you're gonna blog about this....aren't you...

Why yes, Andy, yes I am going to blog about this. Because special family memories must be preserved at all costs!!!!! So, me and Bug are hanging out at home in our jammies and Studly calls "hey sweetie", he says, "have you taken your sleep meds yet?" Now, it's like 7:30 pm, my man knows me too well. "No", I say, "why?" He says, "well, head on over to your twins house." Let's stop for just a moment here. I cannot even begin to possibly tell you how many times this phone call has happened. I would venture to say at least 20, and every time it ends in a trip to the emergency room. Typically, it's my twin and her blasted kidney stones. However, it has been for Tony, for Missy, for twin, but this is the first time it's been for Andy. Let's continue "ok, I say, which one is it?" It's Andy, Eli scissor kicked him in the nose and it won't stop bleeding. " ok, i'm on my way. Sure enough, I get there and my mom is there in her jammies. I take one look at Andy and it's off to the emergency room. Poor guy has a fractured nose, and Eli has two bruises on the top of his foot from where he kicked him. Eli's side of the story is that he and daddy were playing karate. He kicked once, missed, but then Tony was pretty impressed with the amount of wind that his foot made when kicked, so Eli did it again and that was the kill shot. Eli also tells me about the colorful language that Daddy shared with his little angels. And, this my friends, is how I get a house full of kids in my living room trying to sleep at 11:30 pm. Their daddy is hopped up on vicotin and should be asleep by now. It's either we laugh or we scissor kick them ALL in the head.

Chrissy