The Testosterone Adventures: Home of the Swine

Friday, October 9, 2009

Home of the Swine

I come home from the ICU after cleaning up vomit, poop and anything else leaking out of seriously sick patients with all sorts of crazy illnesses...

If I'm not coming home from the hospital, I'm coming home from the YMCA child watch where I watch little germ ball children that put everything in their mouths...

Scott comes home from Fed Ex after sharing his pen and scanner with 200 of his closest friends...

Gavin comes home from 2nd grade where he and his classmates really can't wipe their noses yet but are too cool to ask for help so they try anyway and they sneeze all over their best friends because they forget to cover...

Tommy comes home from Pre K and speech therapy everyday where he is exposed to about 50 different classmates and teachers...

Finn comes home from Miss Tammie's house and is always putting his shoes or my cell phone in his mouth and is teething right now so drools on everything...

Petey also comes home from Miss Tammie's and also puts everything within reach into his mouth...

Soooo, it's no wonder we are hibernating at home right now with the Swine Flu. I have been scared to death about getting it but it's here and there's not much I can do now. Finn was in the ER last night with a 103 degree fever and came home with a positive diagnosis. Petey started to show some symptoms but appears to be having a much milder case. I kept everyone home today in hopes of minimizing the spread. I quarantined the sickies to one side of the house and warned the big boys not to come near them. I sanitized in and out of the room. I took Qhour vitals and administered lots of Motrin. So here we are after an exhausting day, Finn is fitfully sleeping on top of Scott's lap. The big boys are performing a high intensity magic show in the living room making it impossible to keep a serene feeling in the house for the sick guys. I guess that's what happens when I make them rest all day and they have no outlet for their energy. Well, time for another set of vitals so I must go. After reading this post, please sanitize your keyboard and go wash your hands.

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Gavin 12 years old

Gavin is my first born, my picky eater, my early bird and my most logical child. He's a book loving, ramp building, scooter jumping, brocolii eating, useless trivia collecting boy. He makes a fabulous personal assistant and is a very reliable man of the house when Scott is at work. Gavin is the fearless leader of the little boys leading them into battle against anything that stands in their way (most often they gang up against me). Gavin has the ear of a musician and the soul of a dancer. He recently wrapped up a Michael Jackson phase although he's still perfecting his moon walk. Gavin can research anything on the internet. I recently found him googling job openings in traveling circuses. When I questioned him, he told me he was interested in joining them. He's been working on juggling for months. This is Gavin, my quiet thinker, my day dreamer and my practical planner.

Tommy 9 years old

Tommy is my biggest challenge. He will push me to the edge, nudge me over and then offer his hand to pull me back up. He's so lovable yet so naughty, so rude yet so clever, so exhausting yet so satisfying. He's all boy as they say. He's the house spider killer and lead lizard trapper. Tommy loves gardening with me and is always the dirtiest one in the bath tub. He is me 24 years ago. He'll turn out to be a wonderful adult, it's just making it through boyhood I worry about. Tommy is always at my side, mostly so we can argue, but by my side none the less. He's incredibly stubborn and passionate about everything. My mom reminds me that while stong willed children can be hard to raise, there's a place for them in the grown up world. Who else is going to become CEOs or run small countries?

Finn 6 years old

Finn Finn Finn... demands all my time, demands my whole lap, demands my I phone, but melts my heart. Petey however is not so fond of him. Finn is known as "the handler" right now. He is in charge of everything Petey does, what he plays with, what he eats and where he goes. He's Pete's personal assistant, coach, bodygaurd and self appointed best friend. Finn's inseam and vocabulary are growing leaps and bounds everyday. Finn was born to be a big brother but also enjoys having his big brothers to follow around and torment.

Peter 5 years old

A baby no more. Petey is growing up so fast I can hardly stand it. Lots of teeth, lots of hair, and lots of trouble. He's our number two mess maker these days. Petey spends most of his days trying to keep up with the big boys. Unfortunately, Finn has decided that Petey belongs to him. Petey is told what to play with, where and for how long. When we're out and about I never have to worry about Petey keeping up, Finn worries about him and refuses to let go of his hand. Pete is usually pretty tolerant however, Finn has a few scars from Petey bites.

Huck 2

Lucky Huck is the latest initiated member of the band of brothers. He came tumbling into this world in whirlwind of drama and hasn't slowed down. I can't wait to get to know him more. Huck's personality seems to blossom every day. i'm predicting: dramatic, snuggly, tolerant and brave but time will tell. He is smothered with kisses, his fuzzy head is constantly rubbed and his toes are tickled with the filthy hands of his older brothers constantly. They all enjoy holding him consequently Huck is the cause of many fights. Huck is referred to as Lucky Huck most of the time unless it's Petey talking about him, then it's Lutty Hut. i like both but I really think of myself as the lucky one as I snuggle with this little guy.

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Home of the Swine

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