Driving in the car this afternoon Fisher says "Mom! Tess doesn't have her buckles on!!" (I know, bad mommy for not checking before I left the store)
I, in my scolding voice, say "Tess you need to get your buckles on or the police will put Mommy in jail!!"
Fisher adds "and we'll never ever get to see her again!"
Then Case puts this in: "Unless we give the officer some money."
Because, ya know, Jarad and I bribe the cops ALL THE TIME! What?? Where did he get that one?
Monday, April 5, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Barf O Rama
Anyone remember the Barf O Rama in Stand By Me, way back in the day? (Click Here if you want to refresh your memory)
Well, that was The Curti Household earlier this week. No kidding.
Monday night all was calm on the Curti front. Until...
10 p.m. Jarad and I had just settled down and were about to turn out the lights. Tess starts crying hysterically in her bed. I go in and scoop her up, only to feel the chunks in her long blonde tresses. Yum. She had lost it all over her bed (thankfully the bottom bunk).
10:30 Tess is showered and clean, bedding stripped and a temporary bed -- complete with a bucket in case she can't make it to the toilet -- is made on my bedroom floor so I can keep an eye on her. No sooner do we turn out the light than we hear Emma start coughing (which for us is a sure sign that it's comin' up). I walk into her room and she's sitting at the top of her loft-bed ladder, facing away from her bed with throw-up running down her shirt, her legs, the ladder, her desktop (and ALL the random stuff on it) and the floor. Oh, did I mention it had also hit Fisher's bed, Fisher's ladder, Fisher's reading area underneath his bed, the blinds, the wall... Well, you get the picture. If you're not joining the Barf O Rama by now, read on.
12:30 a.m. Emma is showered and cleaned up. We've cleaned up her bed, shampooed her carpet and Jarad has preemptively placed barf buckets on each of the boys' beds, and next to his own. Just in case. We finally go back to bed.
... Emma continues dry heaving every 20 to 30 minutes for FOUR HOURS ...
4:00 a.m. Case comes in to use the bathroom in our room. Of course he has to come over to tell me he went to the bathroom, so I ask him how his tummy feels. It's fine. I tell him that Dad has put a bucket on his bed in case he feels yucky. Fifteen minutes later I hear Case crying. I go into his room to find him on all fours on his bed, heaving into the bucket.
WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
So I have three sick kids at home. I cancel my appointments for the day and tend to them. Until noon when I start in on it. Seriously! Thankfully Emma was already feeling better and no one threw up anymore once I started getting sick.
THEN on Wednesday, just when we think everyone is feeling better (it had been since well before noon that any of the kids had been sick), we send Tess and Case to our beloved babysitter Christy for the day, only to have them throw up again.
When I say Barf O Rama, I am not kidding!Thank Heaven for Jarad who took the day off on Wednesday to take care of the twins and help me recover too. What a week!
Well, that was The Curti Household earlier this week. No kidding.
Monday night all was calm on the Curti front. Until...
10 p.m. Jarad and I had just settled down and were about to turn out the lights. Tess starts crying hysterically in her bed. I go in and scoop her up, only to feel the chunks in her long blonde tresses. Yum. She had lost it all over her bed (thankfully the bottom bunk).
10:30 Tess is showered and clean, bedding stripped and a temporary bed -- complete with a bucket in case she can't make it to the toilet -- is made on my bedroom floor so I can keep an eye on her. No sooner do we turn out the light than we hear Emma start coughing (which for us is a sure sign that it's comin' up). I walk into her room and she's sitting at the top of her loft-bed ladder, facing away from her bed with throw-up running down her shirt, her legs, the ladder, her desktop (and ALL the random stuff on it) and the floor. Oh, did I mention it had also hit Fisher's bed, Fisher's ladder, Fisher's reading area underneath his bed, the blinds, the wall... Well, you get the picture. If you're not joining the Barf O Rama by now, read on.
12:30 a.m. Emma is showered and cleaned up. We've cleaned up her bed, shampooed her carpet and Jarad has preemptively placed barf buckets on each of the boys' beds, and next to his own. Just in case. We finally go back to bed.
... Emma continues dry heaving every 20 to 30 minutes for FOUR HOURS ...
