Celebrating 6 years with a Chocolate Kiss...

Let the ER visits begin! Amazingly enough and knock on wood, Mike and I have not had to make a trip to the emergency room in the 4 years we have been parents UNTIL this past Sunday night, January 10, 2010. Jackson ran into a chair in the family room and split his forehead open a little over an inch vertically.

Sunday, January 10, 2010 Mike and I celebrated 6 years of wedded bliss, 3 children, a dog, and a house in the suburbs! Crazy how time flies and how different our lives are today compared to 6 years ago. As we sat in the Urgent Care in Flossmoor, IL waiting to be seen I couldn't help but dream about how different my night was on Saturday, January 10, 2004. 6 years ago we were dancing double dutch with our friends, reeling each other in like we were fish in a pond, laughing, eating, drinking and enjoying the awesome band play sets of music that appealed to everyone we invited.

FAST FORWARD 6 YEARS...we sit with our 2 3/4 year old (yes the 3/4 makes a HUGE difference these days!) waiting and waiting and waiting until 2 hours goes by and we are still WAITING. Surprisingly, Jackson was patient and pretty delightful in light of the gash on his forehead. We finally moved into the examining room where we waited a bit longer taking the total wait time to about 3 hours. Jackson finally got fixed up and was such a good patient that I told him he could have a special treat when we got home. When I asked him what he wanted he said a kiss. Mike and I looked at each other and thought it was cute that all he wanted was "a kiss". So, Mike leaned in and puckered up for a kiss. Jackson looked at him like he was crazy and said, "not that kind of kiss Daddy, I want a CHOCOLATE KISS!".

To see it through their eyes...

Bobby!!!

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Who the hell is Bobby and why is it the title of my blog entry?! "Bobby" is what Flynn has been yelling just randomly from time to time with no one really understanding why she is saying it or who she is referring to. For example, we were at Aunt Mary's house not too long ago and she was trying to chase the cats around yelling "BOBBY!". We all just sat and laughed as each "Bobby" became louder and more pronounced. Or the time that we were in the car on the way to school and all she kept saying was "Bobby", "Bobby", "BOBBBBBBBY!!!!". Both the boys and I started laughing at her in confusion as to who the heck Bobby was. Braden's genious theory was that maybe she was calling for Bobby from Bobby Bear, a mascot from the kids school that comes once a week for a gym class type of program. We felt settled that this might who she is referring to and moved on. That night, at the dinner table, Flynn sat across from all of us and yelled "Bobby" again. Mike and I, as well as the boys, all looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and started to chuckle again, trying to figure out why the heck she keeps calling out "Bobby". Finally, after no formal response from anyone, she yelled it again and pointed her little finger at me!

I AM "BOBBY"!!!!!!!

Now it's a running joke between Mike, myself and the boys. We are working on emphasizing the M in MOMMY, but for now I guess I'll remain "BOBBY!".

To see it through their eyes...