Oh My Goodness!

Posted on 2009-11-09 by Reema


I had confirmation of what I suspected. One of my little men has a “girlfriend.”

No, not Sammy. He informed me that he has seven wives. Somehow that sounds safer than one girlfriend.
I am not sure what to make of this. I realize that I can set boundaries and rules… such as no dating till you are 30… or only group dating … but really if they like someone… there is not much I can do to stop it.
If a certain lady makes my little man’s heart pound faster or happier… it is going to happen.
Wow. And he seems so calm and cool about it.
Didn’t I just change his diaper a little while ago?
When did this happen?
I am going to be a cool mom. I wish he would talk to me about it… but he thinks I am going to be weird about it. (That is my job, isn’t it)?
So I have been observing my friends with their kids. They seem easy going about it. They seem to know that this isn’t anything to get too hung up about. It is a part of growing up.
Yikes.
So I am going to be cool. Set boundaries? Definitely. Keep tabs? You bet! Pray? Never ceasing.
Oh my goodness.
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Equality

Posted on 2009-11-09 by Reema


My in-laws were over last night. We celebrated my brother-in-law’s birthday late.

There was food, cake and cousins. It made for a nice night.
Then it started. The argument of all arguments. It is the argument that seems to have no beginning or end. It is about equality. My in-laws insist that they were fair in their love with both their boys.
Sanj feels otherwise. lol His brother, Raj, is a persistent sort. Once he gets something in his head, it is hard to get it out. There was the time when Raj wanted a motorcycle. He bugged his parents to death for this bike. They gave in.
Then there is the story of the 10 speed. Apparently Sanj worked his butt off to earn a 10 speed bike. He bought this used one and painted and fixed it up. Sanj’s version is that his parents then went out and bought Raj one. And it was a new 10 speed. His parents argue that is wasn’t new.
Then they explained that Sanj was the responsible one. So they gave him a credit card when he went off to school. (Apparently Sanj only used it for gas). They spent their money on his education.
This is the age old argument that comes up. Then without fail, they leave by saying, “Well never mind, Son, we love you very much and equally.”
I actually felt bad for my in-laws last night. They want so badly for their kids to know that they loved them. Equally. Yet since the reality is that there was inequality there, this argument seems to be an endless one.
What do I mean by equality? Well, Raj is a demanding personality. He is the one that got the girls, but only because he went after them. Sanj was too shy to chase anyone. Raj got a bike. But only because Sanj would never have thought to ask his parents for something so extravagant.
Their personalities play a role as did their roles in the family. Sanj, being the oldest was responsible and dependable. Raj, being the baby was catered to and let his needs and wants know.
I felt bad for my in-laws because maybe they weren’t as comfortable with the obvious.
But that is how life is, isn’t it?
I look at my own kids. Sammy and Tyler have no trouble listing 10 things at any given time they may want off the top of their head. If I ask Jordan or Max… whose birthdays are in a few days… they will say they don’t know.
Jordan and Max are not the kind of kids that ask for things. They are content. It is frustrating because I know I have to think and listen so I can find clues as to what they may want.
So do Sammy and Tyler get stuff? Yes. More stuff? Probably. Does it mean that I love them more? No. It means that they are more demanding. It means that it is easy to buy for them.
It means they are brats. lol
In the same light…. I believe Sanj’s folks are so proud of him. Education is very important to them. He gave them bragging rights. He gave them peace of mind. Because he always looked out for his little brother too. Raj has done fine for himself. But… they knew that Sanj would be there to take care of it all. This is something they are proud of .
Sure, Sanj would have liked something. But he never asked. So… where does this leave the argument?
The truth… the black and white is that Raj got more stuff. He got away with more. He was bolder in nature and therefore had the stuff (bikes, girlfriends etc) to show for it.
Sanj was conscientious. He never asked for things that he knew they couldn’t have. He saved, earned and studied.
Yet as I watch this argument unfold over and over… my thoughts have changed over the years.
First, I agreed with Sanj. The favoritism is obvious. But as the years have gone by, as my understand of parenting increases… I see it through different eyes.
I understand how one child gets more “stuff” and how another may get more attention. I understand how all children are loved “equally” even though it may not seem so in actions.
I find myself looking for things to buy Max or Jordan because I want to bridge that gap. I make sure to seek Max (my non demanding child) to shower him with love and attention.
I also know that the day will come when one of my kids will claim that we were unfair. We did this or that wrong. And I am sure I will be there, arguing that I loved each of them equally.
Yet I know that the day will come when They will get it.
So, as I sat there last night, listening and watching my in-laws… I felt for them.
But what I felt was their love for both of their children.
I am pretty sure they love me more than my sister-in-law… if the truth be told.!
lol… Just kidding!
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650! www.sukumaranville.blogspot.com

