What a day

Let me start by saying if you, at all, have a weak stomach...you may not want to read this as it includes phrases and details about kids and throwing up. Okay, now you can't say I didnt warn you...

Actually our "day" started last night, when, on our way home from a relatives house Ryan yells from the back seat...DAD I'm gonna throw up. So, somewhere between Olathe and Delta theres a very big pile of ...well...puke. We get home, finally, and get the boys to bed. I informed Anthony that since I would be up nursing Elizabeth at least a few times, if the boys woke up because their tummys hurt, he would need to get up with them. Anthony was quite sure that it would be a quiet evening. Boy, was he wrong. Both Ben and Ryan were up almost every hour on the hour (or so it seemed) Ryan was actually up complaining that his back hurt, while Ben...well...yeah, ben was pukin. I remember hearing Anthony at some point in the bathroom with Ben asking Ben if he was all done throwing up and ready to go back to bed. I heard Ben say yeah and i heard about 2 or 3 steps out of the bathroom and then...gush...another bout of puke. I might add that the bathroom is on our 2nd story...right above our bedroom, so all details can be heard in the way of pukin right through the floor. Now, Im sure you are thinking - well thats not so bad...most kids puke every now and then...however, there is much more to this story. After a very restless night for all involved...we awake to realize it is 8:00. Anthony was supposed to be to work at 8:00. I come stumbling out of the bedroom to see my sister in law standing there. I completely forgot I had told her I would babysit her 3 kids while she went to a doctors appointment. So now, Im mostly sleepy and have 3 extra children running around. (Along with my sister, her boyfriend, and her new kitten who were in town for the day). Now, Ryan woke up and seems just fine. Ben, on the other hand is wandering around looking mostly tired. He insists he feels better and eats breakfast. He seems fine after that so all guards were down. Big mistake!! He was laying on the couch (after everyone had left) and I noticed he was asleep but squriming a little. I went and sat down beside him to see if he had a fever. He opened his eyes, sat up, and ... yup...puked all over me, the couch, the carpet, as well as my area rug. I grab him and run to the kitchen, which of course, manages to continue the puke trail through my entire house! So I get him stripped down and in the bathtub while I return to the scene of sickness. I grab a stack of dish towels, my carpet spray and go to work. Well, because he had eaten cereal and drank quite a bit of milk with breakfast...most of his puke was curtled milk, which does not clean up very well. In fact, all it does is smear it into the carpet and couch. I ended up having to rent a rug doctor and shampoo my entire carpet in my living room as well as my couch. So, since we had the rug doctor already rented, we might as well shampoo the remaining carpet throughout the house, including their bedroom which had some puke from the previous night.

So here it is, 10:30 pm and I am exhausted. My arms and shoulders are starting to hurt and I am completely and totally ready for bed. I have no idea where this day went. I just hope tomorrow is much better :)


On a more positive (and funny) note, Ben, when asked his name, over the last few months has referred to himself as Ben "father" abraham Cooper. (for those of you who don't know, his middle name is abraham). Well recently that has changed. He now refers to himself as Ben Abraham Lincoln Cooper.

Good Night All!

Reminiscing

My brother just recently got engaged to his high school sweetheart and as he told me the story of how he proposed, along with all the mishaps, and it got me thinking about how Anthony proposed. In just a few weeks it will have been 9 years ago that Anthony proposed to me. How'd he do it, you ask? It was quite a shock I must say. Anthony never even hinted at any type of proposal. Never even suggested he was interested in getting married. We had been dating for 2 years. I thought maybe he would never get around to asking, but secretly hoped with each passing holiday or birthday, perhaps there was a ring in that package. Much to my dismay, there never was.

Just a few days before Christmas we were "performing" a little skit in front of our entire church (approx 50 people, including my inlaws). The skit was about a couple who had reversed roles. The wife, being the football watcher, sitting on the couch while the husband, proceeded to wash dishes and prepare dinner.

At one point in the skit, Anthony was supposed to walk up behind me and say a particular line. However, while he did that, since I did not see him coming, he pulls the ring out of his pocket. The entire church sees what is about to happen and I have NO idea!! I hear him "quote" a line and all I can think of is...HE's MESSING UP HIS LINES - thats not what he is supposed to be saying. So I am trying to think fast - not even paying attention to what the line was that he actually said. All of a sudden, I look up, and there he is on one knee in front of me. At the time I was so embarrassed all I could think about was getting off that stage, but I look back on it now and it is such a fond memory. I am so glad that he chose a very unique way to propose. It will be a story that I get to share with my children and grandchildren for years to come.