October 31, 2012 § Leave a comment
What a couple of cuties we have! Here are our photos from Halloween.
October 30, 2012 § 1 Comment
Finally! A home for all our lonely stuffed animals! Eldyn has a spot in his heart for every animal and doll in our house and I’m sure they’re all a-flutter by him too. When he sees them, it’s like his whole world stops. He looks intently. He exclaims. He babbles. He sucks their noses and tackles them to the floor.
This weekend, my plan is to help them organize a migration into Eldyn’s room. Pretty sure nothing would make e-Lew happier.
October 30, 2012 § Leave a comment
Do you remember Minnamin? Hiram’s imaginary friend who he met at Potty Camp last spring?
Minnamin has been extra busy lately. He’s been hiding in Hiram’s hat. Coming along on outings and getting himself into a little bit of trouble. The other day Hiram told me Minnamin was in his cup of water. Then he said,
“I’m going to drink Minnamin up and he’s going to go in my tummy. Then he’ll go round and round and turn into poop!”
October 25, 2012 § Leave a comment
Last night on the way home from Wee Praise, I realized Hiram still had a little throw-up on his favorite blanket.
Knowing how ridiculously malicious our most recent stomach bug was, there was no way I was going another night without getting that thing in the wash. The problem? Hiram won’t let it out of his sight, especially at bed time. And so, I stole it from him while he was sleeping.
When I got the idea, I thought it was brilliant. In fact, just before I snatched it out from under Hiram’s heavy, sleepy head, I had convinced myself that this was actually the most humane thing I could do. But then, as I watched the washer start to spin that still-warm blanket, I started to feel dread.
What if he woke up, needed it and noticed it was gone?
Would he get the idea that this might happen more often than he knew?
Would he realize that while he’s asleep, his own mother steals his only sense of security and leaves him to fend for himself against any monster or ghoul that might come his way?
Would he ever be able to fall asleep again?
By the time I was done, I was convinced I had just broken a fundamental law of parenting – the one that says “Don’t steal your kid’s favorite thing when he’s most vulnerable or he will never trust you again.” I was on pins and needles for the full 90 minutes it took to de-barf his ni-night. Every little sound he made, I froze. The guilt rising.
Finally, the cheerful chime. The blanket was done. I ran down, pulled it out of the dryer and put it right back in the same place (and at approximately the same temperature) as when I found it.
I exhaled a sigh of relief and promised myself I would never, ever do that again.
Well, I probably won’t.
But then again, it worked so well.
OK, I might.
October 25, 2012 § 2 Comments
Can’t say we felt too terribly photogenic this week, but I do have a few pre/post-trauma photos as proof we’re not really worse for the wear.
October 23, 2012 § 2 Comments
A stomach bug made its way into our happy little home and hosed everything up the past few days. Here’s how it went down.
Friday into Saturday: e-Lew woke up doing what I thought was “coughing and spitting up peas.” In retrospect, this is the definition of puking but I guess I was in denial.
Saturday and Sunday: Everything was fine.
Sunday into Monday: I was “coughing and spitting up” everything. Violently. All night.
Monday morning: I was incapable of doing anything. Thankfully the boys were fine – although Bradly was exhausted from tending to my antics all night. They went to daycare and work and I went nowhere. Except to the grocery store where the check-out lady took one look at me and my cart of saltines, white bread and ginger ale and insisted on carrying my single bag out to my car for me.
Monday afternoon: I was starting to feel better until Brad sent this text: tonight = no good. I’m starting to not feel so hot. This is when I realized two things: 1) I desperately needed Bradly and 2) “Better” was a relative term. Better did not mean I could remain upright for more than 10 minutes at a time, stay awake for more than an hour at a time or handle the smell of anything but saltines.
Monday evening: Those who could ate hot dogs and our whole family watched Cars on the couch. Hiram and Eldyn were, of course, hyper.
Monday into Tuesday: Surprise! Brad was fine after hitting the hay early (thank you, God). But Hiram started coughing and spitting up hot dogs at 2 and kept going strong until 4:30 when he decided it was “wake up time,” stripped naked and started slamming his dresser drawers in search of the perfect thing to wear. Eldyn, like clockwork, was up at 5:30 and so we were on to another day.
Tuesday: Eldyn and I are on regularly scheduled programming while Brad helps Hiram recuperate at home. Let’s hope tomorrow is a better day. Actually, I take that back. Let’s hope the better starts tonight at 8:05 when everyone in the house is already asleep.
October 19, 2012 § Leave a comment
This morning Hiram woke me up with a fully-formed idea already ready to present.
It was this: We should put a puppy in our house.
Considering how much he likes dogs, this wasn’t a completely surprising idea. It was, however, the first time he’s ever mentioned it so I wanted to find out more. I asked him who else he knows who has a puppy in their house (answer: Jason and Naomi). I asked him if he wanted a big dog or a little dog (answer: big, big).
Then, I asked him where he thought we’d get such a puppy and he said, “From your tummy.”