Friday, July 14, 2006

I have nice kids

I found Brendan sucking on a piece of broken glass today. It was a baby food jar that Dani had been using for a money jar. Somehow, someone had broken it and never informed an adult so taht the mess could be cleaned up. He appeared to only cut the corner of his mouth and maybe his gums. I got the doctor on the phone who suggested we find all the broken pieces and make sure none were missing -- none were, though that didn't stop me from sticking my finger way back into his mouth and gagging him to make sure his throat wasn't bleeding. At first Dani was more concerned about the whereabouts of her money than with her brother's condition, but after we confirmed that he was ok, she came up to me with big, teary eyes and asked, "Is Brenny going to die?? I don't want him to die." Poor sweet little girl.... and little boy.


We stupidly went running today around 3:00. It was in the upper 80s and the humidity was disgusting. Yet, we loaded Brendan, Evan and Dani into the jogging strollers and got Emily on her bike and headed out. About 2 minutes into the run, I asked Jay if we could turn around and go run on the treadmill -- he said we had already gone to the trouble of getting the kids ready so just finish the run. Tough guy. Emily does not enjoy these runs very much. 30 minutes of bike riding usually tires her out pretty good, but today she did great. There was a little whining at first, but she finished strong. By the end, Jay and I were drenched and tired, but Emily whizzed ahead of us and got into the house while we were still at the end of our street. When I came in, I found a big glass of ice water on the counter next to a paper which read "For Mom." Another sweet girl.


Tonight after movie night, we played for a while and got a little wild. At one point Brendan stepped on my hair, being a little hyper, I made a bigger deal out if it than needed to be, yelling and carrying on. The big kids thought it was funny, Brendan didn't. Scared him a bit, started crying. For the rest of our playtime, anytime one of the kids shrieked, he would start to cry. One time Emily said, "Aww, Mom, he's looking at me with those big glimmering eyes. Glimmering with tears...." Funny girl too, even if unintentionally.

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