You know WHAT....

I love Max, I really, really, REALLY love that kid.  Believe me, he's adorable, and smart and funny and so sweet.  BUT, man oh man can he test me, and he can make me cry.

The other morning, I was trying to get ready in a hurry, Jere was getting ready too and the kids were playing about the house.  For reals, this is normally so just fine.  However, this particular morning I hear Maggie say:

"Ummm, he broke the pink glass Mommy." 

To which I though, I don't even own a pink glass, whatever.  But then I got a little nervous.  WHAT 'pink" glass was she talking about.  She kept repeating his infraction and then I heard it, the tinkling of little broken bits.  I opened up the door to find Max, jagged shard of glass in hand, merrily playing on the kitchen floor amidst a sea of broken glass.  BEAUTIFUL, purple and hand painted Venetian, hand blown glass.  It was my beautiful and prized Venetian vase that my parents had brought home from Italy.  I was crushed.  I cleaned it up as quickly and best I could and then I promptly went to my room and cried.  I cried and cried.  I know it's really silly, but I really loved that vase, and I was sad to see it go to such a tragic demise.

Max also likes to throw, ney, CHUCK WITH GREAT FORCE whatever he gets in his hands, whether that is a sippy, food, balls, etc.  I'm really worried that someday a window is gonna meet it's untimely death by his hands as well.  But, he does it all with such glee and a big toothy smile, that honestly, sometimes, it's hard to get after him.

Wanna know what else happened this week?  Ok, I'll tell you.
Maggie spiked a 102 fever one night, and she'd been acting sick and funny about peeing, so I thought, maybe she had a UTI or something.  I called my Mom, told her the symptoms, she agreed that it sounded like such.  So, I figured I'd suck it up and take her to the doctoor the next day.  This only sucks due to the lack of insurance, so I knew it'd be 75 bucks out of pocket.  Next morning, still had a fever, so i really called and really took her in.  Our usual doc was out of town, so they had me see another doc in the practice.
Maggie is NOT a fan of the doctor.  Who knows why?  She's overly dramatic to be sure.  So, I'm holding her on my lap, she's crying about how he will hurt her, etc.  and in walks this delicious man.  Sorry, no other way to say it, this doctor was HAAAAWWWWWWTTT!!  And on top of hot, he was so cool.  He spent sooo much time just talking to Maggie, joking with her, playing with her, tyring to get her to calm down, and let him do his thing.  To be perfectly honest, I was ready for him to just do it, and stop trying to be her friend. BUT, in the end, he won her over.  She smiled at him, stopped crying, let him look in her ears, etc.  When I told him what I thought was wrong, symptoms, etc.  He of course said he needed a pee sample.  He looked at Maggie and said, "so, you gonna help me out?  You gonna give me some pee pee?"  To which she replied (with a dramatic protruding lower lip)  "I"m TRYING."  He looked at me, then he looked at her and he said, "You know what YOUR problem is don't you?  You're TOO smart." Amen brother, AMEN!  Anyway, to make a long story shorter, we got to the doc at 9:50, by 11:50 she still hadn't peed, and we'd tried everything, so we left, went to lunch, went home and at precisely 1:50p.m. on Thursday Maggie looked up, smiled excitedly and said "I'm PEEING in the bag Mommy." Oh, they had bagged her, so it'd get caught and we didn't have to deal with the toilet.  FOUR HOURS it took, but we finally got it.  So, now I had to traipse CLEAR back to the office with pee in hand.  And you wanna know what?  There was nothing wrong.  No infection, NOTHING.  Just a random fever.  So, I literally took 75 bucks out, peed on it and flushed it down the toilet.  That hurts, that hurts BAD!!!  Another note on hot doc...he called me on Friday, just to check on Maggie, see how she was doing.  I've never had a doctor do that.  DILEMMA!  I SO want to switch to him as her doctor, but awkwardness would abound I'm sure, since he's in the same practice with ur other doctor, who is good friends with my sister.  What to do.?

On the upside, since I was out and child free, I decided to have some me time.  i mean, I deserved it right?  I have a yucky sinus/cold, snot hell going on, I felt and looked like crap, so I deserved solitude.  I got the car washed, put gas in, went to Avenue ALL.BY.MYSELF and got some new sunglasses and adorable flip flops AND i got a pedi.  Man I love pedis!!!  It turned out to be a great afternoon for a wasted morning.


Jere is in the throws of Easter Pageant, so we haven't seen much of him all week.  Tonight I'm gonna take the kids to the rehearsal performance, 'cause ummm, have you ever had the misfortune of trying to go to pageant during it's run?  You have to park a good 5 miles away, camp out hours in advance and deal with 4000 people.  While pageant is wonderful and all, it's just not worth that hassle to me. (Sorry jenee).  So, we'll go tonight, while it's quiet on the western front.  The kids can run free, get a feel for it and I can get my Easter spiritual upliftment!!  Hey, don't tell me I'm not  supporter of the cause.


Got my hair done today.  Can we get a woot woot!  I needed that like I needed a toothbrush i the morning, a kleenex for the snot nose, or like the air to breathe.  I love when it's fresh and new.  I mean, the color only lasts for like A DAY before it fades, so I need to live it up whilst I can.  Hence, party at the pageant!!

With that said.....


Peeps and pageants,

Allyson