Food Poisoning

Gordon has always had a hard time waking up.  A Really.  Hard.  Time.  We went through a four alarm clock stage, we went through the "Christmas Bells Alarm" phase, we've thought about getting a taser for wake ups!  There have been some interesting "the kids woke up but he didn't" moments in our lives.  Yesterday was one of those days.  I was at work and I got the text...

Gordon:  "I fell back asleep and woke up at 8:45...  Gannon was eating and feeding Annika the spaghetti that had been left on the table overnight..."

He went on to tell me how he had educated Gannon about food poisoning, especially with meat and dairy, and that he appreciated him taking care of his sister, but to be aware of the dangers of eating left out food.  Gannon was more than concerned for his sisters safety, apologized to Gordon for feeding her possibly contaminated food, and cleaned up the mess.  But Gannon doesn't just let things go.  Not that easily.  He ruminates and obsesses.  He over thinks.  He's also a bit of a hypochondriac.

Later that same day, I got this text....

Gordon: "Gannon just told me that " well, at least I didn't catch the food poison... But I did have skinny poop this morning, and THAT is not ordinary..."

Stars and Stripes Forever.....

It has become a tradition over the past few years to spend the 4th of July either at work, or with my best friend and her family.  Its a 50/50 split, and often I feel like Work and Family share custody....not really.  So this year was our turn with the Real family.  We had prepared the kids with conversation about the freedom we enjoy in America, about the birth of our great nation, we watched parts of "1776" and "Independence Day".  We had fabulous food, beer, pie, kids running amuck with sparklers, poppers, and a sundry of other pyrotechnics.  It was a grand time!  About an hour into blowing up various fireworks, Gannon ran in his normal hyper-excited state to myself and Sharee and asked the question of the night...
"HOW LONG TILL WE COUNT DOWN TO MIDNIGHT!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

180 days, Gannon.  Wrong Holiday.