When Jameson woke up from his nap, the first words out his mouth were, "How do you spell basketball?".
I sat on the bed with him and sounded out the word. Through this process he was able to get B, A, S. When it came to "K" he got a bit distracted. I gave him several clues and then finally asked, "What comes after J?".
His answer was "A".
I was a bit stumped. I looked at him and he said, J-A-M-E-S-O-N.
I love the way his little mind works.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Company
We had Jonathan Meister, our deaf friend, over for dinner last night and he stayed the night so he could go to a seminar at Princeton University. It was quite funny to see three adults sitting on the sofa, each with a lap top on their laps, typing out a conversation. Hey, whatever works.
I drove him to the university this morning and the boys and I decided to walk around the gorgeous campus for a bit. Jameson was petting the bronze tigers when I noticed their inscription. They were dedicated to the universtiy by the class of '79. So in my mind I was thinking, "OK, that was two years after I was born". Then I looked closer and realized it was the class of 1879. Sheesh. That was a heck of a long time ago.
On the way home the boys were sitting in their seats when Jameson looked at the handle bar on the back of the front seat and said, "Look, Daddy fixed it." I corrected him and said that it was Deda who had fixed it.
Jameson: "Deda's such a nice boy."
Stellan with a little giggle: "Deda's a man." (Imagine drawing out the "a" in man, as if to make a rather obvious point.)
Jameson: "Deda's such a nice man. Nana's a boy."
It made me laugh. :)
I drove him to the university this morning and the boys and I decided to walk around the gorgeous campus for a bit. Jameson was petting the bronze tigers when I noticed their inscription. They were dedicated to the universtiy by the class of '79. So in my mind I was thinking, "OK, that was two years after I was born". Then I looked closer and realized it was the class of 1879. Sheesh. That was a heck of a long time ago.
On the way home the boys were sitting in their seats when Jameson looked at the handle bar on the back of the front seat and said, "Look, Daddy fixed it." I corrected him and said that it was Deda who had fixed it.
Jameson: "Deda's such a nice boy."
Stellan with a little giggle: "Deda's a man." (Imagine drawing out the "a" in man, as if to make a rather obvious point.)
Jameson: "Deda's such a nice man. Nana's a boy."
It made me laugh. :)
Monday, March 24, 2008
Stellan Update
I called the pediatrician this morning and got an appointment for Stellan. Once again I'll say how much I love my pediatrician and their whole office. I had never met this doctor before but he was super nice. They just keep getting better and better. This alone would make me want to stay here until my kids no longer go to the pediatrician. (Another 15 years or so?)
Anyway, the doctor checked him out and said there is no sign of infection. It's just a nasty cold that is lingering. Darn it cold, go away and leave us all alone!
I told him it might be due to the fact that my mother in law just watched as Stellan licked the train window. He agreed it was quite gross but then shared a story of his own. He was riding the subway in New York with a buddy of his. Appropriately enough for a doctor conversation, they were discussing how many germs must be on the subway. They hadn't even finished the conversation when they looked over at a family, obviously tourists, who had one child with his arms wrapped around the subway pole. The little kid then proceeded to lick the pole up and down as if it were a lollipop.
OK, maybe the window wasn't so bad.
Anyway, the doctor checked him out and said there is no sign of infection. It's just a nasty cold that is lingering. Darn it cold, go away and leave us all alone!
I told him it might be due to the fact that my mother in law just watched as Stellan licked the train window. He agreed it was quite gross but then shared a story of his own. He was riding the subway in New York with a buddy of his. Appropriately enough for a doctor conversation, they were discussing how many germs must be on the subway. They hadn't even finished the conversation when they looked over at a family, obviously tourists, who had one child with his arms wrapped around the subway pole. The little kid then proceeded to lick the pole up and down as if it were a lollipop.
OK, maybe the window wasn't so bad.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Easter Weekend
Our plan was to go to North Jersey to stay with Phil and Adina on Saturday night and then have Easter dinner with them. Amazing how kids can take well planned intentions and turn them right upside down.
