If you have kids, you know what I mean when I say you never know what's gonna come out of your kid's mouths. And you always fear the worse.
Once again, Brody did not disappoint. He and I are riding home from shopping one day, and a song we had never heard came on the radio. And just as pretty as you please, Brody says "What the hell is this song?" After I compose myself, I explain to Brody that "hell", used in that context, is a bad word. But since he didn't know that, I would let him slide this time. However, if he says it again, he will be punished. He's fine with that.
Fast forward 2 days, and we are sitting in a restaurant in Nashville with the Reed family. The food was a little slow coming out, and Brody is my impatient one. So he proceeds to ask "where the hell is my food?" Cierra and I both react at the same time and ask him what he just said. He tells us, and his daddy calls him over to where he's sitting. I can tell this is NOT going to be good. He gets a whipping in front of everyone. No need to waste the time to take him to the bathroom. He promises to never say it again.
Not even an hour later, we are trying to get in the Opryland entrance. It's not working out so well, so we decide to ride down the street to turn around and go in the other way. So we make our way down the street, and guess what...."Where the hell are we going?" comes blaring from the back seat???? Kevin and I just turn and look at each other and shake our heads. We tell Brody he has to get a mark on "the board". (The board is a punishment thing we have at home to keep up with their misbehavior).
Anyway, long story short....I am disappointed in Brody for the continued use of that word. Especially since we honestly do try not to curse in front of the kids.... But I'm hoping he has learned from all the trouble he has gotten into for it. It could always be worse....he could be cussing out every person he comes in contact with. I always try to find the bright side in things. :)
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Aaahhhhhh......
We took the Lord's Supper this past Sunday at church. It is a very important and meaningful experience that should not ever be taken lightly.
The bread is passed out, and all members of my family take and eat it without any misfortunes. Next, it's time for the passing of the cup....grape juice. They are all passed out, and luckily Kevin helped Brody get his off the tray and set it inside the litte holder that's on the back of the pew in front of us. Good job, dad! There's no way Brody could have held it for the 3-4 minutes it takes for all the cups to be passed out before he could drink his. It would have been on the floor, on the pew in front of us, on my white sweater, the list goes on and on..... Bro. Ray tells us to take and drink, so we do.....and lo and behold, all I hear is a loud "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh". I'll give you one guess as to who that was....yep, it was Brody. Apparently, the grape juice was VERY good. :) I had to chuckle, as did some of the others that were sitting around us. I couldn't believe it, but at the same time, it was so innocent. And it made me realize that maybe we should all feel that good about taking the Lord's Supper.
Until next time.....
The bread is passed out, and all members of my family take and eat it without any misfortunes. Next, it's time for the passing of the cup....grape juice. They are all passed out, and luckily Kevin helped Brody get his off the tray and set it inside the litte holder that's on the back of the pew in front of us. Good job, dad! There's no way Brody could have held it for the 3-4 minutes it takes for all the cups to be passed out before he could drink his. It would have been on the floor, on the pew in front of us, on my white sweater, the list goes on and on..... Bro. Ray tells us to take and drink, so we do.....and lo and behold, all I hear is a loud "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh". I'll give you one guess as to who that was....yep, it was Brody. Apparently, the grape juice was VERY good. :) I had to chuckle, as did some of the others that were sitting around us. I couldn't believe it, but at the same time, it was so innocent. And it made me realize that maybe we should all feel that good about taking the Lord's Supper.
Until next time.....
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The heart of a child
It's an every day occurrence that my boys fight. Well, when I picked them up at daycare today, it was no different. They are in the back seat arguing and hitting, and I'm driving trying to referee. I finally lose my cool, and in all my infinite wisdom I threaten to call Santa and tell him that he is to take 2 toys off their list. Well, my little smarty britches Brody asks "What's Santa's phone number?" Are you kidding me? Why couldn't he just break out into terrible sobs like he's supposed to? It would have been easier to handle cause that's what I was expecting. But nooooo..... So I decide to ignore the question. That didn't work....
