Sun off

Driving in the car home from the gym on an overcast and cloudy day:

Little C: Mama, Sun off.
Me: What?
Little C: Sun, off.
Me: Oh, the sun is off? (I look around a notice the clouds.) You're right! (Huge swell of mama pride).

Everyday Princess has been asking when Christmas will finally be here. And everyday we count down. I think I need to get my Santa stops here sign up ASAP. Part of the problem is the presents waiting under the tree from Grandma Marie. They just torture her very soul!

Little C has mastered the art of getting a chair and pushing it up to anything that he wants to get his hands on (remember the tomato he toasted ... the toaster is up out of reach, yet ...) So today I walk out of the room while I'm on the phone with the one friend who calls me. And I come back into the kitchen to find it ripped apart (by the fighting duo) and Lil C with a chair pushed up to the prep counter, shoving handfuls of mini M&Ms, meant for holiday baking, into his mouth. As I rip him away he has his hands outstretched and a muffled "M&Ms!!" scream comes from his blue encrusted lips (just imagine Rocky calling for Adrianne, only less sweaty and replace the gore with food dye). Little stinker.

On a sadder note, DH came home early from his shift at the hospital. I was a bit surprised, because he has never felt bad enough to come home and make another colleague cover for him. He had gotten a sudden headache and nasuea. After he told me about his day, I can understand why. Earlier in the day a 7 yo girl that was the victim of a drunk driver (she was walking with her mom when she was hit) came to their floor. Within a matter of hours she crashed and began to slip away. The family was a Spanish speaking family and the interperater couldn't come, so DH had to tell the family that their daughter's heart had stopped. He was the only one who could understand their cries and pleadings, "wake up, wake up!" It was very emotional for him. He hasn't had many of his patients die, so every one that does is very hard. I know that some days he just carries a huge burden and all I can do is listen. Sometimes I don't know how he does it every day, caring for sick, sick children. But I'm glad someone like him is there to do it!

P.S. I promise I will post something about my eldest tomorrow ... I realize he is seriously lacking on this blog ... if only he'd make some trouble!