the very best medicine

I believe in laughing! It's my favorite thing to do. I love to be around people who make me laugh, there's nothing better than it. I don't have a lot of "skillz" but I can pretty much find humor everyday even on the worst days. It's important. So with that in mind, I've raised Charlie to be able to laugh at himself as well as to find humor in most situations. Life is too short to be serious all the time. SOOOO this morning we had one of those, uncomfortable, could have been serious but turned humorous moments...

(WARNING if you aren't a parent, this may gross you out)

Charlie was taking a shower this morning and yelled for me "MOMMY!! My butt hurts realllllly baaaad" so I said "OK, use SOAP, and wash yourself really good, then when you are done I'll take a look". gross. So he got out of the shower, and had one of his pathetic "poor-me" looks, kind of pouty with the eyebrows furrowed faces... I asked him if it still hurt and yes in fact, washing it with soap had made it worse!! WHINE (whatever) So I got the miracle cure, Aquaphor, and said OK bend over.... so he did... so picture this (and no I did NOT capture this moment on film, digital or otherwise, it's more of a mental picture) he's bending over, grabbing his ankles, butt full in my face, and so I begin to do my mommy magic, and Charlie goes " I WANT TO LIVE, MOM, I WANT TO LIVE!" Well after that we busted out laughing, both of us... I said why did you say that, he goes "well I don't know I just thought it was funny" and it was! I may use that line at my next gyno visit...

Being a mom is the BEST.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to School today...

For those who know, love, and have cared for my little boy, it's no secret that Charlie has a way of charming/negotiating a better deal for himself. He'll work any situation to his advantage, whether by being cute, or bringing up his excellent behavior, or really any angle he can get. For example, when he was 4, he'd ask for a cookie, and I'd say "sure honey you can have a cookie" the automatic response would be "can I have 4? Because I'm 4 years old"... I'd lay bets that he would be a successful contract negotiator.

This morning, he was up early, I heard him up while I was in the shower. As usual, he was invading my presonal space and in the bathroom with me within a minute. He asked if we could go to Sonic for breakfast ths morning, because "Mom, I'm dying for a breakfast burrito, and I'm going to go to Albuquerque in a couple weeks, and I have had good days at school everyday". So I told him if he got ready for school with no whines and with complete cooperation, I'd take him there for breakfast this morning. So our morning progressed easily and as promised I took him to Sonic.

After he'd been eating for a bit, he said, "Oh mom, my throat, it hurts, like in the back, reeeealll bad.."

uh-oh we were both on antibiotics for strep the last 2 weeks, and I automatically thought it wasn't cleared up for him.

So I said "well I guess I'll have to take you back to the doctor to have them make sure you are over the strep." PAUSE, Pathetic face, PAUSE, "well I'm sure a mint would help, oh look there's one in the Sonic bag" hahaha! He had to set up the mint request because he was sure it would be denied (no candy in the morning)...