Posted on 2009-11-09 by Reema

This is my 651th. Apparently, according to my hubby, I use the line or title, “Peace Be Still” too much. It is an annoyance to him.

Hum. Fine, no more PEACE BE STILL! Can you see what I live with? Maybe I am just a constant seeker of peace!
OK, I just wanted to use the words PEACE BE STILL a few more times! lol
We were talking about my blog this weekend. Whether or not it is book material or not?
Feel free to weigh in. My blog has been an evolution of myself. I am not sure aside from my brother how many have been following me and my blog from the beginning.
But as I read the beginning of the blog is see someone that was living in discombobulation. There was so much I was trying to work out. I was a prisoner to my past in many ways. I wanted to be free of the pains I felt yet didn’t know how to do this.
So much of my early blog is about learning about love. True love. And I don’t mean that heart pounding love for your sweetheart. I mean all the components of loving and being loved.
I learned that everyone doesn’t love the same. It sounds silly but this was a huge one for me. I always knew that my dad “loves” me. But his love was not the level of love that I needed to be loved or feel loved. Does that make sense?
My dad’s highest level of love is his 10. His 10 is equivalent to my 5. So it leaves me feeling unfulfilled. It has always left me wanting more. It left me feeling that he didn’t love me.
It took my the last years to realize that each of us love differently. Of course there is the love language. But we all have different love meters. I am not sure if this is something I made up, but it just makes so much sense to me.
Over the last 650 blogs, I have found that motherhood is my true life love. As I sort through and look for what I want to be when I grow up… I couldn’t find that answer because it is right in my face. I am doing it. Mom. I want to be mom 100% to my boys.
I have found that I have a unique way to worship God. It may be different then what society thinks is the right way but my way is what works for me. I love Him so much. I have found God so many times through my blog. Funny, how that works? Thanks God.
My blog has become a memory maker. I love journaling. Since becoming a blogger, I have quit that but find that I can add my stories of my munchkins into my blog which makes it a memory keeper of sorts for us.
My blog keeps me accountable to my kids. Funny, they will read it occasionally and then make mention that I haven’t written about them. They hold me accountable. Have I said how much I love them?
Over the last 650 blogs, I have learned about boundaries. I have learned how to set healthy boundaries for myself. Just because I love someone doesn’t mean I have to live with hurt and abuse.
My blog has been a great source of venting. I have learned through my venting that I am not alone. My struggles are not exclusive to me. What a relief.
Sanj often says my blog is the one thing that I have kept at. Usually I get bored and stop something within a given period. It is my personality. He tells me how surprised he is that I am still with him! lol
So today I am celebrating my blog! Thank you to my readers (whomever you are). Thank you to my Facebook club for all the words of encouragement and love. I love you.
Here’s to another chapter in my life as a blogger.
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All About Joel… In My Words…

Posted on 2009-11-08 by Reema


Our dear principal apparently read my blog worrying that I am writing about him… when I am ready to tear someone to shreds.

So I thought I would put his fears to rest and write about him.
What can I say about this man…
First of all, he is no metro-sexual.
He is someone that likes to have fun.
He is a great prankster.
He is someone of great faith.
He is someone who is patient, long suffering (very long-suffering, lol) and hopeful.
He is a very interesting person.
He loves road kill.
He loves his Wife.
He is a great Dad.
He has a unique ability to pick a shirt that becomes a great conversational piece.
He is a good cook. He makes a great apple crumble.
He is a glutton for punishment.
He likes football (even in his fantasies).
He is our Bill Nye the science guy crossed with the Nutty Professor.
He puts fear in the hearts of fish.
He has corpses in his freezer but not skeletons in his closet.
Aw… There is so much I could say. But the one thing I know is that I am glad that this man and his lovely family is part of our school and community.
Wow… what a nice blog this is. Don’t get too use to it! lol
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All Over Again! Yes, I Would!

