Noodles

Clarissa is my noodle monster, or according to her "noonos." I made pasta on Sunday and the minute she saw me get the pasta box she started to scream and clap "noonos, noonos!!" She LOVES it. It's by far her favorite food. She had 3 bowls of noodles this day and still asked for more.
Clarissa is starting to self feed, and she does pretty good with a spoon, with the exception of pasta, she can't get it in her mouth fast enough using a spoon, so she just goes for it with her fingers!!

I couldn't believe she actually stopped for a second to look at the camera for a picture.

This is what happened today. Two pantry shelves came crashing down on top of my feet. I ended up with a cut on a left tow and a bruise on my big right toe. Not bad considering the size of the disaster!!!

Bee Sting

Drew got stung by a bee (for the second time) yesterday. Non of our other kids have ever been stung. This time around his injury has landed us at the hospital on isolation. His hand is really badly infected and even though it was caused by a bee we were put in isolation. This means he's confined to his room for the whole stay. Poor kid.
As soon as we got to the ER triage they gave him ibuprofen. Then he looked at me and said "can I go home now?" He's been asking to leave ever since and last night when Cory left with the kids, Drew had a meltdown because he wanted to go home with daddy. I can't blame him, I am ready to run out of here. Hopefully by the end of today we will be discharged.
Here are a couple of pictures of him and his BIG red hand. :(

**Edited: we left of the hospital the day after I wrote this post. So we were there from Sunday afternoon until Tuesday late morning.**

Attention Walmart Customers

"Attention Walmart customers. Will customer "mamae" please come to the customer service desk. Your party is waiting for you."
Yes, that's what I herd over the intercom this week while at Walmart. Christopher jumped out of the cart and disappeared in a matter of seconds. Luckily a "nice stranger" found him and took him to the front. When they asked him his mom's name he said "mamae." I think that hearing that over the intercom is what made me not want to "kill" him once I found him. I couldn't stop laughing. He knows my full name, our address, his grandparents names, and yet all he could remember is that he calls me mamae. Ahh, kids!
If you ask him his side of the story, it's quite different. He claims he was never lost. He just wanted to go play in the toy section. Then a lady came up to him and asked him his name and if he was lost. "No, I'm ok" he answered. Will he ever learn?!
I thought getting lost once would help him be afraid of wondering off, but no. I guess he never thought he was lost, hence he was never afraid.