Wednesday, May 22, 2013

My youngest son, (nicknamed Fiver here on my blog), is named IRL for one of my heroes: a famous American test pilot.

I have noticed that my kids seem to resemble their namesakes. My oldest; named for another of my heroes, a brilliant naturalist, is clever and loves science.  My oldest daughter; named for her great aunt, one of the sweetest people I know, is gregarious, giving, and kind.  My younger daughter whose name is taken from an HP Lovecraft story is decidedly odd and sometimes a bit spooky. My middle son, bearing the name of a favourite comic book scientist, is brilliant with math and machines.

And then there's Fiver.

The boy should have been named after Matt Murdock - Daredevil of Marvel comics - because he is the Kid Without Fear.


He's the only one of my five who has broken a bone - his arm - after diving off his brother's top bunk. He's the one who fell out of the tree and had to be carried inside by his sister.  He had fallen on something and punctured the skin on the back of his head, drenching himself and her in blood.  He is constantly climbing things.  Ground level is boring to him.  He wants to be up HIGH.  He jumps off of or falls off of things almost daily.

So I wasn't surprised a bit to hear big sister, THCTD, worriedly telling him to "get down out of that tree before you fall!"

Sure enough, a moment later there was a rustle, a crash, and much commotion.  I met them at the door; Bitty Girl, Bulk, and Fiver in THCTD's arms.  Fiver had bled copiously all over his sister (again) from a scraped knee, skinned arm, and an inch long gaping cut under his chin.

Turns out he had not only fallen out of the big pecan tree in the front yard but had landed half on Bodog's car - snapping off the passenger's side mirror on the way down.


What about you?  Do your kids 'match' their names?  Do you have any daredevils in your crowd?

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Saturday, May 11, 2013

I got better!

So ... yeah ...

I assume you thought I was dead, yeah?  Or turned into a newt?

NO SUCH LUCK! Bwahahahahahah!

Actually, I just had The Year From Hell.  Seriously.  We had what can only be politely termed a series of unfortunate events.  Most involved money. Two involved the government. One involved a crazy person and another a moron from Viet Nam with a sadly tiny penis.

Happily, it was nothing to do with our health: I and Bodog, and the brood are all fine - hale and hearty - and all that gobshite is in the past.

So I'm back to blogging!  Yay!


So here's your Share for the day:  Middle son, Bulk (age almost 8) and youngest son, Fiver (age 6) come gimping in from playing outside.

Bulk: "Momma?! You know that thing? That barn? Where the goats are? With the roof?!"

Me (guardedly): "Yeeeeess"

Bulk: "Well if you jump off of it*, it doesn't hurt!"

Fiver: "Yeah!  I jumped off it!" (spit-filled sound effect of rushing wind)

Me (doing a rapid visual assessment for blood or bones sticking out): "Yeah?"

Bulk: "Yup!  When you're going down it's great but when you hit, you hit so hard the boogers fly out of your nose!" (hysterical giggles from both boys accompanied by helpful nasal-projectile gestures.)

Me (sitting down before I fall down): "That's great guys ..."

They scamper back outside but Bulk pauses before he goes and says thoughtfully: "Now I can breathe out of my nose!"

*The barn in question is actually just a shed and they were leaping from the loft.


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