{"id":7068,"date":"2011-12-29T15:46:42","date_gmt":"2011-12-29T20:46:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=7068"},"modified":"2020-11-28T16:56:13","modified_gmt":"2020-11-28T21:56:13","slug":"weird","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2011\/12\/29\/weird\/","title":{"rendered":"Weird"},"content":{"rendered":"

Things are weird around here.<\/p>\n

I have developed a twitch in my right eye that flairs up when I talk about moving or sometimes when I even think about moving.<\/p>\n

Moving is stressful. Very.<\/p>\n

But it’s also exciting. So I cling to that part.<\/p>\n

Cole went to the dentist today and apparently he has teeth growing in the wrong place. His mouth is a mess. First on the list is to find an orthodontist in Chapel Hill.<\/p>\n

Last Friday Blake came home from lacrosse practice and told me he almost passed out on the field. He was coming down with a cold and I wrote it off to having two sleepless sleepovers in a row. Plus Cole and Eva both had nasty colds with a bad cough.<\/p>\n

But today, almost a week later he has a fever and cough and puking that just won’t go away.<\/p>\n

One of us has slept downstairs with him every night.<\/p>\n

Decided it was time to get the dr. involved.<\/p>\n

Turns out he has pneumonia in one lung. The doctor said that it will take a good week for him to get better.<\/p>\n

I feel like a bad mom \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n

At least he got a laptop and new quilt for Christmas.<\/p>\n

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I did take a few (bad quality) pics on Christmas, but not many<\/p>\n

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He looks thrilled- he was actually excited about that gift- nice dark circles under his eyes \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n

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We decided to play a joke on Austin this year. When we were down in Chapel Hill he wanted to steal a piece of coal out of a train car.<\/p>\n

I of course took pics.<\/p>\n

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Always good to wear a bright red sweatshirt with your name on the back.<\/p>\n

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The rest of us watched but were prepared to make a run for it if anyone said anything to him.<\/p>\n

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So when we filled all of the kids stockings this year, his was empty- except for the piece of coal. I wanted to put a list in there of every thing he had done bad this year- detention for using a cell phone at school, getting busted by the police while toilet papering a friends house (it was pay-back), calling me from Subway the other evening after he and all his friends ordered subs and then realized that they had no money…. you know, funny things like that.<\/p>\n

Well it would have been funny- he believed that was all he was getting. That’s the coal, wrapped in plastic wrap so his stocking wouldn’t get dirty.<\/p>\n

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But Cole started to cry. And I can’t stand to see my baby cry. So I rushed and got the stocking that was full of Austin’s gifts and told Cole that I was just kidding, Santa actually DID leave him presents, I just switched them with the coal.<\/p>\n

My kids are going to need therapy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Things are weird around here. I have developed a twitch in my right eye that flairs up when I talk about moving or sometimes when I even think about moving. Moving is stressful. Very. But it’s also exciting. So I cling to that part. Cole went to the dentist today and apparently he has teeth growing in the wrong place. His mouth is a mess. First on the list is to find an orthodontist in Chapel Hill. Last Friday Blake came home from lacrosse practice and told me he almost passed out on the field. He was coming down with a cold and I wrote it off to having two sleepless sleepovers in a row. Plus Cole and Eva both had nasty colds with a bad cough. But today, almost a week later he has a fever and cough and puking that just won’t go away. One of us has slept downstairs with him every night. Decided it was time to get the dr. involved. Turns out he has pneumonia in one lung. The doctor said that it will take a good week for him to get better. I feel like a bad mom \ud83d\ude41 At least he got a laptop and new quilt for Christmas. I did take a few (bad quality) pics on Christmas, but not many He looks thrilled- he was actually excited about that gift- nice dark circles under his eyes \ud83d\ude41 We decided to play a joke on Austin this year. When we were down in Chapel Hill he wanted to steal a piece of coal out of a train car. I of course took pics. Always good to wear a bright red sweatshirt with your name on the back. The rest of us watched but were prepared to make a run for it if anyone said anything to him. So when we filled all of the kids stockings this year, his was empty- except for the piece of coal. I wanted to put a list in there of every thing he had done bad this year- detention for using a cell phone at school, getting busted by the police while toilet papering a friends house (it was pay-back), calling me from Subway the other evening after he and all his friends ordered subs and then realized that they had no money…. you know, funny things like that. Well it would have been funny- he believed that was all he was getting. That’s the coal, wrapped in plastic wrap so his stocking wouldn’t get dirty. But Cole started to cry. And I can’t stand to see my baby cry. So I rushed and got the stocking that was full of Austin’s gifts and told Cole that I was just kidding, Santa actually DID leave him presents, I just switched them with the coal. My kids are going to need therapy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":7070,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[151],"class_list":["post-7068","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life","tag-christmas"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/IMG_8184copy.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7068","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7068"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7068\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17995,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7068\/revisions\/17995"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7068"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7068"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7068"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}