“Are you a big guh?”

“Yeah! Yip!”

“Me too! Does big guhs suck dere sums?”

“No! Dey suck dere fingahs!”

“Nooooo dey suck dere sums. Denis says, ‘Suck yo sum!'”

The Man was in China all last week hence the quiet blog.

Tomorrow Beanie and I fly off into the sunset (literally) headed for Vancouver, B.C. to visit my sister, Torey, and her family. Paul will be here with the older two, holding down the fort and educating them.

This evening Christopher and I did a little shopping and bought a bunch of convenience foods. Next week it’s going to be a Trans-fat-O-Rama at our house.

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It has been so cloudy here, one of our worst winters ever, and that is saying something. Last weeekend I was seriously contemplating looking at a weather map, finding my closest friend or relative with sunshine, piling the kids in the van and driving there immediately. The timing of this trip could not be better, although I have been questioning the wisdom of heading to the
Pacific Northwest. It’s not exactly a sun spot, but it will be different and no one is expecting me to educate them, so I am calling it a vacation.

Eden and my neice, Ren have been pining for each other. Both, out of the blue, will say, “I miss mah cousin.” or “I need mah cousin.” I am so grateful that I am able to bring these loving hearts together.

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My husband’s travel is really getting in the way of my blogging – posting and commenting. There were several discussions into which I would have liked to have slid my two cents or at least expressed my gratitude for others sliding theirs.

This blog might be quiet for another week – I’m not sure. Hopefully I will be back soon, full of vim and vigor…or something, maybe stories.

There are always stories.

“Mom, a lot of times when you show us a book I don’t always like it but then we start reading it and I really do like it…you know you CAN’T judge a book by it’s cover! What? Why are you laughing? It’s just an old saying, but it’s true.”

Stole on to post last night and then had a bit of trouble.

Will be back soon.

I was so tired last night my chest began to constrict. I asked Paul would he mind if I took a nap during dinner. The family sat down to eat in the dining room and I slipped into bed and then into a sort of coma.

I wish I had asked them to eat in the kitchen.

Our bedroom opens to the dining room so as I drifted in and out of sleep I was able to pretty much follow the conversation at the table. I can’t remember much of it. I know Christopher was concerned about robbers and had big plans, incredibly detailed plans, of how to cope with them. I was too tired to speak. I just continued to drift in and out.

Finally I awoke fully. Soon after Christopher stuck his head into the room and whispered, “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, ” I whispered back.

When he realized I was awake he came to hug me. After I hugged and kissed him and told him what a great boy he is I asked him to go get his father. After a few minutes Paul came to check on me.

I made him promise me if I ever was in an actual coma that he and the kids would always assume I heard everything.

He laughed and said, “Oh yeah, we’ll stroke your arms and sweet talk you.”

“OK, that’s great, just don’t have inane conversations that you think I can’t hear.”

This morning I quizzed him, “What are you going to do if I am ever in a coma?”

“We’re going to gently massage you-“

“ASSUME I CAN HEAR EVERYTHING!”

“So you don’t want me saying things like, ‘Well, when she’s gone…’?”

“That WOULD get my will to live going…Just keep me in the conversation.”

I have my doubts about this happening and am going to do my best to stay out of a coma.