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Poor Guy

Chris has a kidney stone, so he now has an inkling of what I went through to bear his children. However, saying cheerily, “Now you know how labor feels!” to someone who has a kidney stone isn’t really recommended. At least not until the drugs kick in.

We spent the morning in the ER. Then I had to run in to work while Chris stayed home all doped up. We hope this passes quickly, but your kind thoughts are appreciated.

In totally unrelated news: Last night I got home and just didn’t feel like making dinner, so I suggested we get dinner from the Sonic that just opened down the street from us. “What’re we gonna do, eat in the car?” Chris asked skeptically. “Yeah!” I enthused. “I loved eating Sonic in the car when I was a kid, it’ll be fun!”

I soon learned that eating Sonic in the car isn’t so much fun when you’re a parent. Although I did forget to try to convince Mallory that there was a little man in the speaker box that ran the order back to the restaurant, as my dad convinced me so long ago. I’m sure that little gem would’ve added a spark to the evening.

This was cute, however. I asked Phoebe if she wanted a hamburger or a hot dog, not really expecting an answer. But Phoebe said, “Ummm…a hog-og!” and we all laughed. Then Mallory sighed and said, “I just love my sister!”

And one more anecdote: Last weekend, in another example of how I’m doing my best to feed my children well, we went out for ice cream. I ordered a cone for Mallory, and another one for me and Phoebe to share. I held the cone out for Phoebe to take a lick and she said, “I do it!” I said that I needed to hold it and she said, quite enraged, “No, I touch the Phoebe’s!” Which has become my catchphrase this week, whenever I need a laugh.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there. Here's all the present I'll ever need...



...but chocolates would also be appreciated.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Ah yes! The little man who runs the order back to the kitchen. How could I have forgotten that gem of wisdom. Not to mention the mixed joys of eating Sonic food in the car and how the lovely aroma of french fries never seemed to quite go away afterward!

Happy Mother's Day to you!

Mom
aimee said…
Don't tell me that was the first trip to Sonic for you as a parent?

Because Sonic's headquarters are located in OKC there are Sonic's everywhere so we eat there quite often.

I had forgotten about the little man too! I think it is too late to try to convince my kids. Too bad.

I hope Chris gets to feeling better quickly! We'll be sending positive thoughts his way!

Happy Mother's Day to you too!
Abbey said…
Hope Chris is feeling much better. Any kind of stones are not much fun. I love the little Sonic man! Will have to remember that for my kids.
aimee said…
So, is Chris feeling better?

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