Posted on 2009-11-07 by Reema


Last night on our way home from friends, Sanj asked me if I knew what I know now, would I still have married him?

We were going back in time, he was telling (his version) of his proposal.
I said, “Yes, I would.”
He was surprised that I said yes! lol
Guess he realizes that he is a kook.
Life is good. I think that the big picture is a good picture.
I love my husband. He keeps me on my toes. He makes my world go round. He is the peanut butter in my Reese cup.
I love you, Sanj.
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TGIF

Posted on 2009-11-06 by Reema


Last night Sammy came home from hockey practice with an injury.

Apparently his brother, Tyler, slashed him and he hurt his arm real bad.
I spent 2 hours at the doctor’s to determine that it is a soft flesh wound.
SO glad it was not broken. Wondering how many of these visits are in the future?
I heard Tyler “bragging” to his friend that it was broken. (Sammy was trying to make him feel bad… guess that didn’t quite work).
I had a delightful morning with some of my favourite people on Good Neighbour Committee.
Such a great group of ladies, with big hearts and creative minds… (of course we missed you that was absent).
Sammy was at this meeting. “Are all your meetings like this? He asked?
I wasn’t sure what he was getting at. A bunch of women, chatting at once, laughing having a good time (even though we really are working). I didn’t want him to get the idea that I was slacking all day! lol
“Do you always have this much food at your meetings? And can I come?” he asked.
I had to laugh. He was more than happy to fill his belly. There is always food.
Food = fellowship and fun.
Maybe this is what is missing from my other committees that I am not enjoying as much.
I am so looking forward to making the plans and ideas come to life. Nothing like seeing a goal through and knowing you are going to make a difference.
Tonight at our school is a parent night out. Again, it centers around food and fellowship. Greek food is on the night’s menu. Yum!
I am looking forward to just being with people that make my world go around.
Tomorrow I get to go to my camera class. It is 3 hours… on learning all about my new camera.
I am so excited. I am also a little scared.
I didn’t sleep well last night. I ran out of my sleeping pills. I had so much on my mind. I couldn’t make it stop. It was 2:30 or so in the morning and I hear Josh. He sounds like he is going to throw up. I sit right up. I cup my hand under his mouth and out comes a thick stream of supper, I am assuming.
Talk about waking up. It is really one of the grossest things out there. Puke. Even my own kid’s makes me want to throw up.
We changed the sheets, got settled and then my minds begins to go again.
What is that about? I really need to take up yoga or go back to lamaze or something.
So, I am tired. But ready for tonight. I miss my husband. He has been so busy. It is ridiculous.
I am not even going to go there. I can’t wait for spring, when he will be done his classes.
But tonight, it is about us.
There is nothing like a good babysitter. Someone that you know you can walk out and not worry. I LOVE our sitter. The boys enjoy her. And I come home to a clean, dishes done, house.
Her family is going to be moving to another city soon. Not sure that will happen then. Very sad about that.
OK… I am just so tired. So I am rambling. I just needed to write. Hope your weekend is a great one with some relaxation fit in.
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Teenage Torment

Posted on 2009-11-05 by Reema


I have missed writing. Life has been busy. Today I had to take Tyler to the orthodontist for 10 a.m. I decided to take him out for breakfast after dropping the others off.

Moody. Wow. Here’s the thing, I wanted to have my boys close together. I had this fantasy that this would allow them the chance to be friends as well as siblings. I am not sure what I was smoking.
What has been the outcome of that is I have a 14 year old… with 95% attitude. I have a 13 year old with 75% attitude. I have a 12 year old with 50% attitude.
Hello… where did I go wrong? What was I thinking? Don’t get me wrong… they have their moments of wonderfulness but really is moments all I get for the next few years?
Sanj said last night… “wake me up when it is over…” lol
So I am not sure on what the point was. Sure they can be friends… there are those moments.
But Tyler … I so expected him to be easier. Maybe he is easier. I am just scarred. He is an intense child. He is my child that latches on to something and I am doomed.
First there was the obsession with tools. That lasted about 2 years. Then it was all about triceratops. You know the 3 horned dinosaur. That lasted for a few years. Then there was elephants. That was followed by the Crocodile Hunter and a love for reptiles especially crocs.
I am exhausted just remembering. The older he gets the more expensive his obsessions become. Clothing, golf clubs and so forth.
He is now into his friends. It is exhausting. If he is not with them, then he is online texting, emailing or Face-booking them.
He is loyal. He is dedicated to things he loves. Sanj and I were saying he will make a good husband someday far away.
I miss my sweet Ty-ty. I am not sure who this moody broody boy is that keeps surfacing.
So as much as I loved having a baby factory going back in the day… I didn’t think of the hormone hazards that would be coming my way too.
Thankfully I have my lovelies still… my Maxwell, Zachary and Mama loving Josh!
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Peace Be Still!

