May 28, 2009
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Pear Moos
Jamie is home from the mountains, as crazy as he is, or because he’s as crazy as he is I missed him, the house seemed ultra quiet without him. Ultra quiet was needed on this occasion, because the plague descended on our house last week. Charlie and Jim were sick first, then Jamie, then me. Nine days of pure hell and my lungs are still hacking and my ears are still ringing. Somewhere in the middle of it, Jamie got bored of watching tv while his mommy fevered away on the couch, so he begged his Grandpa (who is incidentally living with us mon-fri) to take him up to their house for the weekend. Permission was asked and granted, but it resulted in a little incident where Jamie ran away from home. Thinking my dad had forgetten him, he frantically packed his backpack with his toothbrush and enough pants to outfit a milipede and he took off for the mountains on foot Luckily I soon wondered why the house was so quiet, and went searching for him. My heart started beating a little faster when I couldn’t find him anywhere inside, nor outside. I tried shouting his name but I had no voice, just a raspy, congested, frantic whisper. I had no car, Jim took it to get an oil change, so I took off on foot with Charlie tucked under an arm. I finally found Jamie a 1/8th of a mile or so down the road, just past the main house. He was barefoot and pantsless, bound and determined to walk the 230 miles to Lake Arrowhead. When he saw me he ran up screaming bloody murder because although snakes are not terrifying, ants are…at least the kind that chase you (so says Jamie). I was so relieved to find him, that I forgave him for making me run my aching, shivering bones up the road.
This was the worst of it I think, imortalized in picture form for posterity. It’s times like this I really want my mom, I don’t want to instead be a mom. Instead of laying on cool sheets, sipping gatorade and watching Little House On The Prairie reruns, I’m stuck with two sick, cranky, crying kids. Fun times.
Nine days later however, I finally turned the corner. And in celebration I actually cooked… pear moos.
Thats right….some sort of mennonite fruit soup, recipe compliments of a friend in Minnesota. It was yummy. Charlie was not a very happy camper.
Comments (6)
Oh poor Ezzie. I’m sorry you really deserve sympathy, but instead I just laugh over how knackily you describe your life.
hope you all liked the pear moos. ;o)
I’m so sorry you were sick! I kept sending you text messages and not hearing back from you… was planning to call you today. Bekah is here visiting and I wondered if you might want to finagle a weekend visit up this way so you could meet her. But sounds like you’re quite busy enough doing the whole recovery thing. Hope your little family heals up soon. I’m impressed that Jamie made it as far as the main house on his own, particularly barefoot. I would have given up about half way there.
i’m so glad you found jamie. wow. that makes me shiver a little bit.
i thought that jamie had THE personality in the family, but, it’s looking like charlie is cut out to be some competition. heh. his expressions crack me up.
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Thank the Lord that you found Jamie! I can’t begin to imagine the moments of sheer terror you must have had when you couldn’t find him anywhere. Now that he’s safe, it seems cute that he wanted to go find his grandpa.
As for the plague, you can blame Josh and Luke. The had a croupy sounding cough when we all got together for Mother’s Day. Nannie and I got it from there and so did your family who then passed it to you. I guess at least we all share. LOL I’m still not over it and neither is Nannie. It seems like it’s never going to end. I’m so glad you and the boys were better after nine days. Love you guys!
That is so cute! I can’t believe he decided to run away. I’m sure you were scared as hell, but that’s still pretty cute. And the fact he remembered his toothbrush? Priceless.