Samuel's shots

So Rusty took Samuel to the doctor yesterday for a school physical and asthma checkup. The doctor's appointment went fine but of course, it was time for Samuel to get his booster shots. Rusty took Samuel to the immunization clinic. They had to yell "Jordan" before Rusty finally made Samuel get up. Samuel bravely walked down the hall to the room. Once he got inside the room and saw what they were going to do, he started getting scared and wanted to hold Rusty's hand. Samuel didn't cry at all...until they gave him his shots, and then (as Samuel put it) "he cried like a baby." But after the shots were down and they put the Charlie Brown band-aids over his shots, he was fine. Since last night, Samuel has been walking like they gave him a suppository and only walking about half the speed. Children are great entertainment. Watching them is better than any reality t.v. show!

No Super Vision Fairy

Mrs. House Spouse again. On Monday, I asked Rusty if he would be able to give the boys their bath that night. Well, of course, I interrupted him while he was writing "a very important e-mail." So he, being the wonderful husband he was, still ran the bath water, brushed the boys teeth, and put them in the bath and then left them. Samuel said, "Daddy-o, where are you going? You need to give us our wash-down." Daddy-o replied with, "Don't tell Mommy. I am going to let you play." Samuel said, "Yeah! Mommy doesn't ever let us do that." So Rusty went back to finish his e-mail while I fed Eleanor. After Rusty finished his e-mail he went back to check on the boys and found that they were using their shampoo to take a bubble bath. Well, it ended up that the bottle of shampoo we just opened just before Eleanor was born had about enough shampoo for another week. Rusty asked Samuel what happened to the shampoo and he said, "A fairy came in and poured it all out." So I named it the "no supervision fairy" and that name has stuck with Samuel since then. He has been telling everyone about the no supervision fairy.

Why Don't You Laugh?

Mrs. House Spouse again. Just wanted to share a funny story about Andy Kristopher. He is always telling jokes, but his jokes typically go something like this: "Knock, knock" to which we reply, "who's there?" and he replies, "Banana (or words to that effect)," "Banana who?" "Banana, blah, bah, blah (literally those words exactly)."

To adults, this is not very funny, but apparently Andy seems to think it should be because he typically says, "why don't you laugh? You are supposed to laugh at jokes."

I guess his humor runs on Rusty's side, because Rusty typically has to explain his jokes and why they are supposed to be funny.

Eleanor Two Week Well Baby Check

So this is Mrs. House Spouse posting for Rusty. I just wanted to put a couple of pictures up as well as let the world know about her first well baby check. She weighed 8 lbs 14 oz (up from 8 lbs at birth) and measured at 21 3/4 inches (up from 21 inches at birth).

I know the ever important question that is on everyone's mind: is she sleeping at night? She allows me to sleep about 3 hours continually at night and the doctor said today that based off her weight gain, I can allow her to decide when she wants to eat at night. I am excited about this news! We will see how that works out for us.

Also, I just wanted to share a copy of stories from Eleanor's birth, that Rusty has yet to post. When the boys came to visit Eleanor at the hospital after she was born, the first thing Andy asked was, "Mommy, do you have any more baby's in your belly?" I thought that was sweet of him to ask.

But there is nothing like facing the truth. When we came home from the hospital, the first thing Samuel said was, "Mommy, why is your belly still so big?" To which my reply was, "Mommy ate too much while she was pregnant and got fat." So now when I tell Samuel he doesn't need to eat so much, he replies with, "So I won't get fat like you?" I guess you have to be careful what you tell your children, you never know when they will repeat what you say.