Posted on 2009-11-05 by Reema


It is 5:28 p.m. I am getting supper on the table, a load of laundry in the wash, tidying up from the morning rush, and admitting that my floor HAS to be mopped. Yuck.

I was always busy. But this kinda busy… I am not sure I like. I really do like being in the office. I like figuring out things and conquering the crazy new computer system. (I just hope that I don’t forget it all by Tuesday, again)! I like being around people. I also really like knowing I am contributing to the business.
But then I come home to dishes, supper, laundry and homework await among many other things.
How do you do it… working mamas? Probably organization, huh? Yah, I really have to work on that one.
I was thinking about how great it would be to find someone to come in 2 hours a day… do my tidying and a bit of laundry… how nice it would be to come home to that!
OK, I’ll keep dreaming.
I appreciate the words of love and wisdom yesterday. I was venting. When Sanj gets stressed, it stresses me.
Here’s the thing… I do know God has a plan, say for our school. I know that He really is in control. I just get so stressed when I see things happening that are not good… I am assuming… and I wonder… “Hello God… don’t forget about us… when are You going to step in?”
I am perhaps of little faith. I think so often of the story of the disciples in the boat, trying to get a little rest from the crowds. Then that storm came. And they were scared. I hate to say it, but really I always felt Jesus was being a little to rough on them. The waves were huge (I am assuming), there was lightning, thunder… I would be to petrified.
I know that Jesus was in the boat. They should have trusted. But I would have been like them. I would have been SO scared. Apparently it is all about timing and faith. If the disciples didn’t lack faith, what would have happened? Just having Jesus in the boat would have kept them safe?
Wow. So here I am … it is all about faith. I trust that our school, which I love so much, which is also God’s school will be taken care of by Him. Just because I am scared of a “storm” doesn’t mean it is all going to sink… right? And just because I see a huge wave that is going to capsize the boat any minute… doesn’t mean that it will sink… because Jesus is in this boat/school… right?
Not that there are storms… this is a metaphor of sorts!
Peace Be Still. Lord, I am praying for peace to still my beating heart. I pray for this amazing school, that I know You love and are in control of. Help me let go. Help me to trust that You have it all in the Palm of Your hands. Help me to let go of pettiness and fear. Bless our school.
Lord, please bless it. Bless our wonderful principal. Thank you for the patience he has and his trust in you. Thank you for the staff and teachers. Then there is the board, Lord… thank you for those that are so dedicated (and their lonely spouses) to serving. Lord, may each of us have open hearts to continue to serve You and open ears to hear You.
May this place be Your place where our child will continue to grow in Your love.
Thank you, Lord, for Rhema.
Amen.
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Thank You, God That Today is OVER!

Posted on 2009-11-04 by Reema


Today is one of those days I am so glad is almost over. I almost fell asleep at 7 p.m. as I was lying down with the boys. It has been a day full of stress.

Stuff was happening at the office… very stressful for Sanj… in turn, me. But it seems to be the kind of thing that will work itself out. Hopefully. Prayer… Faith…
Then there’s stuff that happens that you wish you didn’t know. It happens whenever you care too much or become a part of something dear to you.
What do you do? I wish it was easy to just withdraw. But it isn’t.
It sucks when people take roles and abuse their power. It sucks when people can’t be wrong.
It sucks when one person’s actions impact a larger group.
I want to write death threats. OK, not really. But I do want to be really ugly. I do want to be really unchristlike for 5 minutes. I want to slash some tires. OK… not really… so if your tires are slashed… I didn’t do it… because I really do like you!
It is disappointing when adults act like the child. I would almost say it is an insult to children to liken bad adult behavior to them.
So today was one of disappointments.
But there is always tomorrow. Hopefully one can prayer… that is really what I need to do when I get so frustrated… prayer that God’s in control. He is in control… I am thinking, even when it doesn’t seem obvious.
God, please be in control.
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Breakfast!

