{Thursday Night 10/29/15} An Ear Infection and a Meat Eater

Next time I need to keep Trever occupied for a few minutes during the “get everyone ready for school” part of the morning, please remind me that a green marker and a piece of paper is not the way to go.

Charlotte had a special Trick or Treat day at preschool.

She goes to a preschool within a highschool and they had the kids trick or treat around to all of the classrooms, needless to say she came home with quite a score. She dressed up as Belle and her friend Alivia was a cupcake.

Charlotte was generous and gave one of her 10 goodie bags to Thatcher, he was super grateful!

Thatcher was home from school today with an ear infection and a fever. When his medicine was kicked in he was quite chiper and I kept second guessing my decision to keep him home. Then the medicine would wear off and his temp was back to 103 degrees and I would remember all over again why I decided to have him miss school.

I felt bad that I dragged him around to do errands and by the last one he was walking pretty slow and holding his head/ear the whole time. I didn’t have any Ibuprofen or Tylenol in my purse so as soon as we walked in the house I got him some ibuprofen. Poor baby!

That boy has had A LOT of ear infections in his life. All of which were before age three. He had tubes twice and got his adenoids and tonsils out. Since then ear infections have been few and far between, but this one is a doozy. He won’t let us even touch his ear. He keeps crying about how much it hurts and holds his head and says it hurts so bad it is giving him a headache. Poor guy. I hope the z-pack he started yesterday starts working quickly.

Charlotte was super excited to play with the little packs of play dough that she got trick-or-treating at school, Trever climbed up by her and picked up a pencil that was at the table and started acting like he was going to write with it. When I looked over at him he was holding it perfectly. It was so adorable I tried to quickly grab the camera to get a picture before he put it down. I wasn’t fast enough to get the adorable grip but I did snap a picture anyway and I accidentally caught someone “tasting” her play dough.

So you know that whole “being out on errands” thing I mentioned earlier, well…..we were gone for a significant amount of time. Dropped Conner at school, went to the gym, picked Charlotte and Alivia up at preschool, took Alivia home, stopped at the store. We are talking a good 4 hours or so away from the house.

Well…during that four hours Maria may, or may not, have left a jar of honey on the stove in a pot of simmering water because earlier when she was about to make the boys pb and honey sandwiches for their lunches she realized the honey was hard and sugary and she had learned her lesson about putting honey in the microwave (remember that awesome day) and decided to do the responsible thing like Sim does and put it in simmering water on the stove-top for a few minutes……

By some miracle after the four hours of simmering nothing had exploded. It was close though, there was only a tiny bit of water left in the bottom of the pan and if I would have been gone much longer I am pretty sure the glass bottle would have eventually broken or exploded or who knows what.

I think I will retire from ever using, touching or looking at jars of honey ever again.

Another fun thing that happened today….I was trying to really quickly throw together a batch of my new absolute favorite brownies before I put Trever and Charlotte down for their naps so I could take a quick shower and be done just in time to pull the brownies out of the oven because I needed them to have plenty of time to cool before I took them to some ladies from church later in the afternoon. (it all made sense in my head)

So, I was looking a little like a tasmanian devil as I buzzed around the kitchen trying to get the brownies ready while simultaneously removing a crazy 17 month old from the top of the dining room table over and over again. Some people just love to live dangerously.

I got it all ready but just needed to sprinkle a little course sea salt on top. I went to grab the sea salt, but to my chagrin it was not in it’s regular place. I looked in every other spot it could possibly have been accidentally placed, including the fridge and the freezer.

I couldn’t find it anywhere.

I looked in all of the places again, the baking cupboard, the spice drawer, the cupboard with canned goods and grains/legumes, the fridge, the freezer…where was that dang sea salt.

I really needed to get these brownies in the oven, I could put them in without the sea salt, but it really makes them extra amazing so in a last ditch effort I called Sim to see if he might know where it was.

Of course his first question was, “did you look in the spice drawer.” To which I sarcastically replied, “Yes Dear, three times. I’m not a man or a little kid, I actually look in all of the possible places something could be before I ask someone to help me find it.”

(I may or may not have a husband who is notorious for asking me where something is before he has looked in the obvious places.) ex: Sim: “Have you seen the milk?” Me: “Did you look in the fridge, on the door?” Sim: “Oh, there it is.” ….it’s a bit of a pet peave….

Anywho, as I was replying to his “did you look in the spice drawer” question. I happened to be standing right by it so I dramatically opened it as if he could see me doing so and the sea salt may or may not have miraculously appeared in it. Up at the very left hand corner blending in to all the other spices. Most wives may have laughed and said, oh look at that, there it is. Oops.

Not me, I just said. “You know what, don’t worry about it, I’ll keep looking. See you when you get home.”

Ha!

I sprinkled the sea salt on, put those kids to bed and enjoyed a nice refreshing shower. Showering without the possibility of a kid coming in and pulling back the curtain is such a luxury these days.

The rest of the day is a bit of a blur, but I do remember eating dinner.

I made pork chops tonight even though it wasn’t on the menu for the week. I found them on sale at the store and decided they sounded really good, so Baked Ziti got vetoed.

Trever was pretty hilarious at dinner. While we were getting everything to the table and situated we looked over to see Trever with a huge pork chop in his hands, chowing down. Apparently we left him a little too close to the pan of pork chops.

I love his expression in this picture, he’s like, “What? I like pork chops, deal with it.” And we did attempt to take it from him and cut it in smaller pieces…that didn’t go so well so Trever ate his pork chop Cave Man Style.