Poor Stellan is feeling quite sick. :( He has permasnot. It's really quite gross. And, try as I might, he cannot figure out how to blow his nose. It's quite frustrating actually. I tell him to close his mouth and blow. Inevitably he opens his mouth while blowing. I figure it will just click one of these days. He was walking around with his eyes half open and even had a phlegmy cough. I got the sign, he was not going to be leaving the house this weekend. James and Jameson still went as planned and I got sick baby duty. (OK, I know he's not a baby. But when one of the boys is sick, he's automatically my little baby again. Heck, when James gets sick he acts like a baby....wait, isn't that all men?)
I was actually looking forward to an evening by myself, once Stellan went to bed of course. Once he woke up from his nap he was beyond pathetic. He just wanted to snuggle with me on the couch. Trust me, I didn't complain! One of my favourite things to do is to snuggle with the kids. I let him pick betweeen two movies, Cars and Finding Nemo. It was like he didn't know what to do. He had never seen a full length movie before. He chose cars (even though I was promoting Nemo). We snuggled in and started the movie. Problem was....I forgot to grab a box of tissue. Within minutes I had to get off the comfy sofa and grab tissues. I thought I grabbed plenty but I ended up getting up several times to replenish our supply. He was drooling all over me since he had to breathe through his mouth. Poor little angel. Then he started complaining because his eye hurt. That was my clue that this apparent cold might have developed into something more. But it was Saturday evening on Easter weekend. We'll have to wait it out until Monday morning when I can call the doctor.
During the bed time routine it was so cute that Stellan wanted to do everything as if Jameson was actually there. We even read our bed time story in Jameson's room. Before I put him down I decided to take things into my own hands. I pulled out the aspirator. Since he can't figure out how to blow his own nose I figured I had to suck out the snot. He HATED HATED HATED it. I have rarely heard him scream like that. At the end he looked at me with a tear streaked face and pleaded, "Please don't do that again mommy". How heart wrenching.
He fussed a bit when I put him down but, who can blame him. He did nothing active all afternoon and here I was expecting him to sleep again. He did fall asleep and slept very well. Until 4 o'clock. Then he was up for the day and ready to go. Problem was, I wasn't ready. After an hour of pleading/begging/a bit of yelling, he finally went back to sleep. Until 6:30. I was not a happy camper.
I realized that we would not be able to make it to church as planned. I sent a text to James to let him know. I was disappointed but it was just the reality of the situation. I asked James to come home as soon as he could after church. I hated ruining his plans too but I was starting to feel the need for some sick baby relief. He ended up getting home just after 3:30. For the second time today I was not a happy camper.....
I went outside and hid the only eggs I had left (I sent the rest to Adina's for her egg hunt). I told the kids that we were going outside for a hunt, hoping they would be excited and I would have a great photo-op. Jameson was thrilled, Stellan was, well, less than thrilled. In fact, he was screaming when we brought him outside. Jameson got right down to it and started collecting the eggs. (Granted, they weren't hidden. I placed them on the bushed, next to the sidewalk, etc.) Once James opened an egg and showed Stellan that there was candy inside, he finally decided it was time to join in on the fun. Jameson turned around and noticed that Stellan had started looking for the eggs. He walked over to him and gave Stellan half of the eggs he had collected. How sweet! He's such a great big brother. They continued the search and managed to find all of the eggs (all 15 of them). What a great little egg hunt. Now I'm looking forward to doing it again next year.
I went for a walk after the hunt and took much pleasure in seeing daffodils blooming as well as trees budding. I love spring!! It was a bit chilly but I ended up going for an hour long fast-paced walk. I need to get in shape for the New York 5 Boro bike ride. It's a month and a half away!
Poor Stellan is feeling quite sick. :( He has permasnot. It's really quite gross. And, try as I might, he cannot figure out how to blow his nose. It's quite frustrating actually. I tell him to close his mouth and blow. Inevitably he opens his mouth while blowing. I figure it will just click one of these days. He was walking around with his eyes half open and even had a phlegmy cough. I got the sign, he was not going to be leaving the house this weekend. James and Jameson still went as planned and I got sick baby duty. (OK, I know he's not a baby. But when one of the boys is sick, he's automatically my little baby again. Heck, when James gets sick he acts like a baby....wait, isn't that all men?)