Posted on 2009-11-01 by Reema

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123456

Posted on 2009-10-31 by Reema


I am weird. I have this thing about random objects and numbers that line up.

I love slot machines. I love hoping, waiting and wishing for the 3 cherries to line up.
This is the odometer on my van. It is 10:15 p.m. on the highway… dark, late and a van full of tired kids. But I had to stop. It will never line up again as such… 123456 kilometers on my van!
Weird? O.K. my kids already told me. lol
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Trick or Treat…

Posted on 2009-10-31 by Reema





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Just In Case…

Posted on 2009-10-31 by Reema

Max says, “Sammy, how come you have a marker in your pocket?”
Sammy replies, “In case someone asks for my autograph.”
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My Response…

Posted on 2009-10-30 by Reema


My girlfriend, Shelley’s comment to my “P is for Poop” was “How do you do it?”


My answer is “I just do it.” There are many times I don’t KNOW how I do it… but I have to so I do. Here’s the truth… I love babies. I think I was addicted to them. Babies are easy. Actually babies are really easy. I remember people saying… “It only gets harder…”

I would want to hit them. Harder… but yup. Harder. But in a different way.

Today the boys were all home. No one was listening to me. Everyone seem to be picking on someone. Then I heard Sammy say to Zach, “You know “Billy” doesn’t really like you.”

This made me so mad. I hate meanness. I can handle the constant fighting, wrestling and dialogue about weird things like Poop. But I can not handle meanness.

Then I think, “I am so not cut out for this.” What was I thinking? What made me think I could ever handle 6 boys much less be responsible for moulding them into fine young man.

(As I type, Sammy and Tyler are beating each other up. Something about breaking a deal…)

If I could have had a peek into my future… I would have had 2 kids. PERIOD. Or else, I am sure I would have gone screaming and running. … if I had peeked into my future.

Really, life with my 6 boys is not easy. They are busy. That word doesn’t even begin to define them.

They are assiduous, diligent, engaged, engrossed, bustling, energetic, fussy, hectic, restless, tireless, tiring, curious,inquisitive, aggressive, alert, animated, alive, dashing, bold, enthusiastic, fresh, perky, forceful, purposeful, sharp, determined, intrusive, snoopy, sloppy…

Of course I could go on. But … yup… here is the but… if I had to pick one word to describe my sons… wow… the word that comes to mind is Gift. They are my gift from God. They are gifts that I can open every day and find something new. I may not always like the new I discover but it is never boring. My gifts, every day are always a surprise. And I get 6 gifts every single day.

And truth be told, yes, I love getting away. But then, after a day, usually 2… I am ready to get my gifts again.

Gifts can disappoint. Ever opened a present… and then had to scramble to fix your face… it was not what you thought? That happens alot. I look at one of my precious gifts, and then they open their mouth, and talk back or say something ugly. I am so disappointed. You can be sure I wish I could put it back into a box and mark.. “Return to sender.” But apparently God said, “No trade backs.”

Yet… there is another part to this… there is the side to each one that leaves me breathless with the ache of loving them so much. You know that ache? Sometimes I feel it when they are asleep beside me and their breathe is so sweet or with some… funky. Sometimes I feel it when we are in the car and they reach over and grab my hand. Sometimes I feel that ache when I watch them play. It is that ache that makes me keep trying to be the best I can be. It is that ache that begs my heavenly Father forgiveness for being a sucky mom today and begging Him to be the perfect mom tomorrow.

That ache that keeps me going. It is after a day like I had today… and they are asleep that I feel relief that I made it without hurting anyone. And yet, I have this anticipation that tomorrow will be better.

No, if I knew how crazy my life would be before I had or knew my children… I would be momma of 2 quiet, perfect children. But God obviously knew this. So… He gave me the love of babies… He gave me that spirit of not giving up… “I am sure the next one will be a girl…” until I had this crazy and yet amazing family of 6 boys. I am thinking and praying He knew that this was what I was meant to be… mom of 6 boys.

