DS is feeling sooooo much better today, but still not eating anything. We’re pushing the fluids–which basically means I’m never more than three feet from a sippy cup and keep shoving one under his nose every chance I get. Poor Kid.

But he is so muck perkier today than yesterday. There is nothing, NOTHING worse than holding your feverish, crying child and knowing you can’t comfort him. It is truly awful. (I’m sure there are worse things, but I prefer not to think of them)

When my son was sitting so helpless and sad on my lap, his daddy picked up one of our cats and put him in our laps, and God Bless that cat, he stayed! He usually runs away right away. But he stayed right there and my son laughed and kiss kiss kissed the cat and I have never loved that cat more than I did at that moment. I cried I was so thankful to him for making my son happy for a few moments. I actually cried! He deserves a little kitty medal, such a good cat! (I can be forgiven for crying over something so silly when you remember I was running on no sleep. Later I had a lengthy bout of tipsy laughter over something that, when you come to think of it, really isn’t that funny. It’s funny, but not THAT funny.)

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It’s About Time!

March 27, 2006

Gosh! It’s been ages since I updated! So I know ther isn’t a huge devoted folowing here, but for the random peekers-in, here’s all the news that is the news.

I’ve been a slacker on my garden boxes, which is just as well since we had snow the other day. Snow!!! It’s spring! there should be no more snow. So says I.

Beautiful boy is not feeling well at all. He had a stomach bug and have no idea where he caught it. The result though, is that nobody in our house got any sleep at all last night and I’ve washed all the bedding twice!

And in writing news–my current WIP, a YA novel, has a 20,000 word count! That’s 20% of a novel folks. That’s not too shabby 🙂

Pure Bliss

March 13, 2006

I am sitting on the couch a good book open beside me, dinner is in the oven, the timer will beep in a few moments. My boys–husband and son–are kneeling on the floor next to the wooden train track, experimanting with track configuration and speed of cars. I love it when everybody is home and happy 🙂
Mmmmmm the timer has just gone. Lasagna, yummy.

I gush a bit about my son. ok, I gush a lot. We waited a really long time for our son and had to go through a lot to get him. I don’t forget that, and I think it gives me just a bit more patience than some others have. But that doesn’t mean I never feel frustrated, or raise my voice. Sometimes I do. Right now we have some serious spitting issues in our house. I just have no idea what to do! I scold, I say “no spitting”, I give time outs–soggy, spit covered time outs. Nothing works. I can’t get him to stop spitting!
He does hit and kick occassionally, but there is usually a reason–frustration, boredom–something that I can solve. and once I fix the problem or change the subject the kicking stops. But the spitting! he thinks it’s funny. It’s not. What’s a girl to do?

Deep Blue Funk
Well that’s a lie. It’s really just a pale blue moment. I’m tired is all. We had a busy day and it has caught up with me. Beautiful Boy and I went to the zoo this morning. Today the Zebras were most interesting to him, and of course the exotic geese that hang out by the feeders. I had to shoo one of them back because it had the gall–the gall I tell you!–to hiss at my son! I said if it hissed again it would get nothing more from us! Amazingly it listened. We spend tons in quarters at the zoo because we love to feed the animals and I have a tiny ecology soap box, so I prefer to buy the food rather than use popcorn or crackers. Our city has a very nice zoo. It’s not one of those miserable places that make you ashamed to be a human. It’s well laid out and comfortable and clean. Except for the chimps, But I think the chimps like it better that way.

Then this afternoon we went swimming. It’s time to put him back in lessons since he is far too daring and has forgotten most of what he learned last year. He thinks he is so big that he doesn’t need mommy’s help, so I have to hover around him, not touching, but not letting him go either. He only went under twice. And he didn’t seem to care as much as I did. He’s totally fearless.

After his bath–daddy gives him his bath–my son informed me that he needs a “aircup” (translation: haircut). Hmmm. I wonder what he and daddy talked about during his bath tonight?

We all saw Curious George this weekend and my two year old budle of energy sat still the whole time and has been talking about George ever since. (See? Curious George goes to the barber? Because of the haircut reference above? Oh never mind. I think I’m funny and that’s all that matters.) It was an excellent film, particularly if you watch with some one very small. I highly recommend it.

Oh, Book Group reminder. Did you get a copy of Antietam? Sometimes I’m glad I didn’t buy a book, but I bought this one and so far I don’t regret it. The writing style is a little academic for my taste, but the information is fascinating.

I should change the name of this blog from “one girl’s opinion” to “all about my son!” Do you get tired of hearing about him? I never get tired of telling about him. And if you do get tired, don’t tell me. Just go read something else instead. Antietam, perhaps.

And this entry should be called Tangent Girl Strikes Again! My goodness but I hop all over the place tonight. Sleep, must go to sleep.

Take a nap

March 2, 2006

My dear son has taken to waking up at 5:30am. We are tired. Usually it does mean that he takes a good nap, but today he took a car nap. Apparently 20 minutes rest is all a growing boy needs. Even as I type I hear him upstairs in his room, his feet thump-thump-thumping as he runs back and forth, so busy all the time. I can hear him resetting the cd player, and talking to himself. Or maybe he’s talking to his stuffed goose. He is going to pass out from exhaustion at 7 pm, and be up tomorrow at 4am. I need a nap. I won’t get one, but I need one. He doens’t think he needs a nap. Thump-thump-thump. pause. Thump-thump-thump. a scream of delight. Nnow he’s shoving somthing under the door. Now he’s knocking. If I go check on him, I’ll have to put him back to bed and spoil his fun. He’s calling me now. Off to spoil the fun.