along with dehydration.

he didn't want to have to do an iv unless it was necessary.

so he figured now that the stomach was settled the boy would be able to begin drinking and eating in a more comfortable setting of home.

we could go.

seriously?

so away we went.

with my boy telling me he would drink and eat now.

i wouldn't believe it until i saw it.

this morning:

the boy slept through the night.  yay.

"hello, my son..in this class..will not be there today.  he's still sick."

grandma came and got the girl for the day. 

thank you.

he had 2 cheerios, with water to wash them down.

he had a couple bites of applesauce. 

some sips of water.

is watching kids shows on tv.

i have in total given him 6 bites of applesauce.

he is drinking his water...small, slow sips.

he doesn't want to go to the hospital again.

thats my week.

on tuesday i was feeling crappy.

i was feeling sorry for myself.

i was tired.

i had to run to the store after dan got home.

i ran into a girl i had worked at the bank with back before i had the boy.

we hadn't seen each other since then.

we were talking about what was going on with life.

i mentioned that my boy was at home with the flu.

during the conversation she mentioned that her husband had cancer.

they've been married 3 years..today.

the first round of chemo didn't work.

he's now in the hospital for 3 weeks to receive a stronger dose.

it's only a couple doses right at the beginning, but then he's admitted for about 3 weeks because he needs to recover from it.

wow.  

it made me refocus.

my attitude when taking care of my little boy was definitely altered.

he wasn't a frustration.

he is my boy, my first born, i'm his mommy.

i can take care of him. i love him.

Kindergarten. round 2: the girl.

oh my little one.

you are 4 

(and a month..almost)

you are already older then your brother was when he started Junior Kindergarten.

yet, you don't go until September.

Yesterday we went to the Ready for Kindergarten day.

you were so excited.

you were going to go on your first - ever- school bus ride.

you had hoped Elijah's bus driver would be driving.  

but when i told you she wouldn't be, you accepted it without any problems.

when we arrived you very quietly,

so quiet i could barely hear,

said your name.

you couldn't remember the school name except for Public school.

i helped you out by adding the first part.

then you got it.

the backpack.

a HUGE...pink Backpack!

i think the fact that you just stared at it confused the lady showing you it - 

she proceeded to ask if maybe you had wanted a blue one instead.

which, of course, you quickly shook your head and reached out for it.

yes, my dear, it is yours!

we met up with Andrew, his brothers and mom.

you two were standing with your crazy-huge backpacks on.

you looked way too small to be starting school in a few months.

we went out to wait for the school bus.

your eyes were so big and bright as it pulled up.

in line you followed the other kids onto the bus, accepting help with the steps.

you and andrew were going to sit together.

front seat.

i sat behind you.

the two of you just chatted while the bus was driving.

you looked for our church as we passed it. 

no fear of being on it with no car seat.  or seatbelt.

just two friends chatting, watching out the window, riding a school bus - no biggie.

while going around to check out the other displays you were so hyper.

you took your shoes off and ran around.

when you were asked what school you'd be going to you said the name confidently.

sad to leave, but we had to my dear.

next month we'll be going to your actual school for an intro to kindergarten night.

i'm not telling you about that yet.

oh, my little one.

you were a baby not too long ago.

you want to go to school

you wanted to go the day you turned 4.

please wait a little longer.

i am excited to see you go to school, to learn, to play, to make friends...

but not yet.

you're still my little one.

from the mouths of babes

i have 2 kids.

i adore them.

when they pray i can't help but smile.

my heart has a tightening, my throat constricts..

*no i am not having a heart attack or an allergic reaction.*

i am holding back tears.

pure joy as a parent who loves God and is listening to my children speak to God with love.

at the beginning of January both kids asked Jesus to come live in their hearts with them. 

http://mquigg-justbeingmyself.blogspot.ca/2013/01/il-divo-amazing-grace.html

since then my son has added a part to his regular prayer.

original prayer:

"dear Jesus

thank you for the food.

thank you for the sunshine.

amen."

now: 

"dear Jesus

thank you for the food

and the sunshine.

thank you that you love us 

thank you that you know us."

at night he gets a little more personal, usually.

a couple nights ago:

"dear Jesus 

thank you for the food

and the sunshine

thank you that you love us

thank you that you know us

thank you that you made us

thank you that you made the world

thank you that you made space so the world has somewhere to float."

we had just been at 2 birthday parties over the weekend.

last night - 

"dear Jesus

thank you for the food

and the sunshine

thank you that you love us 

and that you know us.

thank you that you made us born so we could have birthdays

so we could grow up."

my boy was up in the night feeling sick.

it was just me and my girl for breakfast.

she wanted to be the one to pray, so i reminded her to pray for her brother.

"dear jesus

thank you for the food and the sunshine 

(yes, she's adopted her brother's prayer)

thank you please help elijah feel better.

amen"

so simple.

so clear.

i love it.

solar-charged nite lites

September or 2012 my friend posted this blog entry

http://iamstricklyspeaking.blogspot.ca/2012/09/powers-out-friday-links.html

in it there was a link to 'A CUTE DIY'.

i loved the idea.

i wanted mason jar solar lights.

so i finally found garden lights at the dollar store.

i bought one and made my first mason jar solar light.

i put glass stones in the bottom for decoration

and some yarn to wrap around the top.

this was taken on a full moon - with no flash.  it didn't go green until i took the picture.

then..

 the other day...

 i had a new idea for this mason jar craft.

i was going to make the kids solar powered night lights!

off to the dollar store i headed.

found pink and a green garden lights.

i found the jars i was going to use.

and made handles out of some wire i had.

and...

tada!

the kids carry these into their rooms at bedtime.

they stay lit all night long

and in the morning the kids bring them back out to the dining room table to charge for the day.

**thank you V for your great links.. i miss those entries, i hope you start them again when things settle down.**

check her out at www.iamstricklyspeaking.blogspot.ca 

slacking

so.

i've been slacking in my Tough Mudder training.

not in my running..

but everything else.

i got sick.

dan got sick.

i made excuses.

i ran when i was sick, but nothing else.

i'm building up my running distance.

i have been running since the beginning of January.

i don't like running - i've told you that before.

the other day 

(ok, in reality it was a couple weeks ago)

when we did our usual "what was your favorite part of the day?" question i shocked my husband.

"my run." 

he never thought he'd hear that from my mouth.

but i honestly did enjoy my run.

i had done my best time for 4 km.

over the winter i ran outside.

i did the indoor track once

i hated it.

i enjoy running outside.

one of the many winter runs was cold. 

snowy. 

windy.

while i was running i was tired.

cold.

my face was getting wind burned.

maybe it was the snow blowing around me.

maybe i just hated running.

but i came to the conclusion that...

wait for it...

...

...

I was ROCKY!

that's right.

I was in the middle of Russia.

training to do the impossible.

beat Ivan Drago.

i wish i had the training determination Rocky had.

(but i guess Tough Mudder (my Ivan Drago) didn't kill my best friend and mentor.)

*i did carry a small tree out of the bush on the weekend. * 

i need the music.

i ran this morning (and what a beautiful winter day it was...oh..it's spring)

and ran my best time.

33:14 for 5km.  

(remember, i'm also planning to run a 10km race in June)

so.. 

i need to get my Rocky butt in gear.

i need to get my hands on the makeshift monkey bars dan put up for me 

(a ladder on the basement ceiling)

..i need to get climbing.

get running up our back hill...carrying a kid or a log.  

i need to be doing everything i can.  

Tough Mudder I have one last thing to say to you:

i must break you.