Sicko Spencers!

Glynn has officially turned into the Snot Monster. Poor baby. He's got a raging sinus infection and the snot to prove it. It takes a lot to get him down, but when he asked me to put in a prescription for him, I knew it was serious. He's kinda got that stuffy-nosed voice right now that makes him sound like Brady. I love it. It's really cute. Now I get to take care of him for once.

The kids, surprisingly, have not caught whatever it is that Glynn has. I started off with a really sore throat a few days ago and it has not progressed to Snot Monster status (yet), which I am very thankful for. If I get congested at ALL, there is the potential for my surgery on Monday to be cancelled for anesthetic concerns. Please please PLEASE send some prayers that I stay healthy enough to have this surgery and that Glynn gets to feeling better!

Moving on.....


Most of you know that I have a slightly unhealthy obsession with Hollywood gossip. Hey, everyone's gotta have their thing, right? So I was checking out one of my favorite websites this morning, and it's got a normal Hollywood mom featured in the blog entry today. One with mussed-up hair and ripped underwear, who lets her kid get messy when she eats ice cream. And doesn't have an army of nannies to take care of her kiddos. Check it out: www.mamarazzi.org It's a bunch of snarky moms that post on the state of Hollywood celebs on a daily basis. I love it. It's nice to know that even the multi-millionaires of the world can't keep their kids from painting with ice cream. (Ahem, like a little boy I know who considers yogurt just another art medium).


Speaking of moms, mine will be here on Saturday! I'm so excited, and the kids can't wait either. Somehow, no matter how old you get, you always want your mom around when you're sick. There's nothing quite like it, and it always makes you feel better. Now I'm not gonna curl up in her LAP or anything, but just having her there puts me more at ease. I know the kids and the house are in good hands and I'll have good company while I recuperate. You reach a certain age when your mom becomes cool again. I think it's around 19 or so. Or whenever you move out of the house. When she becomes a trusted advisor and friend instead of the person who made you come home at a certain time and keep your room clean. And the one you can call when you forgot the secret ingredient to the meatloaf you're making. Or to give you hometown gossip.

And then when you have KIDS, she becomes the coolest grandma in the world. And the bond between mom and daughter evolves again. It's awesome. I'm gushing over my mom because I'm so lucky to have had her teach me how to be the person I am today. I joke about turning into her more and more every day, but the truth is, that's a great place to be. And I'm lucky enough that my hubby thinks so too. It's great when your husband loves your mom and dad. And vice versa. Great in-laws are hard to come by (trust me on this one, people) and I think that if you're lucky enough to have them, it means you're with the right person. Because you wouldn't want your husband to come from bad stock, know what I mean? Or have the potential to turn into someone you don't like.


I don't know why I'm so mushy this morning, but just deal with it. Hormones get the best of me sometimes. So the point is: Mom and Dad, Steve and Shirley, I LOVE YOU ALL!!! Parents are the greatest things in the world when you have good ones.


That's enough mushiness for one year. My random thoughts for the day are now complete. I'm happy to have entertained you all.