"MOMMA, WHAT IS SANTA'S PHONE NUMBER?" Can't he just be quite? I come up with a quick answer that all momma's and daddy's get the secret phone number when their babies are born. That way, they will always have it. He seemed to accept that. Just when I thought all was good in the Dunn world, I hear Walker sniffling and crying. "Son, what's wrong?" And he says, "Momma, I don't think Santa should bring any of my toys cause we are always mean to each other." OMG....how sweet is that???? I start patting myself on the back thinking I have done a good job teaching my children the concept of gift receiving as being a privilege, not a right. I begin to mentally write my acceptance speech for the "Best Mother of the Year" award when all of the sudden my dear Brody chimes in with "Not me, I want Santa to bring me ALL of my toys!!!" Of course you do son.....thanks for bringing me back to reality.
For a split second, I was feeling good about my parenting skills. And as always, my middle child Brody reminds me that I have a lot of work to do! :) You know, you always hear about the "middle child" syndrome.....well folks, let me tell you, it's TRUE!!!! He is his own breed, he's one of a kind, but I absolutely love him just the way he is. :)
"MOMMA, WHAT IS SANTA'S PHONE NUMBER?" Can't he just be quite? I come up with a quick answer that all momma's and daddy's get the secret phone number when their babies are born. That way, they will always have it. He seemed to accept that. Just when I thought all was good in the Dunn world, I hear Walker sniffling and crying. "Son, what's wrong?" And he says, "Momma, I don't think Santa should bring any of my toys cause we are always mean to each other." OMG....how sweet is that???? I start patting myself on the back thinking I have done a good job teaching my children the concept of gift receiving as being a privilege, not a right. I begin to mentally write my acceptance speech for the "Best Mother of the Year" award when all of the sudden my dear Brody chimes in with "Not me, I want Santa to bring me ALL of my toys!!!" Of course you do son.....thanks for bringing me back to reality.
For a split second, I was feeling good about my parenting skills. And as always, my middle child Brody reminds me that I have a lot of work to do! :) You know, you always hear about the "middle child" syndrome.....well folks, let me tell you, it's TRUE!!!! He is his own breed, he's one of a kind, but I absolutely love him just the way he is. :)
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is coming up....it'll be here in 3 days. Thought I would use this post to list some of the things I am thankful for....
I am thankful.....
1. that God has saved me from my sins!
2. for the times that Kevin is getting on my nerves....cause that means he is at home with me and not out with some other woman!
3. for the screaming and arguing I hear from Walker and Brody cause that means I have 2 healthy boys.
4. for the whining that Avery does cause it means God has blessed me with a beautiful healthy girl.
5. that I'm still here at work at 6:41p.m. cause that means I have a job when many people out there don't.
6. for my bills. I would have nothing if I didn't have bills.
7. that I have to pick up my house most every night cause that means I'm lucky enough to own one.
8. for my headache....cause that means I have overworked my intelligent brain (haha....had to throw that one in there)
9. for my friends....they pick me up on bad days and laugh with me on good ones.
10. for my mom and Mike....they are awesome grandparents to my babies.
11. for this fan in my office cause it is hot as blazes in here.
12. that I have to pay an arm and a leg for gas cause that means I have a vehicle to drive.
13. for the lunches I have with all my friends....nothing like catching up on their lives!
14. for my digital camera....it captures so many things that I have forgotten!
15. that we have re-election in 3 years.
16. that Kevin and I have taken on teaching a Sunday School class. It blesses us more than I could have ever imagined.
17. for my co-workers....they make the days go by much faster.
18. for #3 on the lunch menu at Rosie's.
19. that Dr. William Allison gave me high school boobs again! :)
20. for vasectomies!
21. for Keith Urban.....(that's for you Tiff)
22. for that big ol' nurse who practically saved my life after Avery was born!
23. for pickles.
24. for Facebook.
25. for our soldiers and their families
The list could go on and on, but I am most thankful for God sending his son, my husband and my babies. My life is truly blessed!
