Saturday, June 21, 2008

"I only had ONE!"

After a week of a fever with my son he is finally getting better. I have no updates on the medicine chart I started some time ago as he is not taking anything new or different than he has.

Being the good parents we are, we don't give our children much candy, we limit it and use it as reward or for a special treat (which also means more for us). When we buy or get stuff we generally used to put it on the stove either behind something or cover it with a towel, I mean who could figure that out. Well my son who is 3 1/2 years old is certainly getting smarter, he knows where we hide it. We had some Resse's Whips (which are awesome). He saw them one day and asked for one, so I gave him one and he really liked that. A day later he was in the kitchen and asked my wife where the candy was, she responded that we all had some and now it is gone. My smart son replied, " I only had ONE."

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

"I'm sorry I Ruggled."

We had a good day today, we went to the zoo and saw lots of animals. We even ran into some grandparents and cousins to walk around the zoo with. We went to the grandparents and had some pizza and my son was pretty quiet and subdued. For anyone that knows him knows this is highly unusual. Well he seemed to have a bit of a temperature and wasn't eating very much. Me being a great parent tried to get him to eat, anything really just to eat as we had a busy day and he didn't have an afternoon snack. He wanted a blanket in the car as he was cold so I was watching him in the mirror trying to be sure he was OK. We got home and I took him into the kitchen to check his temperature and get him some medicine when it happened...

BLAH!! He ruggled twice in the kitchen. (Ruggle=vomit) After getting him cleaned up and as my wife was cleaning up the floor he came in and said "I'm sorry I ruggled."

Sunday, June 8, 2008

He's fussaling

My son is very helpful with his baby sister. When every she starts to cry he says, "He's fussaling!" By he he means she as he is still mastering his pronouns. Plus our two children have a great awareness of not letting either of us eat or get anything done. Every time my wife gets something to eat (breakfast, lunch or dinner) my daughter seems to know and either wakes or starts fussing or wants to eat herself. Then if she is fussing my son will start with "Play with me please." And as soon as my wife is feeding the fussaling and I am playing with the boy, the cat will start with his standard "MEOOOOW!"

Here is a picture of our little angel doing what she does best when she is not fussaling: