10 ft steel pipe - 1 ........Lori's CX-9 - 0

Well crap, it seems some Einstein decided it would be a good idea to not make sure the load of pipe on his flatbed was tied down properly. Combine that brilliant decision with the fact that he was traveling Northbound on the tollway at 60+ mph, and you can see the recipe for disaster. Unfortunately for us, Lori was traveling Southbound on the tollway when one of the sections of pipe decided it was a good time to leap off his flatbed, fly across the median, and slam into Lori's car. We are very fortunate that it hit Lori's vehicle perpendicular to her windshield, or we might have been looking at a far more serious problem, and Lori very easily could have been impaled. As it stands, her car was the only thing damaged. Here are pictures detailing the carnage:





Of course the brainiac in the truck never even knew that his pipe was jumping ship, and kept right on going. Lori now has to go to the police department and file a hit and run report.

You know, normally I would be furious about the damage to the vehicle and all of the trouble that goes along with it, but under the circumstances I am just very thankful that Lori was able to walk away unharmed.

Be careful.

William

Peace and Quiet.....too Quiet

As I sit here and type this, an eerie silence has taken over the house. It gets this way every time Lori has a call night in the ER. The kids are in bed, and no TV sounds are emanating from the other room . No voices can be heard talking on the phone, and no music playing in the background....nothing.....just deathly silence. Most nights I would give anything for this peacefulness and I am grateful for the calm, but having to sleep in a lonely bed knowing that Lori will not be home for the night is a tough price to pay for this serenity.

Well, I guess I will take advantage of the surroundings, and make an early night out of it. I will leave you with a poem.

Now Close the Windows
by Robert Lee Frost

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.

Goodnight to all......sweet dreams.

William

Powdered Sugar, Yummy Sweet Taters, and...Pain

Well, another typical day in the Thornton household. The day started off with a treat................Powdered Sugar Donuts...YUM YUM. Here is a picture of Aidan doing his Powdered Sugar Donut dance:



There is nothing like a 5 year old monkey on a sugar high at 7:00am on Sunday morning. Wow, fun times indeed.

Christopher also got to have sweet things today. Today was Sweet Tater day (oh boy, I can't wait to change diapers tomorrow), and he took to it like a duck to water. Yummy!!!!






Finally, Aidan decided right before bed, that he would have a boxing match with the wall in his bathroom...........he lost. Here is the outcome of the TKO:

Aidan has vowed revenge. Stay tuned.

William and Lori

House of Sicko's

As I am typing this, my head is pounding from the insatiable coughs emanating from the other room. It seems that there is a bad virus going around school, and it looks like our two Monkeys, as usual, decided to dive in head first so they would not be left out. . Aidan I'm afraid, is the worst of the two. He should get some kind of consistency medal for his efforts. Christopher is not nearly as bad right now (I just knocked on some wood for good measure), but he is still under the weather and not feeling his normal wonderful self.

Speaking of weather, it looks like we have some ice/sleet coming our way. Great. Let's hope the weather man is wrong and all we see is a bit of moisture. One thing is for sure, I hope the two Monkeys are better by tomorrow because I do not believe that I would survive a snow/ice day stuck in the house with those two sickos during a cough-o-thon. Please, please, please let them feel better by morning.

Monday Morning Haze

Cold gray skies and a strong chance of gloomy rain. Figures. That seems like a fitting forecast for this particular Monday.

I was reminded again by Aidan this morning that today is a sad day. It seems that he studied Martin Luther King in school last week, and I was very moved by the profound innocence of his words. "Dad, how can one person think that he is better than another just because his skin is a different color?" "Didn't that guy who shot Martin Luther King listen to his dream speech?"

Now I will not begin to tell you that Aidan understands the intricate details of a divided society. Hell, I am not pretentious enough to tell you that I understand the climate of those times, but what I will tell you is this.......no matter how old and "educated" we are, we can still learn a whole lot from our children.

Peace.

William

Dreamland

Whew! It's been a rough morning for some of us. I think I will just fall asleep here in my bouncer with my teething toy stuck in my mouth. Sweet dreams. Christopher

Cold, Lazy, & Happy

Nothing like waking up to 25 degree weather and 12 degree wind chills. Lucid thoughts of staying in the warm bed are quickly quashed by the intense crying coming from the baby monitor. Christopher and Aidan are both early risers, and even though it is a Saturday, a 6:00 am wake up call is still the norm. So, the family has been up for 8 hours already (except me, for I was allowed to get an extra hour of sleep today) and the joys and pleasures of having a 5 year old and a 5 month old in the house have already taken it's toll.

Both Lori and I had visions of taking our own nap this afternoon while Aidan was upstairs having his quiet time, but Christopher was having none of that. Oh well, one look at that cute face and all is forgiven.

Aidan will be up in a little while, and so will begin the second part of our day. Oh how I wish that we could just stay around the house, but groceries do not buy themselves, and I believe a trip to Academy Sports and Outdoors has been added to the ever growing to do list.

Well, I will try to throw up a few pictures on here soon. Until then, I hope everyone has a great day.

William

PS. Lori survived here 23 mile run yesterday. Let's all give her a big round of applause. YEAH!!! I am so very proud of her.

Laughter and choas

Each morning in Camelot is filled with sounds of laughter and turmoil. Between getting Monkey boy Aidan to go take his shower, and changing what seems to be Christopher's perpetual poopy diaper, there is never a dull moment in the Thornton household. I am in a state of bliss on the mornings that Lori is here to help me. It is on those days that I know what it must feel like for prisoners to finally get their release papers. Today is one of those days, and I have found the time to update this blog. Lori on the other hand, has already had a full day's work, and it's just 8:30 in the morning. Her reprieve is about to come in the form of a 23 mile run. Yikes! That hurts me just typing it. I am quite sure that a 23 mile run is enough to get even the most chaotic morning to drift from memory. One thing is for sure, well as far as I am concerned anyway, I will never know the relaxing, meditating benefits of a 23 mile run.

Well, got to go. Smile, laugh, and hug your kids today.

WT