Sam Sick

Sam has been sick again for a few days, feverish with a cough and nauseous, probably some kind of flu.  Chris got up with the kids on Sunday morning and I was sleeping in for a few minutes, when Sam came into the bedroom and stood next to the bed.

"Mom?" 
I opened my eyes, "yes?"
"Do I have Ebola?"
"What? No, you don't have Ebola.  Did you ask Daddy that?"
"Yes," he replied.
"What did Daddy say?"
"He laughed."
"Well don't worry, you definitely don't have Ebola."
I started to close my eyes when I had a thought.
"Sam, come back here.  How do you know about Ebola?"
"Uncle Tim told me."
"Do you know what it is?"
"Yes, a sickness that starts in your chest and then gets worse and worse until your whole body stops working and you die and go up to the sky.  People in Africa have it."
"Ahh.  Okay.  No, you don't have Ebola."

Not something to joke about at all and thank goodness it's not a reality for us.  I was still caught completely off guard though. 

Fish Oil

Sam: "Mom."

Me:  "Yes, Sam?"

Sam:  "Next time we go to the store can we buy fish oil?"

Me:  "Um, what?  Have you been hanging out with GrandJoe too much?"

Sam:  "What?"

Me:  "Has GrandJoe been telling you the benefits of fish oil?"

Sam:  "No.  I want to bounce like Tigger."

Me: "Huh?"

Sam:  "That's how Tigger bounces.  Fish oil.  I learned it in the Winnie the Pooh Movie."

Me:  "Okay..."

Sam:  "So can we?  get fish oil?"

Me:  "Um, maybe."

Sam:  "Because then I can bounce like Tigger."  

Me:  "Will you grow a tail like Tigger?"

Sam:  "Mom.  Really, that's just silly."

Pause.

Sam:  "Mom, GrandJoe likes fish oil?"

Me:  "Yes, he takes it."

Sam:  "Can he bounce?"


And while we're on the subject of Winnie-the-Pooh- an amusing article a friend sent me (link below):

Winnie-the-Pooh is nixed as a mascot due to lack of clothing link

Vivian's Balancing Act

Not sure what is going on in this photo.  I was trying to do laundry and Vivian decided to do this balancing act on top of their golf club carry bag toy.  Then she managed to get three limbs in the air which was kind of impressive.

 

Her ninja type move.

Sam and Santa

Sam was excited to meet Santa but Vivian wanted nothing to do with him.  At all.

He took his visit very seriously.

Sam's School Performance

One of those days when you pretend that's not your kid.

Time for a Bath

After I told Vivian it was time to take a bath, she said, "no," and left the bathroom and disappeared.  I found her almost five minutes later behind the rocking chair, behind the curtain, silent.  Way to freak a mother out.  

Christmas Preparation

Chilly (or freezing) and trying to decide
what to make of the trees and noise.

Riding the cart with the Christmas tree.

And then this happened (nothing to do with the kids.  Chris has no patience with tree stands).

Needs a little off the top, the angel is mashed, but at least the tree is vertical.

Bedtime

This used to be Chris and I's bed.  We have officially lost control.