He knew that this way, I would have to turn to Him… every day, actually every hour. He knows that beginning and the end. I am OK with being mom to my six wonderful, yet drive me crazy boys because I know God has my back.

How do I do it? Sometimes moment by moment. Then when the house I still… I exhale. And count my blessings… all seven of them!

God, I am going to admit… boys are so weird. They are so loud, busy and different. Thank you for my gifts… all 6 beautiful gifts. Thank you for nighttime. Thank you for school. Thank you for hockey. Thank you for all that keeps them busy and happy. Thank you for my gifts.
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Reasons To Not Skip Halloween

Posted on 2009-10-29 by Reema



A boy needs to be his hero.

A boy needs to dress up or express himself.
A boy needs to live out his fantasy.
A boy needs to be a boy!
Not sure what the end result of Max’s costume will be… but this is just a taste!
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P in Poop!

Posted on 2009-10-29 by Reema


I start this off with an audible sigh!

The day has been busy. 2:30 p.m. and we are off to pick up Sammy. We grab a snack to waste minutes till 4 p.m. when the older ones are dropped off at guitar. Tyler is down with the fever now. So he is skipping guitar and we are going to puttering around town till 5 p.m.
I went to Chapters… one of my favourite places… I love it there! It is minutes to 5 p.m. I have survived. We wait outside for Sammy and Jordan. It is 5:05 p.m. I realize that he is giving the boys an extra long lesson since Tyler is not there.
My head is pounding. The DVD in the van has quit working (for reasons only God knows). Josh has found Jordan’s recorder. He is playing a happy tune. Only it is not making me happy. NOISE!!! Make it stop!
It’s pizza for supper. I know, again. I really can’t care about that now. My head is pounding. There is NOISE everywhere. I really hope that I don’t have an aneurism.
Max is writing “poop” on the window that is fogging from all the talk.
Max … “There is P(ee) in Poop.”
Hysterical laughing. You know the kind, shoulders are shaking, tears are coming and Max is so impressed with himself.
Sammy… “Max, you should go as yourself for halloween!”
Max… “Yah, I know, I should.”
I am smiling. They are so unique. Boys… the things that they laugh about.
It is 6:19 p.m. I won’t lie. I am counting down. 7 p.m. and then they start to drop.
Then I am off to take Sammy to his 8:30 p.m. hockey practice.
Still wondering how I will manage Grey’s tonight. I need my fix.
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Life with Josh…

Posted on 2009-10-29 by Reema


I am not sure I can write this to come across as to how funny it really was.

Josh had his ear drum repaired… as I have written already.
Sanj wanted to see how it was healing. He put Josh into the sound booth.
This is something he does how many times a day.
“Josh, I want you to repeat the word after I say it.” Sanj instructs him.
Josh is busy touching things in booth. He is too comfortable.
Sanj… “Say ice cream…”
Josh… “Ice cream…”
Sanj… “Baseball…”
Josh… “What?”
Sanj… ” Baseball…”
Josh… “What?:
At this point I am thinking… “Oh maybe he he has hearing loss.”
Sanj… “Cowboy.”
Josh… “What?”
Sanj… (visibly flustered) “Say cowboy…”
Josh… “OHHHHH Cowboy.”
Sanj looks at me… “I have never had a patient like him.”
The boys and I are laughing. Sanj kicks us out.
Josh is apparently within the normal hearing range.
As far as him being normal in other areas… hum… that is yet to be determined.
Yesterday I was sitting in my Archie Bunker chair, talking to Sanj and the phone. Josh is on my lap. All of a suddenly I scream in pain. I am not sure why I screamed… I look down and Josh was trying to see what would happen if he used the nail clippers on my knuckle.
Life with Josh… it is always an adventure.
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What Do You Want to Be?

Posted on 2009-10-28 by Reema


I am very tired today. I could have used a nap today. All the boys were home except Tyler. He HAD to go to school. Even when I begged him to just stay home. He never really seems to mind going to school. Maybe he loves school. Or maybe he just hates the lack of knowing what day at home holds. Maybe he loves the routine of school. Maybe he just loves school.