I was actually looking forward to an evening by myself, once Stellan went to bed of course. Once he woke up from his nap he was beyond pathetic. He just wanted to snuggle with me on the couch. Trust me, I didn't complain! One of my favourite things to do is to snuggle with the kids. I let him pick betweeen two movies, Cars and Finding Nemo. It was like he didn't know what to do. He had never seen a full length movie before. He chose cars (even though I was promoting Nemo). We snuggled in and started the movie. Problem was....I forgot to grab a box of tissue. Within minutes I had to get off the comfy sofa and grab tissues. I thought I grabbed plenty but I ended up getting up several times to replenish our supply. He was drooling all over me since he had to breathe through his mouth. Poor little angel. Then he started complaining because his eye hurt. That was my clue that this apparent cold might have developed into something more. But it was Saturday evening on Easter weekend. We'll have to wait it out until Monday morning when I can call the doctor.
During the bed time routine it was so cute that Stellan wanted to do everything as if Jameson was actually there. We even read our bed time story in Jameson's room. Before I put him down I decided to take things into my own hands. I pulled out the aspirator. Since he can't figure out how to blow his own nose I figured I had to suck out the snot. He HATED HATED HATED it. I have rarely heard him scream like that. At the end he looked at me with a tear streaked face and pleaded, "Please don't do that again mommy". How heart wrenching.
He fussed a bit when I put him down but, who can blame him. He did nothing active all afternoon and here I was expecting him to sleep again. He did fall asleep and slept very well. Until 4 o'clock. Then he was up for the day and ready to go. Problem was, I wasn't ready. After an hour of pleading/begging/a bit of yelling, he finally went back to sleep. Until 6:30. I was not a happy camper.
I realized that we would not be able to make it to church as planned. I sent a text to James to let him know. I was disappointed but it was just the reality of the situation. I asked James to come home as soon as he could after church. I hated ruining his plans too but I was starting to feel the need for some sick baby relief. He ended up getting home just after 3:30. For the second time today I was not a happy camper.....
I went outside and hid the only eggs I had left (I sent the rest to Adina's for her egg hunt). I told the kids that we were going outside for a hunt, hoping they would be excited and I would have a great photo-op. Jameson was thrilled, Stellan was, well, less than thrilled. In fact, he was screaming when we brought him outside. Jameson got right down to it and started collecting the eggs. (Granted, they weren't hidden. I placed them on the bushed, next to the sidewalk, etc.) Once James opened an egg and showed Stellan that there was candy inside, he finally decided it was time to join in on the fun. Jameson turned around and noticed that Stellan had started looking for the eggs. He walked over to him and gave Stellan half of the eggs he had collected. How sweet! He's such a great big brother. They continued the search and managed to find all of the eggs (all 15 of them). What a great little egg hunt. Now I'm looking forward to doing it again next year.
I went for a walk after the hunt and took much pleasure in seeing daffodils blooming as well as trees budding. I love spring!! It was a bit chilly but I ended up going for an hour long fast-paced walk. I need to get in shape for the New York 5 Boro bike ride. It's a month and a half away!
Easter Egg Hunt
On Friday we headed out to a local church to participate in their Easter egg hunt. We almost didn't make it, we were having a bad morning, but pulled in just in time. The host mentioned the fact that there were 7000 eggs for the hunt. That's INSANE. In addition to that there were suckers and lollipops that weren't in eggs. The kids were directed to a room based on their age. We went to the 3 year old room where there were dozens of kids who just had to go around a pick up the treats off the floor. It took a while to convince my kids to pick up the eggs. They were focused on the suckers. Jameson was happy to get one sucker but then he wanted to eat it and stop collecting. I told him to keep collecting candy and he could have a sucker at the end. He finally got into it but then ended up swinging his basket back and forth which caused the eggs to go flying everywhere. I scrambled and gathered them up for him again. Before long the entire floor was cleared of all traces of candy and eggs. We sat down with our friends and the kids went to town. They each had one sucker in their mouths and were already unwrapping the second. At the same time they were trying to open the eggs to find their hidden treasures. There were a variety of goodies ranging from plastic rings and bracelets to plastic compasses (they think they're clocks) and tatoos.
We got out of there and I believe they each only consumed about three suckers. I was proud of that accomplishment. Not a terrible sugar high.
We got out of there and I believe they each only consumed about three suckers. I was proud of that accomplishment. Not a terrible sugar high.
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