Our injured household

I don't think I wrote about Osher last week, how he came into the house limping badly, and we had to take him to the vet.  She gave him an anti-inflammatory, and said that if he's still limping next week, we may want to get him X-ray'd.  We tried to confine him to one room, but it was horrible, and he's healing very slowly.

Jonathan had an ER visit today for a possible heart attack.  The symptoms were scary, chest pressure/pain shooting into his left arm.  Turns out it wasn't a heart attack, but "atypical chest pain," and the doctor opined that the lining of his lungs was inflamed, and it thus irritated the chest cavity.  Who would have ever heard of that?

My co-worker and his wife took the two eldest kids to Chipotle and to watch a movie at their house.  Thank goodness for kind friends.

Osher and Jonathan are now snuggling.  Anti-inflammatories, unite!

Ahh, babies

This morning, Connor decided he wanted his brothers' chocolate milk.

We were talking to the other two and not paying close enough attention.

Connor grabbed the milk.

He waved it in the air.

He turned it upside down and poured it over his head.

ALL over his head.

And all over his clothes, and all over the floor.

He and I took a shower together.

He gurgled.

Jonathan cleaned the floor.

I was late to work.

I recounted my tale of woe to my colleagues when I got in.  They were sympathetic.  They tried not to snicker.

And then one woman whipped out her phone, pretended to text, and said, "Excuse me, I have to go thank my son for being 18."

I actually laughed out loud.

Genealogy, kid-style

On Sunday Xander was telling me about his day at religious school.

He learned about Abraham and Sarah, who were in the Torah and who lived a long time ago.

Abraham, he proclaimed, stands for "Abraham Lincoln," his Halloween Hero.

"Actually," I broke it to him gently, "Abraham Lincoln was named after Abraham in the Torah.  The Torah Abraham came first.  Your brother Ari is named after your great-grandfather Abraham, we just called him Avraham, which sounds different.  And he was named after the one in the Torah, too."

His jaw dropped open.

"THREE Abraham's?!" he exclaimed.  "That's just crazy."

The youngest Loving

Walking to Jonathan.

The boy followed him across the whole house, laughing and giggling all the way.

"Don't go Daddy, I'll catch up!"

Okay all these pictures are repetitive, but he's just too cute.

Very proud of himself that he can reach the counter now.

For larger context - he pushed the stool over himself and then climbed up on it.  Connor the problem-solver.

Pumpkin patch party

We went over to a friend's house to carve pumpkins.  Xander thought it was way too "yucky" and messy.  Ari enjoyed it.

Pouring me pretend tea in the friend's play kitchen.

The finished products were awesome - Jonathan did a great face one, and then the kids "helped" on a kitty cat one, but sadly, it was over 80 degrees for three days straight this week, and mold and fruit flies got to them before pictures were taken last night.  Halloween was amazing though... details to come.

I love my husband's sense of humor

Connor toddles around, and I notice a whiff of stinkiness.

Jonathan gets to him first.

"Come here, you," he says to the baby.

He carries him to the changing table.

"Why do you wear diapers anyway?  They're so stupid.  I mean really, what self-respecting object would create an entire career out of being pooped on?"

Technical difficulties

Ari is sitting on his toy car, driving.

He stops, presses pretend buttons, goes "beep beep beep," then frowns at it, puzzled.  "Mommy, my GPS is broken," he says.

"Oh," I say.  "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to Climbaroo."

"Do you need directions?" I ask.

"No, I want the GPS."  (Jabs at it again).  "It's not working!"

"Try rebooting," I say.

"Okay," he replies, and he happily zooms off.