I am thankful.....
1. that God has saved me from my sins!
2. for the times that Kevin is getting on my nerves....cause that means he is at home with me and not out with some other woman!
3. for the screaming and arguing I hear from Walker and Brody cause that means I have 2 healthy boys.
4. for the whining that Avery does cause it means God has blessed me with a beautiful healthy girl.
5. that I'm still here at work at 6:41p.m. cause that means I have a job when many people out there don't.
6. for my bills. I would have nothing if I didn't have bills.
7. that I have to pick up my house most every night cause that means I'm lucky enough to own one.
8. for my headache....cause that means I have overworked my intelligent brain (haha....had to throw that one in there)
9. for my friends....they pick me up on bad days and laugh with me on good ones.
10. for my mom and Mike....they are awesome grandparents to my babies.
11. for this fan in my office cause it is hot as blazes in here.
12. that I have to pay an arm and a leg for gas cause that means I have a vehicle to drive.
13. for the lunches I have with all my friends....nothing like catching up on their lives!
14. for my digital camera....it captures so many things that I have forgotten!
15. that we have re-election in 3 years.
16. that Kevin and I have taken on teaching a Sunday School class. It blesses us more than I could have ever imagined.
17. for my co-workers....they make the days go by much faster.
18. for #3 on the lunch menu at Rosie's.
19. that Dr. William Allison gave me high school boobs again! :)
20. for vasectomies!
21. for Keith Urban.....(that's for you Tiff)
22. for that big ol' nurse who practically saved my life after Avery was born!
23. for pickles.
24. for Facebook.
25. for our soldiers and their families
The list could go on and on, but I am most thankful for God sending his son, my husband and my babies. My life is truly blessed!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
More from my Shakespeare....
Here's another piece of literature from my wonderful 8 year old!
"I help my dad. He had surgery on his knee. He will tell me what to do. I will do it. I will get him clean next every 10 seconds."
Just so you know....clean next is Kleenex! LOL!
"I help my dad. He had surgery on his knee. He will tell me what to do. I will do it. I will get him clean next every 10 seconds."
Just so you know....clean next is Kleenex! LOL!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Stuff....
This post is devoted to some snipits from the Dunn's:
Kevin:
1. Still recovering from ACL surgery.
2. I must say he doesn't complain too much about it.
3. Seeing him try to teach Brody how to sound out words was one for the making....like the blind leading the blind.
4. I'm not being mean....this is the guy who says the word idiot like it's spelled ediot. Even Brody thinks it starts with an E.
Ginger:
1. I'm boring....
Walker:
1. Only one more game and football is over for the season! Can I get a WOO HOO???!!!
2. He had a beautiful interception at his game Saturday....only to wipe it out by fumbling at the end of the play.
3. I just discovered he can do a one arm push-up. He decided to show out in front of my SS teacher and his wife the other night by doing it.
4. Still doesn't think about girls too highly....that'll change one day. Or at least I pray that it changes! :)
5. He really is a smart kid....but that 81 and 75 he brought home today just pisses me off. Yes, I have high expectations. He can do it, and he proved it by having no less than a 94 average to date on this 9 weeks. Now he wants to blow those A's with these grades.
Brody:
1. Recovering from the swine flu.
2. Hasn't run a fever since Saturday, but we got a call from the school this morning saying to come get him. Seems he fell asleep before 8:30 this morning. That a boy!
3. Oh, and his head hurt. But apparently not enough to keep him from wanting to play his DS.
4. He still LOVES the girls....now only if they would love him back. :)
Avery:
1. Walks around the house all the time doing cheers. Does she not realize that I don't like cheering....I was a majorette for crying out loud!
2. She got caught looking down a boy's pants at school the other day.
3. And he was returning the favor....
4. She called me stupid tonight. Yea, that went over like a lead balloon.
Max:
1. Still barking and getting on my nerves. But he is a good dog.
Fish 1, 2 and 3:
1. Still swimming....and unfortunately still alive.
Well, that's about all I have for now. Until next time...