My three younger ones have become cling ons. For Josh, this is normal. Zach, not so much. So I actually enjoyed it. Max? He has been fighting for his spot beside me.
As soon as I sit, from doing the dishes or what ever… bam… I immediately attract three little bodies… almost simultaneously. I am almost attacked.
I am not looking forward to Sanj being gone. Usually I don’t mind the break. I take the pressure off myself of being the perfect wife… for a few days. lol
Maybe because I am not feeling 100%. Maybe because I hate the responsibility of knowing there is hockey. Maybe because I feel the pressure of Halloween. Maybe because I just going to miss him.
He doesn’t have trouble sleeping with out me. He doesn’t have trouble sleeping. He doesn’t mind being alone. He likes it at times. I hate it. I hate sleeping alone. I will have most of the boys on the bed somewhere while he is gone.
I think I have to take Max in tomorrow to have his lungs listened to. He is sounding horrible.
The boys (well except Sammy) have the next two days off school. Usually I would have something planned. But I think we are just going to lay low. It is a busy enough weekend with Halloween and Hockey.
I am not a huge halloween fan. When the boys were little I loved it. I loved the hunt for the perfect costume. Now as they get older… it is more of a nuisance. Josh wants to be a Clone from Star Wars. Zach doesn’t know what he wants to be. See what I mean?
I am going as a Tree Hugger. lol
I am off to bed. Gotta get up my strength to keep up with the troops tomorrow.
Good Night.
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Scared?

Posted on 2009-10-27 by Reema

Here’s the thing… it is hard not to be a hypochondriac in this day!

H1N1… do my kids have it? There are so many misconceptions of it. It is scaring everyone silly.
The story of the little hockey player who died of it… it is stories like this that help with the panic.
Saturday… Zach is up and ready to play hockey. He is so excited. I watched him get all his equipment on. I loved watching his zest for life. He played. Had a great time. He gets in the car… and for whatever reason I feel him… he is burning up.
Just like that. He wasn’t sick as he was dressing. I would have picked it up. I was right beside him. Then you read this story. Hockey and H1N1 and the death shouldn’t be tied together. The boy sadly died of the H1N1. Hockey was a side line.
I hesitate to take my kids in… usually knowing it will be viral and there will be nothing that can be done. I took Josh in yesterday. Honestly… I was a little panic. He is so little. He is burning up for so many days in a row. He is so still. What if? He ends up having pneumonia.
Then I wonder what about the other two? How will I know if they have pneumonia?
Then there is me. As I understand it, H1N1 symptoms are fever, cough, headaches, much like the flu bug… but what set’s it apart is the respiratory distress. I have not been feeling well for a week. But I feel now like I have a low grade fever, still a headache and today…. my chest feels a bit full. I call my doc. As I repeat how I am feeling, she says you have the symptoms for H1N1. They can’t see me till Thursday. I am to give them a call and see how I feel by then.
Now as I am driving home, I feel wheezy. I can feel it. I feel asthmatic. Oh my gosh… I am gonna die?
See what I mean? Panic. I call Sanj. He leaves on Thursday for Florida.
Can I wait till Thursday to see my doctor? Sanj is calm. “Try you puffer,” he tells me.
He doesn’t seem to worried. So I am going to be fine. If any one should worry, it would be him. Right? He would have to father and MOTHER his 6 sons if I am taken away.
Breathe. I am crazy. Yah. I know.
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Closed @ 8 p.m….

Posted on 2009-10-25 by Reema


I just got a note on Facebook from a girlfriend.

She moved. I miss her. We are both busy. Life.
Yet I have this thing… maybe I am weird but…
I find it so much easier to write a quick note (one of the things I love about Facebook) and say hey than picking up the phone. I am so glad she is on Facebook. We can be friend again. Just Kidding…
I hate talking on the phone once the kids are home from school. There are too many distractions.
There is so much that is needing me. Being on the phone… I love chatting… but then I don’t get done all I need to get done.
Sanj doesn’t understand why I will say, “Don’t answer it… let the machine pick up.”
It isn’t personal. It really isn’t. I can chat with you in the morning while my babes are at school. I can chat in the car while in route to picking them up (hands free, of course… lol). And if you really need me… I’m there.
By 8 p.m. I am done. It is when I begin to shut the real world down. I will chat on Facebook, write emails but my voice is done.
Is this weird?
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