Sick, Sick, Sick

Well, the plague has hit us again. The girls both got sick early Friday morning, and commenced to throwing up every hour or so (Mommy didn't do so hot with this development, what with the crazy gag reflex and everything) and being generally pitiful and feeling crummy. Once when I went to check on her, Sadie said, "I feel like somebody is holding me in their arms... maybe it's God." Josie only kept yelling, "Mommy! I throwed up! I throwed up in my bed!" I slept a total of about 20 minutes that night. Saturday was spent recuperating, eating things from the doctor ordered BRAT diet (Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, and Toast), and watching cartoons on the couch under a blanket. Same thing Sunday... until, lo and behold, late Sunday night, I got the adult version of this same flu. I THOUGHT I WAS DYING. Seriously. It was so violent that I actually burst blood vessels over my eyes (a first for me). It made me feel even worse for the kids than I already did, since I did have some idea of what they went through!

Anyway, I think the worst is finally over. Jesse took them to the library for Story Time, since they've been cooped up in the house for 4 days, and I'm catching up on my Dr. Phils.

A couple of funny things since last time:

Josie: "Mommy! I want some milk! Milk, please!" "Do you know where milk comes from?" A "do you think I'm dumb or something?" look from her... "Yeah, Mom!" "Where?" "From the fridgerator!"

Josie's take on her favorite song (during "nudie-butt time" after baths): "Twinkle, twinkle, little butt!"

Wokka Wokka Wokka!

I'm teaching Sunday School this month for Sadie and Josie's class. Last Sunday was the story of Hannah. Last night when I asked them about it, Sadie remembered Hannah's name, and Eli's (the priest's) name, and that Hannah prayed to God because she wanted a child. Josie said, "A boy. Samuel." I was so excited that they were actually listening! When I DON'T teach, they're always really attentive (I always peek through the window to see what they're doing), but when I'm in charge, they're always out of their seats, running around, trying to get me to hold them, etc. I don't get it! Apparently, I am not much of an authority figure.

Josie's joyous exclamation to Sadie and her cousins after I told her I was making chili: "Ha haha!! Guys! Hey, guys!! Chili beans! Chili beans for sup-pa!"

Both of the girls have been introduced to The Muppet Show and their favorite is Fozzie Bear. They now like to "tell jokes" and say "Wokka, wokka, wokka!" On the way to school this morning, they were taking turns telling "jokes." For instance: "Why did Josie cross the street? To get her blankie! Wokka wokka wokka!" Also, "Why is the stoplight stopped? It's not our turn! Wokka wokka wokka!" They both found themselves incredibly funny, even though their jokes weren't funny in the traditional sense, to say the least. My favorite? One of Sadie's: "Why did Daddy dive into the river all by himself and get EATEN by a SHARK?! Wokka wokka wokka!"

Today was Valentine's Day, and the girls got Valentines from ALL of their grandparents. They love getting mail, and you should've seen them ripping their cards open and the smiles on their little faces when they saw Snoopy, Fairy Princesses, puppies, etc. glittering on their cards. We made heart cookies and had a Valentine's party at school (Josie gave Miss Sue a big hug because she brought the infamous "Jumpy Thing" for them to jump in) complete with an ice cream sundae buffet. Today, the girls sang "Oh, won't you be my valentine, my valentine, my valentine, oh, won't you be my valentine, and love me everyday!?" to Daddy and to Grammie, shouted "Happy Valentine's Day!" to Grandpa and Papaw, and generally ran amok and had a grand old time when we went for a special Valentine dinner (Mexican) and saw the Mariachi band.

Fibbers and Criminis

Mommy: "Josie, do you have poop?"
Josie: "No! I'm running away!"
She runs into the other room, as fast as her little legs can carry her - stench drifting up in her wake.

Mommy: "Sadie, where did you get that ball? I've never seen it before."
Sadie: "I stole it. From God. Well, actually, I stole it from God's HOUSE."
She proceeds to tell me that Daddy already had a talk with her about it and that she is planning to return it next Sunday.