4:00 a.m. Case comes in to use the bathroom in our room. Of course he has to come over to tell me he went to the bathroom, so I ask him how his tummy feels. It's fine. I tell him that Dad has put a bucket on his bed in case he feels yucky. Fifteen minutes later I hear Case crying. I go into his room to find him on all fours on his bed, heaving into the bucket.
WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
So I have three sick kids at home. I cancel my appointments for the day and tend to them. Until noon when I start in on it. Seriously! Thankfully Emma was already feeling better and no one threw up anymore once I started getting sick.
THEN on Wednesday, just when we think everyone is feeling better (it had been since well before noon that any of the kids had been sick), we send Tess and Case to our beloved babysitter Christy for the day, only to have them throw up again.
When I say Barf O Rama, I am not kidding!Thank Heaven for Jarad who took the day off on Wednesday to take care of the twins and help me recover too. What a week!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Catching Up
A post-St. Patrick's Day limerick for you to enjoy...
There once was a mommy named Kate
Whose blog was neglected of late
So some pictures she'll post
Of her kiddos she'll boast
And bring this darn thing up to date
January:
Jarad usually grows his beard during the winter holidays, then shaves some ugly 'stache before he goes totally clean shaven. This year his "hideous moustache" (as the kids dubbed it) stuck around a little too long. So the kids wanted to show him how hideous he looked, donning hideous moustaches of their own...
February:
Tess took a Little Princess Ballet class last month. It was too cute. I have a cute video of the recital they did to "A Spoon Full of Sugar" where Tess gets stuck on one dance move and one poor little girl unwittingly becomes the whip in an unintentional game of crack the whip...
March:
Earlier this month we did our "Give a Day Get a Disney Day" service project. For Family Home Evening we put together boxes full of teacher supplies for Treasures for Teachers. Each box had a handwritten thank-you note from our kids. My only regret is telling Case that we're going to Disneyland. Every day he wakes up and asks if this is the day we're going to Disneyland. Ugh, only three more months of that question!
Crazy Hair Day came around again and this time I was prepared. No more black cream face makeup left over from Halloween. Nope, we went NEON this time.
And of course the twins had to be just like "The Guys" (what we call the older kids).
Spring Break!
Last week we took a little day trip down to Catalina State Park near Tucson to do a little hiking.
Here are the happy kiddos at the beginning of the hike
We soon came to a creek we had to cross. After a few tries, Fisher was the first to get across. Thankfully Jarad had waterproof hiking boots on!
Tess was our mapster... she kept stopping and drawing in the dirt with a stick, saying she had to figure out where we were, and that she was drawing us a map. She'll make a great navigator when she grows up!
We finally gave in and let the kids just play in the water. Everyone had fun, the car was covered in wet sand and all the kids fell asleep on the drive home. That's a successful day in my book.
There once was a mommy named Kate
Whose blog was neglected of late
So some pictures she'll post
Of her kiddos she'll boast
And bring this darn thing up to date
January:
Jarad usually grows his beard during the winter holidays, then shaves some ugly 'stache before he goes totally clean shaven. This year his "hideous moustache" (as the kids dubbed it) stuck around a little too long. So the kids wanted to show him how hideous he looked, donning hideous moustaches of their own...
February:
Tess took a Little Princess Ballet class last month. It was too cute. I have a cute video of the recital they did to "A Spoon Full of Sugar" where Tess gets stuck on one dance move and one poor little girl unwittingly becomes the whip in an unintentional game of crack the whip...
March:
Earlier this month we did our "Give a Day Get a Disney Day" service project. For Family Home Evening we put together boxes full of teacher supplies for Treasures for Teachers. Each box had a handwritten thank-you note from our kids. My only regret is telling Case that we're going to Disneyland. Every day he wakes up and asks if this is the day we're going to Disneyland. Ugh, only three more months of that question!
Crazy Hair Day came around again and this time I was prepared. No more black cream face makeup left over from Halloween. Nope, we went NEON this time.
And of course the twins had to be just like "The Guys" (what we call the older kids).
Spring Break!
Last week we took a little day trip down to Catalina State Park near Tucson to do a little hiking.
