Get 'em Where it Hurts!

And that is EXACTLY what it did too!

We went swimming yesterday and my little Mase was stung by a jellyfish on his penis and down his scrotum! Yep! I felt so BAD for him. The stupid thing swam up there and got him good!

He came out of the water and ran toward me with his suit dropped to the groung and package in hand screaming. It was all red and swollen...and I am a bad mom and forgot the vinegar! Duh!

He is better today...but he said he wants a speedo for a swimsuit like the French kids so, and I quote, "nothing can get in there and sting my stuff!"

In Case You Didn't Know....

My younger two NEVER actually peed the bed. They "sweated".

That's what Mase and Jace have always claimed when they woke up to a wet bed..."I didn't pee pee, I sweated cuz I was hot."

So the Hub had to go sleep with Mase the other night cuz he was having a bad dream and I wasn't budging from my soft bed. In the morning both he and Mase were sopping wet (the Hub let him have a drink after 9pm...duh).

I asked the Hub what happened, and he said, "Mom, Mase and I sweated on the sheets cuz it was super hot in here." The deadpan look cracked me up! My two boys standing in their wet underwears looking guilty as heck...one for supplying the drink and the other for "sweating" in the bed...it was a Kodak moment!

I'm sorry...But did that just come from YOU??

I will admit it...though not proudly...we are a gassy family. No really, you have NO idea!

I being the least mind you, the other four are totally Truckers! Even our cat Kiko can run you out of the room.

Let me elaborate. One day while traveling home from church, all of a sudden this thumping starts. The Hub is looking around at the car, I am with him thinking "Oh no...another flat!" The noise grows louder and we actually start to pull over. Only now the whole back seat is suddenly roaring with laughter...and as the laughter grows the thumping gets faster and is finally recognizable.

Me: Bren! WAS THAT YOU?????
The Hub: NO WAY! That was HER?
Bren: (laughing uncontrollably) Uh huh! (tears are streaming from her eyes)

Seriously, we actually thought we should have her examined by a doctor after that. The Hub still high fives her for it. *sigh*

Oh ok...here's another one. The Hub lets one go one day and my son, Mase, yells out: "Hey! That sounded like that duck!"
Bren: Oh yeah it did! Aflack! (said in her best impression)

Oh then we had laughing and more attempts at recreating the "aflack duck" sound AND NOT WITH THEIR MOUTHS! *yet another sigh* Did I mention the Hub is in on it? I didn't...well he is.

Even my 4 yr old Jace passes gas like a big ole Truck Stop Trucker...on command...*sniff*

The only time I really enjoy them damaging the Ozone with their trumpeting is when we are around the Hub's parents...who don't draw attention to such things, even when my mother in law let's them slip all the time and everyone in the room keeps deadpan faces. Because it is MY children (said proudly now) that point it out.

"Eww grandma you pooted!" "Grandma pooted!"

Oh yes, revenge is so very very sweet! (my thought as I exclaim "children, that is rude, stop that"...but I put little effort in stopping them. *evil giggle*)

From Tornado Alley to Hurricane Valley

That is what we did when we moved. From one worry to another. At least with hurricanes you get a few days warning so you can actually leave. Though some choose to stay, and I won't even bother with the logic in that.

Anyway, so because we have lived in these two very active places (mother nature wise), my kids are a bit...how shall I say...SCARED TO FREAKIN DEATH of storms. And today I hear that we have a wonderful Tropical Storm Chris coming our way, should hit us by 1am. Now I experienced TS Denis and TS Cindy last season...they came through at the same time, one on top of us and one on bottom so we got quite a storm. It was scary and loud but it wasn't dangerous. Just a ton of wind, loud thunder, lightening, and buckets of rain. Basically a Texas thunderstorm would have laughed at this storm, but still it was exciting.

Ok back tot he kids...I cannot tell them a TS is headed our way or we will have nervous breakdown, dramatic fainting, talking in tongues--you get the point. So I am quietly trying to go stock up on water for drinking (we have bottles for flushing and washin...if the waves get too bad the island shuts the power and water off), and I just KNOW they will eventually figure it out, but I am hoping that it's not until the storm hits and I can just say "oh it's a thunderstorm, no biggie".

We plan on shutting the hurricane shutters so they won't see the trees blowing or the waves in the lagoon. Ugh! Dramatic kids are so high maintenance!!!!

That's what I should have chosen for names for my kids: Bren is Betty Davis, Jace is Marylin Monroe, and Mase is...hmmm...was there an overly dramatic male actor back in the day????

**UPDATE** The TS turned right before us and we only had rain, wind, and a little thunder. But one thunder was pretty loud and Bren was sound asleep on the futon and I was on the couch (listening) and when she heard it she jumped out of bed (1/2 asleep) but the blanket was wrapped around her feet so she didn't have feet to land on and ended up falling and them rolling across the floor before finally standing up UNDER the table and banging her head. I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants. Bren, however, was not...but then when she felt safe she was cracking up. ROFL!