Monday, June 05, 2006

Today's buzz- literally...

I am the kind of person who has learned to love the ordinary, simplest days in my life. That means, I thrive on waking up, having the kids in relatively good moods, getting breakfast, changing diapers, throwing in a load or two of laundry, blogging, letting the kids pull out every toy and book in sight, Gameboy music in the background, laughter, fighting, lunch mostly on the floor, playing outside, doing chalk on the driveway, drippy popsicles on 4 little faces, coming inside to cool down and watch Spongebob, blogging, thinking about dinner, more mess, more cleanup, baths, folding laundry, jammies, teeth brushing, devotions, getting 4 little ones to stay in bed, more blogging or scrapbooking, and finally bedtime.
That's how I like my days to go. Totally uneventful- no puking, no fevers, no bloodshed, no trips to the ER- those are my dream days.
Today was close. Except for the bee in the car on the way home from picking up Wyndham from therapy. There were 4 kids strapped in carseats in the back of my Honda Odyssey when Brock announced, "there's a bee back here." I said, "I'm sure it's a fly, don't worry." "No, Mom. It's really a bee, I think." "See? You're not sure. It's most likely a fly."
By this time, Ava is shrieking as it buzzes by her head which brings out the best laugh I have heard from Bella in a long time. She couldn't stop her laughter. Brock was now yelling, "It's a bee and it's gonna get Ava!"
I was just exiting off the freeway and had no place to stop. There were construction vehicles and workers on both sides. So, I pulled just beyond the first stop sign and turned into the parking lot of the local minigolf/go-cart site. Bella got all excited. "We get to go golfing!" "No, Bella. We're trying to save Ava from a bee in the van." Really, I was more concerned it was gonna get me, as it was buzzing just behind my neck. I still thought it was a fly, but I saw when I stopped Brock had been right all along and it was an angry bee by the time I got the door open. Just in time.
So, that was the excitement in my life today. Nobody got hurt, just lots of yelling and laughter. Just the way I like my days.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

I just stumbled upon your blog and think that you should write for a living (you know... in the midst of watching four little ones!!)! I think you are talented and hilarious! I enjoy reading abour your faith and fun!

amy j. said...

I was laughing with total understanding at this one Jody. When you have kids and read or hear something like this you just KNOW what the person is talking about. I could hear the kids voices as you described it...you upfront trying to steer them to safety to come to the rescue. Such is the life of mom. Isn't it wonderful! Glad no one got stung. I hate bees and shriek and run every time I see one. Good for you for staying calm. I might have wrecked the car if it had been me.

Carrie said...

One of my most graphic and painful childhood memories is of leaning back in the front seat (so much for that treat!) and being stung by a bee that had flown behind me. I was 5, and it was in the Glen's parking lot. To this day, buzzing insects with stingers terrify me. Good call on pulling over!!!!

NittyGrittysNanny said...

I am sitting less than I foot away from you right now and I think you have no idea that I am even leaving a comment on your blog... how fun!!! I love your everyday's too and I am so glad I am a part of them! Good luck with your "family" scrap page, keep working the days are getting limited:)

Adrienne said...

ROFLOL!!! Glad everyone was ok!

wishfulmommy said...

Hi, Jody! Remember me? I "won" your wedding song contest. I finally got my blog up and running: http://wishfulmommy.livejournal.com
Wanted to come and say hi. Love this post - anyone with kids understands. So funny (but scary, too). Glad the bee did not "get" Ava!

Cynthia said...

We were at family camp last year and my daughter thought that a great big bumble bee was so pretty and fuzzy. So she tried to pet it - and got stung. I thought bee's weren't suppose to sting you unless they felt threatened....
I guess this bee was never stroked before and didn't know how nice it could feel.
I won't tell you how old my daughter was, but she was definately old enough to know better!

Jenny said...

Suuuuuuuuper Mooooooooooooooooom!
Way to save the day!
You will forever be their hero:) Maybe you should scrap this so when they are old mouthy teenagers you can remind them when you were perfect in their eyes :)

Anonymous said...

Jody,
These are the days.
Buried way back where you were reading the other day (about my mother's wedding cake) are these thoughts from when Julie was going in for a simple "heart cath" but the next day she had open heart surgery.
Tom
http://patternsofink.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-4-continued-ache-of-joy.html

Shelly said...

Thanks for reminding me that those yells and screaming laughter are sounds of life happening!!

Joy said...

I know what you mean about great days being ones without puking, emergency room runs, and other disasters. When you walk the road of having special children, your perspective is SO different. I too have learn to bask in the beautiful days and to recognize the beauty in the mundane. It's truly a gift to treasure each day this way!