Kiddy torture...

Yesterday morning I woke up with an awful pain in my neck. I figured I must have slept wrong or something, or maybe my husband smacked me in the middle of the night while I was sleeping... either way, it hurt and I wasn't the brightest, happiest person to be around.

I decided that I needed to lay down with a heat wrap on my neck. Sounds easy enough, right? I mean, stick the wrap in the microwave for 2 minutes and lay down with it around your neck... right? Right. So that's what I did. Gabriel and Eli were playing very quietly on the floor in front of me and everything was great... for a whole 30 seconds.

As I was laying there with my eyes closed listening to the boys play I all the sudden feel little hands on my face. Eli had decided that I needed company and now that he can crawl up and stand against thing the couch is the perfect level to come play with me. I don't mean play with me as we were playing together, he was literally using me as his toy, and it was not so very fun.

First he decided that my nose needed to come off... it hurt. He tried really hard on this one for a very long time. Then he decided my mouth needed to be open, lips needed to come off and was very determined that his hand needed to be in there. Don't even get me started on my eyes and my hair.

Then Gabriel decided that since Eli was having fun playing with Mommy he needed too as well. So he crawls up really close to Eli and starts poking at everything on my face naming them as he goes. I opened my eyes at one point even with the danger that a little finger would insert itself in them to see one of the scenes from a movie or a commercial where the kids are trying to wake their parents supper early in the morning. You know those scenes, where you laugh a little bit because the parent looks non the happier at waking up at 5AM and the children are all ready to play?

Then Gabriel decided that he needed to use me as his own person couch and came to sit on me which would have been fine but he doesn't sit still. He moves, a lot. My neck pain was getting anything but better, if anything it was getting worse.

I lasted through kiddy torture for 5 minutes before my nose was burning and literally felt like someone had tried to rip it off. Wait, someone did try to rip it off, Little E that is. By the time I was ready to get up I had my hands over my face to protect myself and a almost 30lbs toddler sitting on my shoulders. I had to have a little laugh when I finally sat up to save myself, now I know what all the parents in the movies and commercials feel like.

Apparently...

I guess 8 month olds make for a very comfy pillow...

Gabriel and Jesus

Last night in bed Gabriel kept whining and didn't want us to leave the room because he was a little bit scared. See we have these pull up and down shades for the windows and twice the one in Gabriel's room has flown up, once at night and once during his nap time. He's been a little afraid of it ever since. So I'm with him in his bed and I explain to him that he doesn't need to be afraid because Jesus is always with him and if he's scared he just needs to talk to Jesus. It calmed him down and he fell asleep. He also slept through the night which is something that he has not been doing lately.

So today Gabriel, Eli and I were all playing in Gabe's bedroom and Gabriel starts talking about how 'Jesus in bed'. I explain that yes, Jesus was in the bed with him last night and explained how Jesus is always with us no matter where we are. Then I had him touch his heart and told him that Jesus is in his heart. He gives me a slightly confused look...

"Jesus in heart?" He asked.
"Yes Gabriel," I said, "Jesus is in your heart."
Gabriel's got his thinking look on, "Jesus heart. (which means 'ok, Jesus is in my heart') Gabriel got Jesus!"
"Yep babe! You got Jesus!"
Then Gabriel goes into his tent and pulls out the teddy bear that he has named after his Daddy. "Daddy got Jesus?"
"Yes, Daddy has Jesus too."
He pulls out the teddy bear he has named after me. "Mama got Jesus?"
"Yep! Mama has Jesus too!"
Then he disappears into his tent again and starts pulling out all his animals and with every one that came out he would go on that "Elephant got Jesus, an' panda got Jesus, an' sunflower got Jesus, an' Eli tiger got Jesus, an' Gabriel tiger got Jesus, an'...." All of his stuffed animals got Jesus apparently :)

Then later we are in the living room and Gabriel is underneath the desk and he's hitting the wall with a toy while trying to sing 'Jesus loves me' and after telling him not to hit the wall a couple of times (and him not listening) he comes out. "Mama, Jesus make owie."
Me: "What babe?"
Gabe: "Jesus make owie (on) wall."
I look under the desk to see a mark on the wall from him hitting his toy against it. "Babe, Jesus didn't make the owie on the wall, you made the owie on the wall from hitting your toy against it and Mama told you not to do that."
Gabriel looks at me for a moment, then squints his eyes for a second... "No. Jesus make owie."

He hasn't quite gotten yet that Jesus doesn't like lying :)

Canned Goods

I hate canned food. Besides the fact that canned food is more unhealthy for you then frozen or fresh it also tastes different. It tastes like it's been sitting in a can, which to me is gross, it has a metal taste to it. I don't consciously think 'oh I need to avoid that aisle because everything is canned' when I go grocery shopping or 'I shouldn't eat that, it's in a can' it more just comes natural, I don't like it that much so I don't buy it.

I never really thought about how much I dislike canned items or if I was really any different then the average person until I had a Pampered Chef party back in October. The consultant wanted to demonstrate her can opener so she asked me if I had anything canned that she could open that I would use soon. When she asked I even thought 'sure, everyone has something canned they always use' because most people do. Then I opened my cupboard and the only thing I had canned was salmon and a can of baked beans I've had in there since July (I still have the same thing, just add peaches and for some reason Josh bought Cream of Celery soup and I don't know what to cook with that). I gave her a can of salmon to open and then I think I threw it because I wasn't in the mood for salmon dip before it went bad. That and opening up canned fish always grosses me out and after it sat in the fridge for a day or two I just couldn't stomach to eat it. Something about the juices and smell... gross. I try not to look or smell when I make salmon dip until everything has been added and it's done, otherwise I loose my appetite. Don't even get me started on tuna... Ok, you got me started (or at least I did)...

Josh has made tuna sandwiches a whole of 2-3 times in our marriage and every time he does I walk around holding my breath and gaging while I open up every window in our house. Then I stick my head out the window while the house airs out so I don't have to breath in the smell. So. Gross. In my opinion anyway. Then one time I was on a missions trip and the lady whose house we were staying knew that I didn't like tuna and she was very deteremined that I would like it. So, she made tuna pizza.... yeah, I ate it... I hated every minute of it and then told her it tasted great. Then I was so happy to leave before she could make it again!

Anyway.

I think maybe my dislike for canned foods came from how I was raised. My mom didn't buy stuff in cans that often and she had/has this big beautiful garden that she would freeze her veggies from for the whole year and they tasted, and still taste, amazing. I've had canned veggies a few times in my life and honestly I have a hard time putting them down. They are mushy and to me taste nothing like the actual thing.

What do you think? Do you buy canned? Do you like it better then fresh or frozen? Am I just weird that I think it tastes like metal ;) ?