Kevin:
1. Still recovering from ACL surgery.
2. I must say he doesn't complain too much about it.
3. Seeing him try to teach Brody how to sound out words was one for the making....like the blind leading the blind.
4. I'm not being mean....this is the guy who says the word idiot like it's spelled ediot. Even Brody thinks it starts with an E.
Ginger:
1. I'm boring....
Walker:
1. Only one more game and football is over for the season! Can I get a WOO HOO???!!!
2. He had a beautiful interception at his game Saturday....only to wipe it out by fumbling at the end of the play.
3. I just discovered he can do a one arm push-up. He decided to show out in front of my SS teacher and his wife the other night by doing it.
4. Still doesn't think about girls too highly....that'll change one day. Or at least I pray that it changes! :)
5. He really is a smart kid....but that 81 and 75 he brought home today just pisses me off. Yes, I have high expectations. He can do it, and he proved it by having no less than a 94 average to date on this 9 weeks. Now he wants to blow those A's with these grades.
Brody:
1. Recovering from the swine flu.
2. Hasn't run a fever since Saturday, but we got a call from the school this morning saying to come get him. Seems he fell asleep before 8:30 this morning. That a boy!
3. Oh, and his head hurt. But apparently not enough to keep him from wanting to play his DS.
4. He still LOVES the girls....now only if they would love him back. :)
Avery:
1. Walks around the house all the time doing cheers. Does she not realize that I don't like cheering....I was a majorette for crying out loud!
2. She got caught looking down a boy's pants at school the other day.
3. And he was returning the favor....
4. She called me stupid tonight. Yea, that went over like a lead balloon.
Max:
1. Still barking and getting on my nerves. But he is a good dog.
Fish 1, 2 and 3:
1. Still swimming....and unfortunately still alive.
Well, that's about all I have for now. Until next time...
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
You gotta love anesthesia
Kevin had surgery on his knee yesterday. They replaced his ACL with a cadaver ACL (could have gone without knowing that) and then repaired another cartilage that was torn. Thankfully, his meniscus was not torn like originally thought. Surgery went well. It went by pretty fast because I was entertained the whole time by my preacher and youth minister. I must confess that I learned more about both of them in those 3 hours than I ever thought I would know. We talked about everything from church, to flag football, to a football player kicking his prosthetic leg off to make a play, to Adam's ability to multi-task (inside joke). I am truly grateful to these men for their time spent with me and their true concern in Kevin's well-being.
Now, on to post-op. They get him moved to a room, and the first thing I notice when I walk in is a bandage on his hand. That wasn't there before....well, apparently Mohammed Ali does not react well to anesthesia. They said he woke up swinging and cut his hand on something. Nice....
And then it took all of 13 seconds for me to realize the nurse tech assigned to our room was not the brightest bulb in the pack. Precious and sweet, but not real nurse savvy, if I'm being completely honest. And a talker....she and Kevin (on anesthesia) hit it off!!! I sat there in amazement listening to them chat back and forth, and I am almost certain my eyes were glazed over in a matter of minutes. She finally decided to leave and find someone who could help her with the vitals machine....this after spending a good 10 minutes trying to open up one of those sterile thermometer covers. It was all I could do not to take it out of her hand and open it myself. Enough about Ms. Sunshine...
Disclaimer: There is a choice word or two that follows, so you may want to skip this part where you won't be offended.
You never know how someone will react to anesthesia, and I must say I was not disappointed this time. Kevin was slurring his speech, talking to himself (seriously) and just making random statements about whatever. Well, he decided he needed to pee. Sunshine is back in the room at this time, and she gives us one of those plastic urinals. She leaves, so Kevin and I proceed as to what is the best way to go about making this happen. He decides to sit up on the side of bed and try it. So here he is, sitting in a most awkward decision because he can't get his leg completely straightened out, trying to pee into this urinal. And there I am, just standing there staring. Why, I don't know. I guess I expected something exciting to happen. But after about 3 minutes of no action, Kevin tells me, in his best slurred speech, that I have got to go on and quit looking. So I move to the other side of the room. Another 3 minutes later....nothing. "Kevin, are you sure you gotta go". "Well, I think my pecker is scared of this thing". I just dropped into the chair....I was laughing so hard because he was so serious and that anesthesia was really working on him. It just makes me realize that I can only imagine what he told those nurses in the OR. God love their hearts.... And then the talk of peeing led right into the "other". He said "If I have to go, you're probably gonna have to wipe my a$$". Yea, that's not gonna happen. That little red button is for the nurse. Use it.