Here are the happy kiddos at the beginning of the hike
We soon came to a creek we had to cross. After a few tries, Fisher was the first to get across. Thankfully Jarad had waterproof hiking boots on!
Tess was our mapster... she kept stopping and drawing in the dirt with a stick, saying she had to figure out where we were, and that she was drawing us a map. She'll make a great navigator when she grows up!
We finally gave in and let the kids just play in the water. Everyone had fun, the car was covered in wet sand and all the kids fell asleep on the drive home. That's a successful day in my book.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Some random President's Day happenings
I woke this morning to my six year old singing, over and over again
"You give love.. a BAD NAME."
Later...
Case to me: Mom when are you and Dad not going to be married anymore?
Me: Well, Mommy and Daddy were married in the temple which means Heavenly Father will let us be married forever, even after we die and go to Heaven!
I say this thinking this will ease his little mind. Wrong. His face contorted into pre-cry mode and he threw himself at me in a huge hug and said "But I don't want you to die!"
Me: I won't die for a long long long long long long time. OK?
Case: Like when you're really old like Grandma? Not our Grandma in Arizona, but our Grandma in Utah. She's realllllllly old. Our Arizona Grandma is old too, I guess.
End of conversation. Off he runs.
Later...
I was sweeping the garage. Barefoot. I dropped one of the kids' scooters and the handle landed right on top of my big toe. OUCH!! It's all black and blue and swollen. And I can't bend it. Broken? Lesson: Wear shoes ya eejit!
And it's only 2 p.m. on this lovely President's Day. I'm sure more excitement awaits...
"You give love.. a BAD NAME."
Later...
Case to me: Mom when are you and Dad not going to be married anymore?
Me: Well, Mommy and Daddy were married in the temple which means Heavenly Father will let us be married forever, even after we die and go to Heaven!
I say this thinking this will ease his little mind. Wrong. His face contorted into pre-cry mode and he threw himself at me in a huge hug and said "But I don't want you to die!"
Me: I won't die for a long long long long long long time. OK?
Case: Like when you're really old like Grandma? Not our Grandma in Arizona, but our Grandma in Utah. She's realllllllly old. Our Arizona Grandma is old too, I guess.
End of conversation. Off he runs.
Later...
I was sweeping the garage. Barefoot. I dropped one of the kids' scooters and the handle landed right on top of my big toe. OUCH!! It's all black and blue and swollen. And I can't bend it. Broken? Lesson: Wear shoes ya eejit!
And it's only 2 p.m. on this lovely President's Day. I'm sure more excitement awaits...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
My little Princess and SuperGirl
Fisher had a buddy over last week and of ALL the boy stuff we have in the playroom, of all the cars, guns, games, dinosaurs, light sabres... this is what they choose to play with.
If Fish Could Fly...
Last week we had a great storm, complete with rain, thunder, lightning... and WIND. There was even a tornado warning/watch (whatever - did it ever actually touch down?) on Thursday night. During dinner that night Fisher got the fantastic idea to get out in that wind and FLY. His scientific brain got to working, and this was his solution.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Born in the wrong era
I want to live in Cranford.
I just finished watching two BBC movies this week (Cranford and Tess of the D'Urbervilles - one happy and lovely, the other wretchedly depressing and now I want to read both books again), both set in Victorian-ish England, and I've come to the conclusion that I was born in the wrong era. I think I would have been just fine having to wear dresses and hats all the time. And women were JUST beginning to have some independence and a voice, so I may have been OK. And they wrote! Letters!
Jarad says that if a movie doesn't have English accents, isn't based on a book by a dead English author or is not about some sort of royalty I won't watch it. I think he's probably pretty spot on. Hey, even American Idol has a Brit :).
I just finished watching two BBC movies this week (Cranford and Tess of the D'Urbervilles - one happy and lovely, the other wretchedly depressing and now I want to read both books again), both set in Victorian-ish England, and I've come to the conclusion that I was born in the wrong era. I think I would have been just fine having to wear dresses and hats all the time. And women were JUST beginning to have some independence and a voice, so I may have been OK. And they wrote! Letters!
Jarad says that if a movie doesn't have English accents, isn't based on a book by a dead English author or is not about some sort of royalty I won't watch it. I think he's probably pretty spot on. Hey, even American Idol has a Brit :).
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