OOOOUCHYYY!!!!!

Tuesday morning, Big Head woke me up just screaming to the top of his lungs. I went to his bedroom to find him laying in bed. He told me that his right knee was hurt so bad that he couldn't move it. I thought it must just be a charlie-horse and carried him to the bathroom as per his request. However, hours later he was still saying that it hurt so bad that he couldn't move it. So that afternoon, I took him to his doctor's office. That was a disaster in and of itself, let me tell ya! I was carrying Noah, holding my purse and diaper bag with one hand and had Christian in his car seat on the opposite arm. Noah had x-rays taken and blood work. And he did not give up his blood without a fight! It took four of us to hold him down. The x-rays came back normal and the blood tests would take about a day to get results back. His doctor informed me that if his pain persisted or he ran a fever then to take him to the ER. Well, that evening was tough as he laid there just crying as I took care of him. The pain did seem to be much worse and I feared that it may be an infection, like staph or something. My heart was pierced as I told Michael that I really thought we should take him to the ER (fearing that they may even have to amputate his leg, because of the great pain he was in)
Michael stayed with Christian while I took Noah to the ER. The doctor there tried moving his leg, but Noah screamed with all his might. She then came in about an hour later and stated that she had the blood work back from the previous day and that there was nothing alarming about the results. She looked at Noah and told him his leg was ok. Noah then started talking to me, and as he was I watched the doctor pick up his right leg and twist it all around. The child did not make a peep. No PAIN! Noah noticed me watching her finally and he looked down as she picked up his LEFT leg and moved it slightly. He creamed bloody murder. Then the doctor informed him that that was the wrong leg!!!! AAAHHH!

Toilet paper or a house, you choose…

About 6 months ago, Big Head, decided to become Big Toilet Paper Head. He would use the bathroom and use so much toilet paper that he literally stopped up the toilet several times! We were so exhausted with the whole thing that we may have exaggerated our words a bit to him:
Yesterday, Noah waddled into the living room naked, with a hand full of toilet paper. He looked down and sadly stated, “Mommy, I don’t want to get ran over by a car.” I had no clue what he was talking about so I asked him why he thought that could happen. He responded, “Well, I had to go poo poo a whole bunch, now I am gonna have to use more than 5 pieces of toilet paper, so we won’t have the money to live here anymore. And if we go live on the street, we may get ran over!”

Operation Bald Head...

Yesterday, Big Head and I were discussing Operation Christmas Child. It is a wonderful ministry that sends shoe boxes with Christmas gifts to needy children. I was trying to stress to him the importance of this ministry. I had been telling him about all of the things that we have, that some other children of the world do not have. He thought for a moment, then made some statements about how we have a couch, and some children may not have a couch. He went on to say that we have a stove, and some children may not have a stove. I was noticeably impressed that he 'got it'. He smiled and I could see that he so desired to come up with one more thing that we have that other's may not. But it just wasn't coming to him. He started to step down from the chair, then turned to me with a huge grin and said, "And some Grandpas don't have hair either!"

Oh, GOOD, where did you go???

On the way to church Sunday, Big Head and I had this deep conversation:
Noah- "Mommy, there's another little boy at church that makes bad choices just like me"
Me- "Well, son, I don't want you to be the boy that makes bad choices, I want you to make good choices"
Noah- "I know, but the bad is just all inside of me Momma"
Me- "There is bad in all of us, but God gives you good choices to"
Noah- "Sometimes it feels like there is no good, or that God would have to break all my bones just to get to that good"

What is that SMELL?

Noah walked into the kitchen, sniffling his little nose like a dog. He searched and searched all around the kitchen, obviously trying to find something smelly. He finally stopped at the trash can. "I found it!" he proclaimed. He then informed me that there was a yucky smell and that he had found it in the trash can. Then he said, "Mommy, this trash can needs to brush it's teeth, it is stiiiinky!"

Bapatize Him!

