Laughter As Medicine #vlogmom

This weeks #vlogmoms topic is from Rajean of Because I Said So:

What or Who Makes You Laugh or Giggle?

I love to laugh with – and at – kids. So I got a bunch of my friends to help with this video.

Did you know that health-care professionals/hospitals use humor therapy? Laughter helps to:cat LOL

  • lower blood pressure,
  • reduce stress hormones,
  • blood vessel dilatation,
  • boost the immune system,
  • trigger the release of endorphins – the body’s natural painkillers, and
  • improve circulatory and cardiovascular health
But the real reason I like to laugh:

15 min. of laughter each day could help you to lose up to 4 pounds a yr.

[Read more...]

They Made Me Laugh

My 3 year old daughter found a pair of ear muffs, and put them on.  Then she said, “How do you make them work?  I can’ t hear any music.”

My 5 year old son was insistent the other night that his beard was starting.  “Feel my chin Daddy.  Feel how rough it is.”

Then last night he asked me, “Can I have another cookie?  I only had three.”

S.O.S. for Cocoa

We are in a minor state of distress here at our house. We are out of cocoa, or hot chocolate.

I love, love, LOVE hot chocolate.

This has characterized my whole life. I drank hot chocolate just about every day of my high school years – spring, summer, fall, and winter. When I first got married Joe kept me well supplied. He knew it kept me calm and happy. The consumption slowed down during and after the kids. I did drink a sugar free kind during pregnancies. Now, I look at the carbs in it and half shudder. . .

My kids all love cocoa – imagine that – so when I would drink some they would want some. The cocoa would disappear faster and it got expensive to keep buying it. I found myself trying to sneak my cups of cocoa when they wouldn’t notice. It just didn’t taste as good with a guilty feeling.

Last winter my parents bought me a huge box of Sw*ss M*ss brand from S*m’s Club. Because I was used to rationing and stretching my cocoa I managed to make it last through the end of last winter, the hot summer, and the beginning of this winter.

Yesterday while I had the water and milk heating in the microwave I asked the girls to get 2 packs of cocoa out for me, and they just gave me blank looks. They knew the box was empty, but I didn’t. I guess I figured since every time I stuck my hand in I could just pull out packs it should last forever. Kind of like Elijah and the widow . . . Thank the Lord I did have 2 packs stashed in the other cupboard from vacation so I was saved from sad kid’s faces.

See, the 1 year old really loves cocoa. She can say the word quite plainly, will run to the kitchen hollering for it when she hears the microwave, and even does a little cocoa dance. [It's so cute!] If you give her a cup of cocoa just sit her down some place because she will stay there until the cup is empty.

So I have to go to the store today for necessities: laundry detergent and cocoa.

Stimulating Dinner Conversation at Our House

The other night I baked a small 4 pound chicken for supper. They are often 99 cents a pound at our grocery store. Evidently it had been a while since I cooked one because it created quite the dinner conversation.

  • 5 yo – “Mommy, is that a chicken?” Yes.
  • 3 yo – “A real chicken?” Yes.
  • 1 yo – “uh, uh, ‘ere.” Yes, I will put some there.
  • 5 yo – “Is that his leg?” Yes. “And his other leg?” Yes. “And that?” It’s the wing. “He has 2 legs and 2 wings, but no arms.”
  • 1 yo – “at, at” I scooped some of “that” for her. It was mashed potatoes.
  • 5 yo -”Where is his head?” They took it off before it went to the store. 5yo to 3 yo – “That’s where his head was.”
  • 3 yo – “Oh, who took off it?” What did they do with it?” I just skipped that one and kept cutting chicken.
  • 5 yo – “Is this where he went potty?” I’m really ignoring the conversation now.
  • “Look, I saw his insides.” 5 yo to 3 yo – “I saw his insides.” 3 yo – “Where? I want to see!” Sit down before you knock something over. I will turn it. 3 yo was suitably impressed with the insides…
  • 5 yo is still fascinated – “How did they kill him?” I don’t know. “Where did he live?” I don’t know; some farm probably. “Now they will have to get another chicken.”
  • I couldn’t resist. I had to say it. Maybe it isn’t a him. 5yo – “What do you mean?” Maybe it isn’t a boy. 5 yo – [I knew this would be coming.] “How can we tell?” You can’t.
  • “This part was his chest, right Mommy?” Yes. “Just like my chest right here.” Well, kind of…
  • 5 yo – “Are we eating his belly?” to 3 yo “You are eating his belly.” 3 yo replies – “No, I’m not!” I jumped in – They took the belly out.
  • 5 yo – “Look, his bones!” 3 yo – “Where? What are his bones?” Both – “Ooo, Ew.”
  • 5 yo – “This is really good, Mommy.” Thank you. 3 yo – “I like it.” I’m glad.

Frosty’s Little Relative for Show & Tell Friday

I know that I’ve skipped Show & Tell for a couple weeks. Please forgive me, and check out our snowman!

smlsnowman.jpg

Complete with 2 mulch eyes on his lopsided head, 3 buttons, a nut stolen from the squirrels for his nose, 2 small stick arms, and 2 larger stick legs; he is our first snowman of this winter. I didn’t feel like explaining to my son that snowmen don’t usually have legs…

The kids all helped and they love him. In fact, they wanted me to stay outside and build “a whole family.”

show&tell

For more Show & Tell Participants click the graphic and head to Kelli’s blog.

Yes, my Christmas tree is still bare. I was outside making a snowman.