–Last night Ryan and I had a lovely date. It’s great to have a 12 year old, if only for the fact that you can say, “Hey, would you like to babysit for less than half of what I pay a real babysitter and I’ll give you absolutely no notice? How about right now?” And he says, “Ok.” I didn’t really say that part about being cheap, but that’s what I mean. So, Ryan and I escaped from the little rugrats and went to dinner at Bajio and saw a movie. We went to “Invincible” with Mark Wahlberg.
Even Ryan agreed that that Mark Wahlberg, even dressed in his funky 70’s clothes, is pretty easy on the eyes. I must say, he’s got a great butt. It must have been all that time he spent running around with monkeys helped him get in shape for football. And, it’s a great movie. I got a phone call at the boring football part, but Ryan filled me in with, “It’s a really tough game,” and I saw the “feel good ending”, so I didn’t hardly miss a thing. Good movie to take your husband to, since there’s football, drinking in a bar, no sex or crude language, and you get to look at Mark Wahlberg.
–My sister, the one who has 8 children, is having her second child be baptized today. They are also blessing their new baby at the same time. There will of course be a big family celebration afterward. My sister is also incredibly paranoid about germs and sickness and throwing up. Granted, when one kid gets sick in her house, it usually means that some or all of the kids will get sick, and they throw up for a long time. So, we all understand her phobia and paranoia.
So yesterday, as I’m standing in line at Costco (I got out of there spending under $60, I’ll have you know), my phone rings, and it’s this sister. “Have you had any contact with “sister B” (my other sister), recently?” Isn’t that an interesting way to start a conversation? “Because she called me and told me that her son is throwing up today, so they won’t be coming tomorrow, and I just wanted to know if you had seen them in the last 10 days or so.” Well, I hem an haw a bit, trying to figure out when I last saw this sister and her kids. I know I babysat for them a week or two ago, but since I can’t remember exactly when it was, I tell her it’s been about two weeks, and that nobody in my family is throwing up, or been sick in a long long time. It’s the standard speech I give her if we’re ever going to come to her house. She goes on to tell me that this sister was going to visit mom and get some peaches, and when she heard this from our mother, she said to her “Mom, you know if you have contact with her, you will be unclean, and then you can’t come to the baptism!” So, my mom put the peaches on the porch and only said hi to my sister when she came to get them.
So, after I got off the phone with my germophobe sister (I can say that because I know she’ll never read this blog–at least I hope she never will), I called the other sister and said, “I just got off the phone with “Sister A” and she has pronounced you unclean, and anyone who has contact with you is also unclean.” We laughed a bit, because we understand and love our sister, and if we were in her shoes we would probably be just as paranoid. Isn’t family funny?
–Speaking of family, it’s John’s 3rd birthday today! 
Happy Birthday and Hooray! We’ve got a few festivities planned, but I won’t go into that until I can throw in some pictures.
I’m laughing! I must admit… even though I only have one child… I was a bit of a germaphobe too. But I blame that on being a new mom and a nasty case of RSV! But I can’t imagine having 8 kids throwing up at once. That could be made into a horror movie!
And, happy birthday to John! We’re in the process of planning our Blues Clues Party for Max’s 3rd (which is 2 months away)!
I have a sister in law who thinks she is doing everyone a favor by bringing to sick children to EVERY family event, getting everyone else’s children sick and “boasting their immune system.” In reality, she just doesn’t want to bother getting a baby sitter for said sick children or staying home with them herself and missing the fun. It drives the rest of us crazy.
Hope you have a germ free baby blessing and baptism.
All I can think of is 8 kids??? I remember when she was pregnant with number 2. Holy crap!
The really funny thing is that, after skipping school on Friday and Chrissy’s family gathering on Saturday, as well as being labeled akin to leprous, we diagnosed my son (and his dad) as having suffered food poisoning from some ancient ice cream, which we have since thrown away. So Paige, you don’t have to worry this Saturday about the birthday party–we will be sharing neither flu germs nor old ice cream with your children!
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY to John! Your sweet little boy is a three-year-old! I should have remembered he is just about exactly one year younger than my soon-to-be-four-year-old. I hope you survive the threes!
I’m new to your blog (thanks to the comments you left about your germaphobe sister in Chris’ blog) but I had to laugh and then read your post aloud to my husband. I THINK I AM YOUR SISTER WHO HAS THE 8 KIDS, LOL! No, seriously, I only have two, but I am a TOTAL germaphobe, and moreso, a barfaphobic. I freak out if anyone within a 5-mile radius has the stomach flu and has possibly come in contact with my children – ESPECIALLY if we have a special event or vacation coming up!!! It is an obsession, really. I think I need to befriend your sister. I’m starting to think we’re the only two in this world who are insane in exactly the same way. 😉