Rock and Roll

Well, earlier when I strarted this blog, I was home alone with my middle child (we'll call him JD for the purposes of this blog) because he was not feeling well. The other 3 of our party went to church. Now, you must keep in mind as I tell this tale that this particular child is ALWAYS busy. Today, however, I noticed something about him was "off." My first concrete clue was when I bought him lunch at Sonic and he ate neither his chicken nor his "t-tots." He only drank a little of his milk. And so, I decided to pick him up and talk to him... and then I noticed; he was warm. Not the warm/sticky that seems to accompany all BUSY little boys that are 2 almost 3, but the kind of warm that suggested I should get out the thermometer. And so I did. And there it was... 101.6. Sigh. So I lured him to my bedroom with the promise of watching Barney, and put him to bed. He finally fell asleep... for about 30 minutes.... after which he cried for about 45 minutes. Ahhh, what great times.
Then, suddenly, while waiting for his daddy to bring him his re-warmed Sonic lunch, he said to me, "I feel smuch better!" HUH? He proceeded to eat all of his food and drink a fair amount of water and then demand to go to the "liviroom" and watch "TB" with his sister. And so he did. And he played with her and sqealed with her, and almost woke up his little brother with her. And then, the other 3 went to church. And it began again. "I doe not feel goodt!" (we think maybe he watches German movies when we're not looking). So, I put on the Wiggles, not just any Wiggles, mind you, but the CHRISTMAS Wiggles and he laid in the recliner for 42 minutes. And then, it happened.... again. "I feel smuch better! I am hungry for dinner."
So I made a PB and sugar free J, lovingly cut it into triangular 4ths, and served it with leftover Sonic milk. He would not eat it. He did however drink all of the milk and then proceeded to use the red Sonic straw as a guitar. (If you know him personally then you know that he can make one of anything a guitar, and two of anything drum sticks.) Then, he looked at me, no smile, no playful raising of the eyebrows, just pure, passionate, musicianship, and said, "Mama, let's rock."
Someday, I'm going to be a rockstar's mama. :)

Really?

Well, today I am starting my blog page. I have had different people from different parts of my life suggest that I do this... and I always think, "really?" I am not sure what it is about my life that people want to see in print (maybe it's for evidence?). Whatever the reason, I have decided to oblige. Mostly I am hoping that this will be a place I can record all the funny things my kids say and do that I can never find time to write down anywhere else.
So, if you have stumbled onto this blog expecting greatness.... you might want to keep stumbling. Otherwise, WELCOME. Here is my life according to... well... me, I guess.