LEGoooooo My Legggggggo Round 2

This is the picture that I took in the train station when the Chicago security agent walked up to me all gruff and buff and advised me, "nicely," that pictures are absolutely not permitted within the train station. I understood and even offered to delete the picture. He said that wasn't necessary.



Waiting for the Water Taxi to arrive. This is the bridge where the drummer guy performs daily.
Where my boys expressed glee in witnessing the "parade."
This is also the area located just beneath the entrance/exit from the train station.
See? Barely any walking!
"My shoe fell in here, mom!....."



The Chicago River is very very cold. They'd be best to row row row and not shake their boat.

When we'd go under these train and/or street bridges, my boys would duck their heads.

So cute it makes you want to puke, doesn't it?

"My shoe fell in the river, mom."

Hi!

On the train into Chicago. I finally took Ben out of the stroller so he could be a part of the fun!

Sullivan in his "ImsocooltobesittingupstairswithJACKSOnwithoutMOM," look.



On the top portion of the train into Chicago.

"HEY! I don't have a window."
Did you notice they had moved down in the picture just above this one?

Heaven help us if they don't both have windows.

But I understand, I remember fighting with my sister over the Front seat of our wood paneled station wagon, when I was a little girl.

This picture is of the train ride home. Note the darkness?
I had to put my legs up to block our little MacGyver from surfing the aisles of the train.

This was also the train that hosted many over intoxicated fellas and ladies with a side order of smelly Marry Juana.


Anyone see that milkshake? It helped with the loss of the Lego guy's weapon.

Jackson being funny. One train passenger in front of us, passed out.

Again, yes, we were so quiet.


Someday someone will fall in love with his coco puff eyes, until then, he's all mine.

My precious Sullivan.

Amazing what a milk shake will do to the disposition of a young 3 year old son.



Yes, I know, they're out of order. There's a reason.

You'll have to read it under my departure line at the bottom.
So here they are on the way to Michigan avenue via the Water Taxi.

I love the color Yellow.

Train ride home. Bonding brothers. Jack and Ben are very much alike, although Ben is much more physically active then Jackson was at his age. However, Jackson was far more intellectually active at Ben's age. Regardless, it all happens sooooooo fast. They're growing up too quickly.



Again, on the train ride home.

Instead of saying cheese, they say, 'Gheesssssssssseeeeeeeee!'

On the train trip INTO the City. I'm all over the place.

Yes, I plan on having that mole removed, it's beginning to grow it's own personality.

Bye Bye Birth mark.



Taken from the Train as we grew closer to the City of Chicago.

On the train into Chicago.

"Come on, mom, please take me out of this thing."

Turning on the Bionicle.

That didn't come out right.

Pictures in the Lego store.

See? Backwards and mixed up today.

Lego Store.

While we were talking to the Lego Store on Michigan avenue, I captured this picture.

Just up from the "dock" of the Water taxi, well, just across the street, is what I meant to say.

Can you tell I'm in pain, yet?


DUCK! Water taxi picture. Heading towards Michigan avenue.

Did I already post this? If so, too bad, I'm not deleting right now.

Ten points if you can guess two things;

1. What is that black looking Lego creation standing behind Jackson. I couldn't figure it out in the store, and even now.

2. What do you think Jackson wanted to take home with him from the Lego store?

"Cool, Mom, can we keep them?"

"Look, one's a girl, you can have the girl, Mom."

"You can come with me, girl, I'll take care of you."
"MOM, I promise I'll take care of her!"

That Lego Guy will be a hottie when he grows up, someday.

The Girl, on the other hand, looks like she'll be a handful.

Hahaha.

Last picture. The Lego store. I love the colors in this display!

The End.

Welcome To Crustybeef~

Yesterday I woke up with a dull pain underneath my right rib cage. As the day progressed the pain grew worse. If I hadn't had my gallbladder removed, I'd have thought it was that.

After watching my friends son for a bit so she could run to her female doctor, the pain began to become quite unbearable. I dealt with it though because that's what you do when you're a mom.
The kids had their lunch, I noshed on a chopped salad that my neighborhood girlfriend brought over as a thank you for watching her son-Corner Bakery, so delicious! They have the best chicken noodle soup! But the pain continued. So, I drank alot of water.

The pain continued. I took some Tylenol, and the pain didn't subside. By 5:00 I was near tears, but dealing as a mom has to do. Bigdogg came home from work, dropped off Jackson at a birthday party, and drove me over to a convenient/urgent care center to be seen. My doctor that I had phoned during the day was unable to see me until Monday due to the packed office compliments of some nasty flu like virus that is going around.

By 7:00pm the doc had finally seen me and determined it's a bad muscle tear/pull/rip don't know for sure without an MRI, right smack in the abdomen area. There was no Xrays or imaging tests done, just the pushing of his very cold and bony hands. He figured it to be a muscle, because of how the pain was moving into my back. Plus he could feel the spasms occurring in my back. So he sent me on my way with anti inflammatory medication and a muscle relaxer.

My urine was tested to rule out any infection. There is no fever either, but I am experiencing a bit of 'sick to my tummy' and constant burping with a tad of shortness of breath. But it's only a muscle issue in the abdomen. So annoying.

As of present, the pain is still here, and it's making me cranky. I don't like it when I can't go at 100%. I'll still try, but it's frustrating. Hence the lack of organization with these pictures. So, I shall now bid you a wonderful weekend, and go lay down on the couch. I just wish the prescription would do it's justice. I actually feel quite worse.

I guess this what I get for Spring Cleaning/organizing.

Dumbass!