I went home for a little while and then came back to stay with Kevin overnight. He was getting lots of fluid, so that meant he was needing to pee a lot. The first 4 times he woke me in the middle of the night, I was pleasant and got the urinal for him and then took it back to the bathroom for measuring. But by the 5th or 6th time, I was ready to do one of two things....cut it off or get him a lifetime supply of Depends. But the loving wife side of me crawled out of the so-called "bed", which was more like a torture chamber table, and repeated the "peeing process" again. I honestly can't tell you how happy I am that we no longer have a plastic urinal that we must use.
I love my husband dearly. And I have and will take care of him. But I do have to laugh at some of it to make it more manageable! :)
Now, on to post-op. They get him moved to a room, and the first thing I notice when I walk in is a bandage on his hand. That wasn't there before....well, apparently Mohammed Ali does not react well to anesthesia. They said he woke up swinging and cut his hand on something. Nice....
And then it took all of 13 seconds for me to realize the nurse tech assigned to our room was not the brightest bulb in the pack. Precious and sweet, but not real nurse savvy, if I'm being completely honest. And a talker....she and Kevin (on anesthesia) hit it off!!! I sat there in amazement listening to them chat back and forth, and I am almost certain my eyes were glazed over in a matter of minutes. She finally decided to leave and find someone who could help her with the vitals machine....this after spending a good 10 minutes trying to open up one of those sterile thermometer covers. It was all I could do not to take it out of her hand and open it myself. Enough about Ms. Sunshine...
Disclaimer: There is a choice word or two that follows, so you may want to skip this part where you won't be offended.
You never know how someone will react to anesthesia, and I must say I was not disappointed this time. Kevin was slurring his speech, talking to himself (seriously) and just making random statements about whatever. Well, he decided he needed to pee. Sunshine is back in the room at this time, and she gives us one of those plastic urinals. She leaves, so Kevin and I proceed as to what is the best way to go about making this happen. He decides to sit up on the side of bed and try it. So here he is, sitting in a most awkward decision because he can't get his leg completely straightened out, trying to pee into this urinal. And there I am, just standing there staring. Why, I don't know. I guess I expected something exciting to happen. But after about 3 minutes of no action, Kevin tells me, in his best slurred speech, that I have got to go on and quit looking. So I move to the other side of the room. Another 3 minutes later....nothing. "Kevin, are you sure you gotta go". "Well, I think my pecker is scared of this thing". I just dropped into the chair....I was laughing so hard because he was so serious and that anesthesia was really working on him. It just makes me realize that I can only imagine what he told those nurses in the OR. God love their hearts.... And then the talk of peeing led right into the "other". He said "If I have to go, you're probably gonna have to wipe my a$$". Yea, that's not gonna happen. That little red button is for the nurse. Use it.
I went home for a little while and then came back to stay with Kevin overnight. He was getting lots of fluid, so that meant he was needing to pee a lot. The first 4 times he woke me in the middle of the night, I was pleasant and got the urinal for him and then took it back to the bathroom for measuring. But by the 5th or 6th time, I was ready to do one of two things....cut it off or get him a lifetime supply of Depends. But the loving wife side of me crawled out of the so-called "bed", which was more like a torture chamber table, and repeated the "peeing process" again. I honestly can't tell you how happy I am that we no longer have a plastic urinal that we must use.
I love my husband dearly. And I have and will take care of him. But I do have to laugh at some of it to make it more manageable! :)
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