Kid Quotes...Medical and Marvelous!

Daylight Savings came on a Sunday where I was up late (for me) on Saturday night, and I took my first Claritin of the season (I am always drowsy for the first few times I take the non-drowsy stuff...it does get better, thankfully).  Put the 3 together and what do ya got?  Someone who is too tired to blog.  So, I could just wait until tomorrow.  Except that I'm too busy and I didn't blog last Sunday either.  SO, here ya go.  My favorite quotes from the last couple of weeks.
Ben:  Derek and I were in the bathroom where we were brushing kids' teeth.  Ben walked out and said, "See ya later SUCKERS!"  What?
Also one morning on the walk to school a bird pooped on Ben's hand.  He was totally grossed out.  And so was I.  But many people told me it was a good omen, and I believe this because we got a really, unbelievably good parking spot at Costco that day.
We had the Shorewood Wrestling banquet this week.  This is a big potluck dinner and my kids love it because they play around big room, and even up on the stage near where their dad is giving out awards.  It was a proud moment for him when they were on the stage this year and Ben put Libby in a headlock.  He got to say into the microphone, "Kids, take your wrestling out in the hallway."  
The girls each had a medical moment and a marvelous moment (that I can remember...I'm sure they each had more of both...)

"IT'S POOP AGAIN!"

Ben's medical moment was when we tried on the frames that we ordered for his glasses.  He likes the color, his favorite hulk smash green.  I like that they are all plastic and NOT gonna break!  We will pick up the finished product in about 2 weeks.

One is when we were working on decorations for Grandpa Brion's upcoming birthday party.  She was doing a VERY good job of helping me.  We were making one of those triangle hangy things (you know what I mean, right).  I before I attached it to the string I wanted to see how different people attached them.  So I googled and started looking through the images.  Libby watched me for a few minutes with growing impatience.  She said, "Mom, if you keep looking at those ideas, you are not your creative self.  Don't ruin your creative self!"  (And I tend to agree with this sentiment, so I closed the browser and we did it the way my creative self wanted to!  And it worked :).  And it was probably the most fun I have ever had working with Libby on a project.  She stayed with me to the end.  It is so fun to see my kids growing up.
Another Libby moment will be etched in my mind forever.  She had something going on with her eye.  She complained for a few days and I couldn't see anything external.  Finally I made her open her eye for me (I had to help) and had her look to the side.  The spot that she was complaining about was really red.  Kinda scary red.  So I took her into the doc the next day.  It was about 2:00 in the afternoon, so I tried to feed her on the way in, because she has been getting super low blood sugar in the afternoons.  She can't handle anything that is tricky until she has had lots of food and lots of time to digest (this is because she doesn't eat her lunch--something this week has shown me I need to work harder on, but I digress...)  So the doctor took a look at her eye and came back with the most experienced doc in the clinic.  This is never a good sign.  She also had a black light and 2 types of drops.  Libby went BALLISTIC.  Sobbing, screaming, flailing, screaming, "NO DROPS!  YOU ARE A BAD DOCTOR!  YOU ARE HURTING ME!  BAD DOCTOR, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (on repeat)"   The 3 of us managed to restrain her and get the drops in.  The first one numbed her eye.  The second one made it a glowing yellow, under black light.  It was

amazingly psychedelic trippy awesome.  It would have been a moment to pause and try to figure out if I could buy mascara made of that yellow drop stuff because her eye lashes and face where it had dripped looked so cool under the black light.  But, remember I have a SCREAMING BANSHEE on the table.  Anyway, finally, it was all over.  And they found nothing and they wanted me to take her to a specialist the next day.  Imagine that when she realized the specialist would need to probably do drops too, she felt better.  (And actually the redness was better the next day too.  I figure that a combo of the drops and frantic tears probably took care of whatever was irritating her eye.  But man, I bet those doctors had a good laugh that night.  
Sarah had an interesting week too.
I got a real taste for her sense of humor during a 20 questions game just before the poop on Ben's hand.  She asked me if the thing was from a book.  "No."  "Was it a mythical creature?"  "No."  "Is it a unicorn?"  "Sarah, I just told you it wasn't a mythical creature, or from a book. Try again."  "Is it a Pegasus?"  Me staring and starting to laugh.  "Is it a Phoenix?"  She could barely contain her laughter as she asked about 3 more mythical creatures (her favorite thing to use for a 20 questions item, btw).  She was totally playing with me.  I love seeing her intellect and humor coming together.
On Thursday the nurse called me at about 2:15, just as I started to do the yard work I had been looking forward to all day.  Sarah hadn't been feeling well, so she came in to the nurses' office and rested.  Then she felt better and went out to join her class for the last few minutes of recess, and BARFED on the playground.  Poor girl.  She was really sicky.  Then she came home a rested and started feeling a bit better.  So we went ahead and took Libby to dance.  When we were waiting to pick up Libby I could tell her stomach was feeling a bit worse.  I tried to coax her to puke into the toilet.  No, she said she was fine.  But then she let loose in the lobby.  I caught most of it on a magazine (not my best idea ever, since she kept going and I kept spilling puke off the opposite edge of the magazine while all the other dance moms looked on paralyzed.) Don't worry, the studio has the best stain hiding carpet ever.  Sprayed with Lysol, wiped with paper towels and it was as good as new.  And that was that.  Sarah

felt better the next day and skipped off to school without a backward glance at the tummy troubles.  Libby stayed home on Friday claiming her tummy hurt.  Still not sure if it did or not, but she never did any vomiting, for which I am thankful!