Award Day

So today I've nominated myself for two awards-  "The Mom of the Year Award" and "The Worst Mom of the Year Award."

Why both?  Let me explain. To all veteran moms out there with 3 kids this is probably no big deal.  But to me... I did it and survived and so did the kids.  Today I packaged all three kids up (mind you, it is snowing outside and slushy and slippery) and headed to a play date I planned.  I agree... not so big of a deal.  But it is a lot or work and I managed to bring everything I needed (didn't forget a kid even!) and not leave anything, or a kid, behind.  I had to mention the weather conditions because I still haven't mastered carrying the car seat with Sarah in it and Leah on my hip at the same time.  (For Christmas I'm asking for an extra set of arms.)  So this requires Leah, who loves to take her sweet time, to walk from point A to point B.  The snow and slush make it a little more difficult and me a little more impatient.  But, hey, we managed!  Anyway, we left the playdate to take Sarah to the doctors for a check up.  So just repeat the same loading and unloading story from the playdate and now I feel like a supermom... I've done it twice in a matter of hours and I haven't had to yell and the kids are still smiling! 

Now for the "Worst Mom of the Year" story.  For the past week Max has been a different child. I kept saying, "I want my old Max back."  "The one that is happy and smiles."  Besides being ultra whiney he has had these random physical complaints.  First his knee hurt and then his "waist" hurt.  He had a fever for one night.  And then a couple of days ago he started limping when he walked and had a rash on one leg.  Well, to make a long story short when I had Sarah at the doctor today I asked him if he could just take a quick peak at the rash.  I ended up rattling off all of his other complaints and learned that my "ultra whiney" child has not been attention seeking as I had thought, but rather has shingles and has every reason to whine and be crabby.  From what I've heard shingles can be really painful!  Max kept telling me that his rash hurt and I kept telling him that his rash DIDN'T hurt.  What a nice mom, huh?  And the award goes to....

P.S.  The picture is of Max trying to catch a snowflake!