Noah and two of his friends jumped into our gross kiddy pool. I mean, the water was green and so yucky! Myself and the other two mothers were terrified at first sight. Then Big Head took a bucket, filled it with water and poured it on one of the little boy's heads! That was it! We were now, all horribly disgusted. I ran to Noah and said, "Son, why would you do that, that was soo gross!?" He said, "Mommy, I was just trying to bapatize him!"

A Little Bit Taller....

So Noah has now decided that there will be many changes in his life, due to his new level of maturity (turning 4 and all). He has chosen to no longer wear pants or shorts with pockets on the behind. And if I try to put them on him, he (with his most grown up voice) informs me that, "these furusterate me, Mommy!"
He also believes that he has grown taller. He went to a friend's home and had to wash his hands at the sink. Well, her sink is much lower than ours is at home, so he did not have to use a stool. He stepped right up to the sink and half way through washing his hands, he looks up at me in amazement and states, "Mommy, I can reach the water. Must be cause I am 4!"

NOT ON THE CARPET!!!

After church on Sunday morning, we took the short drive back to our house. I parked in the garage, as usual. Noah had been listening to KLOVE and I was chatting with my Mamaw as she was explaining how she and Papaw would just love for us to send Big Head their way to spend some quality time. As I rounded the corner, I see Little Heiny peeing on my carpet! I quickly got off the phone, dropped everything and went to Noah. With my most serious mommy voice, I asked him what in the world he was thinking? He said, "I just couldn't hold it." I cleared my throat and reminded him that the bathroom was less than ten feet away, or the yard was only one foot away. I would have preferred the yard (yes, even with the neighbor's watching) over my carpet! He looked up, feeling my frustration and said, "There's no such thing as perfect people, Mommy." (that line is even funnier if you listen to Natalie Grant)
As humorous as it all sounds now, I was not amused and said, "I am not asking you to be perfect, I am simply asking that you pee in the TOILET!"
Mamaw and Papaw his bags are ready =)

Give me back my SKIN!!!

Yesterday, Big Head was running and he slipped on the carpet. He was pretty upset. Carpet burns do hurt bad, after all! I assured him that we would clean it and put a bandage on to make it feel better. But nothing I could say was putting him at ease. He just kept looking at his arm where the booboo was. Then he walked slowly over to the spot where he had fallen and began looking around? I asked him what he was doing, he replied, "I am lookin for my skin, I need it back!"

Sit, no Stand, no Sit!!!

Big Head is so excited to be turning the big 04 this week! So we decided that it was time for him to start sitting in big church on Sunday nights. Knowing that I have a pretty hyper son and my husband was preaching last night, I was quite nervous at first. However, Noah did really well. He was very quiet, and when he did want to speak he used his whisper voice. He did not crawl under the seats, throw gum, yell, or run up the isle. He was being a perfect little angel. Well, perfect for him =) Then suddenly he just stood up. I told him to sit. He did. Then about two minutes later he stood back up. I told him to sit. He did. This went on about eight times! And finally I asked him 'why' he was choosing to stand up. He said, "Daddy told me to." And he was so right. Michael's sermon was on 'Standing up for Christ' so each time he said that, Noah would stand up!

No PP on the Slide!!!

Today we met a friend of mine for lunch at an Italian place called 'Baris'. And I must preface this by saying that my husband is in seminary and is a youth pastor. Therefore the words spoken by our lil man will be even more insane if he ever repeats this at church! On the way, Noah says ,"Mommy, it is takin a long time to get to these bars."
And because sometimes action speak louder than words, I must tell you what happened at the water park afterwards. After playing hard for about two hours, I look over and catch my son peeing behind our stroller. I quickly pulled his pants up, scolded him a bit, and pointed out where the bathrooms were. He said, "Oh, they have bathrooms here?!?" Then five minutes later, I hear laughter and see pointing. As I follow the fingers with my eyes, I see a bare white bottom at the top of the water slide peeing right down the slide! Honestly, I felt much better knowing that someone else's kid had the same problem mine did. Then I looked closer. You guessed it, it was MY Big Head!

The Hard Life of a Son...

As we were driving home from church tonight, Big Head and I both yawned. I asked him why he was so tired. He said,
"I am just tired, cuz I am a son and I just never get a break"