Month: April 2014

In which Dave Had To Skip School

When you wake up to the groaning of a child by 4 a.m in the morning, there is every reason that you may want to get into panic mode.

“Mum, my stomach is killing me”. My eyes adjusted to the room light to identify that it is Dave with the pain. Stomach pain?

“What did you eat?”

Not like I expected him to confess to spending his lunch money on sweets and biscuits instead of a healthy snack, but I had to give it a shot. And then the inevitable answer…”nothing”. I made a mental note to monitor everything he eats.

I poked and prodded as I became nurse. Trying to find our the locale of the pain exactly. Lower abdomen around the navel.

I thought of possible first aid: there was the salt and water solution and maybe Mist Mag? Then I remembered I had been postponing getting the Mist Mag for the first aid kit. I quickly mixed salt and water and gave him to drink. And then he threw up *sigh* Maybe the salt and water solution wasn’t such a good idea.

The vomiting calmed him and he went back to sleep. It was just past 5 but I couldn’t even think of going back to sleep. I went into the kitchen to make breakfast and lunch and for a brief second I wondered if the kids would grow up expecting their wives to make lunch based on the example I was setting.

Our resident “doctor”,  Michael,  diagnosed him with “vomitiosis” (yes, he actually spelt it) and Dave didn’t find that funny. One thing was sure, though, Dave would have to skip school for today.

Aside:
Michael must have just discovered the suffix “-osis” and so he is diagnosing everyone: Zaram has “slaposis” a disease which makes him want to slap everyone. The cure lies in cutting off his arm!

Another Aside:
It’s great when the kids stand together. Zaram said he was scared of a test he had to sit and Michael promised he would stand by him every step of the way.

Well, I’m smiling now. Stopped by at the chemist’s shop and got some medicine for Dave. He should be better soon. And hopefully tomorrow he’ll join his brothers in school 🙂

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In the Beginning…

Technically, this is not the beginning…or maybe it is.  Maybe you are looking at this and thinking this has got to be the beginning as it is the first post on this blog but if you really think of it the beginning may have happened before I thought of this post or it may be in the future…

Okay. Ignore my feeble attempt at sounding deep. That is just one of the many tactics that I use to whip the kids in line and have them nodding in agreement and doing my bidding. You see there are several times that the stern look and the threats of cutting off their tongue and feeding them with it will only elicit hilarious laughter. At that point you just have to look them in the eye and say something deep.

While we are on the subject of deepness. I have learnt quite a bit from these three boys. Allow me to introduce them:

Dave is 12. He is presently in JSS 3 and can spin tales that’ll make me green with envy. He acts like he knows everything about all the animals on the planet. *rme

Zaram is 10. A struggling reader with the sharpest memory of them all. If you want something remembered be sure to do it around him. He is also the father of repetitive questioning. *sigh

Michael is 9 and he actually feels no one is smarter than he is. I’m sure in a short while he will learn there are other Godzillas. *evil smile

So on this blog I’m going to be sharing what it has taken me to be the mother of these three boys. The joys, the tears and the in betweens…but mostly the joys. Like hearing them think up stuff I would never have imagined.

Let’s start with some fun stuff. The type of questions and conversations I hear in a typical day…some I understand, some I attempt to explain, but mostly, I just pretend I never heard. I think the coolest thing about them is their seemingly being oblivious of how their comments will be perceived.

“Mum is going to have a baby: she has overeaten, she is drowsy and she is tired… Its definitely going to be a girl.”

“Zaram: Is it true that dreams die?
Me: Yes
Zaram: How do dreams die?
Michael: The same way they are born”

“Zaram: Mum, Michael just hit me and my tooth is shaking. Mum what will you do about it. It’s my permanent teeth.
Me: Oh come on, it can’t be your permanent teeth
Zaram: But it has been there permanently.”

“Mum, if Satan repents and goes back to God, will God forgive him?”

Oh well…take a breather.