Oh What a Wonderful Morning.

This morning I called Leanne and she said “Lucas has been talking about Silas all morning” and then I said “Silas has been talking about Lucas all morning” so I was brave enough to skip Ikey’s morning nap and we went over for a wonderful playtime.  They do so well over there and they play very nicely until we get too close to nap time.  We were so impressed with how wonderful they played.  Lucas is definitely in his prime in his own house and Silas LOVES going over there to play with new toys.

The highlights were watching all three boys take a little ride in the amazing wagon that Leanne has.  Ikey sat on the bench right beside Lucas (he couldn’t squish in next to fat Silas) and Lucas had his arm around him the whole way, adorable.  Also watching Silas decide that for him time out he was going to sit on his boot.  And the glorious coffee and the company of another adult.  priceless.

Ikey is now sleepily sucking away on me as he’s beyond tired.

It was a lovely morning.  Especially the salmon and cheese quesadillas with ranch dressing and pork and beans

For those of you who haven’t looked, scroll down to Saturday’s post.  It always makes me smile.  Isaac was making the most hilarious faces for the camera.  Some of them are normal Ikey but most of them he’s being really silly.  Plus his hair is chalked full of crusty food, he’s got scabs all over himself and he’s wearing a stained sleeper.  Another proud Mommy moment.

The Many Faces of Isaac

nuff said.

Oh THAT’S Why

One tends to wonder why ones child is acting like a psycho child.  Is it an ear infection?  Is he getting enough attention?  Is he getting enough exercise?  Is he over/under stimulated?

All these questions I’ve asked myself these past few days.  My “aha” moment came to me as I was brushing his teeth last night.  I kinda thought his two year molars wouldn’t be here for a while but as I went back with the toothbrush to get in all those nooks and crannies, I saw a little cusp of a tooth poking out.  Oooops.  So I guess along with those time outs I should have also been administering Motrin.  Woooopsie!  How come it always ends up being my fault?

Feverish baby is feeling almost back to normal.  I guess he had the flu or something.  He ate really well this morning.  He was starting to get those yellow mustard poops from just nursing all of the time.  I’m going to be engorged all over again.  Yay.  But it’s illnesses like this that make me happy I continued to nurse him through the 5 months of nursing hell.  The best thing for him is my milk and boy was he drinking a lot of it.   You never feel bad about nursing.

My tyrant is running around with cold legs and no pants on.  His pee soaked through during breakfast and I’m too lazy to give him pants.  He also has poo in his diaper and a soggy, cold piece of toast from breakfast that he’s just plucked up off the table.  It’s a proud Mommy moment.

Toast is the food of the week for both of the boys.  One of Silas’ favorite (and dreadfully annoying) books, that I’ve had to read 800 times today already, talks about a tasty piece of buttered toast.  So I thought it would be fun to make him some.  Now it’s the requested food de jour along with pancakes, chocolate cookies, orange juice, popcorn, Cheerios and milk and Smarties.

Speaking of Smarties, who was the nasty person that bought him shaky eggs?  Jill?  Well now he sees them and thinks there’s Smarties inside.  That’s been a source of time outs since Easter.  Hard shaky eggs being thrown across the room by the hands of an angry, chocolate craving toddler.  I know you bought them for Ikey Jill but perhaps keep the future in mind next time.  (Isaac uses them for their proper purpose and also tries to eat them without throwing them at his brother’s head afterward, my little angel…)

Anyway, looks like I need to get my hands into a poopy diaper and then get some pants on my tyrant before the cold gets past his layers upon layers of fat on his thighs and actually starts making him feel cold.

Dear Mommy

Mommy,

You were not meeting my needs this morning. I was sitting in my booster seat this morning, waiting for my Cheerios and you were still in bed. Then you took your precious time to brush your teeth and to nurse Isaac. I was already annoyed when you came down.

THEN you had to wipe up the table and highchair and I was feeling like you could have gone and gotten me my Cheerios without all of this washing business.

When I asked for more banana in my Cheerios I didn’t mean THAT much banana. And when I asked for MORE Cheerios I meant it. The ones that had sunken to the bottom of the bowl with all of those bananas were not to my taste. I like the Cheerios that float on top with only two bits of banana, not four Mommy.

While you were nursing Isaac I wanted down from the table. I know that I can get down myself but today I wanted your help. When you told me I could do it myself I got angry at my soggy Cheerios with too high of a banana population and I whacked them. Then you gave me that look and your face got all red and funny. That made me cry. Then you said all these things VERY loudly and made me have a time out. Mommy, this wouldn’t have happened if you’d just have taken my half asleep, feverish brother, put him on the floor, and took my very capable bum off my booster seat.

Once my time out was done you told me to clean up my Cheerios. I was doing a fine job of wiping but then you made me pick up Cheerios and put them into the bowl. I didn’t like it, they were cold and squishy and it made my fingers feel funny. I did not like that one bit so I screamed and kicked as hard as I could because, lets face it Mommy, you really weren’t getting my point. Then you mysteriously sent me back to my step and cleaned the Cheerios by yourself. I wouldn’t have minded if you spilled all that milk down my leg and made an even bigger mess. You didn’t seem to like it very much though. That was a long time out.

Mommy, if you just listen to what I want in the first place then none of this would have happened. I don’t care if your nursing my incredibly feverish brother while still in bed. I NEED MY CHEERIOS! I don’t care if I’m demanding them an hour earlier than I usually do. AND I don’t much care to pick up or eat soggy Cheerios today so I wasn’t gunna. I told you that but you just weren’t listening.

You really need to get on your game Mommy, you’re getting old.

Love, Silas

If You Will….

…please allow me to feel completely uninspired today and hand you nothing, that would be great.

Thanks.

ugh

I feel poopy oh so poopy I feel poopy and goopy and saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.

I never knew certain times of the month could have nausea as a symptom.  I’m feeling incredibly poopy.  The good side is I’ve hit an all time low weight since having Ikey.  Perhaps feeling like crap for a whole week a month might be worth it! ha ha.  I couldn’t believe when I stepped on the scale this morning, I love being shocked by low numbers.  I don’t so much like feeling like I’m going to vomit all over the floor.  I also don’t like feeling like I’m going to vomit all over the floor while changing seriously disgusting diapers.

When I was feeling like vomiting all over the floor while changing Silas’ seriously disgusting diaper this morning, he was going through the names of all the people he loves “and Nixeigh and Ashleigh and Grandma and Grandpa Rober and Uncle Evan and Lucas…” the list went on and on and on.  It was really cute.  Then he said “and Ireland and pink shoes!” he hasn’t seen her in over and month and he remembers that she had pink shoes.  he he he.
Juliet came and we almost finished the upstairs of my house on Saturday.  We weren’t working as hard so we didn’t get the bathroom done but most things are sorted.  Brent also got more baseboards up this weekend.  Houses look a million times better with baseboards and Door casings.

I think I’ve found the toddler bed for Silas.  I like buying things used so I’ve been waiting for one on craigslist and one that i like came up.  Things on there are always priced too high so I’m going to try and talk them down a lot lower and then we’ll have a cute toddler bed.  It’s just a natural looking wood bed.  I don’t like the plastic ones that are all like “DORA DORA DORA” so I waited for wood.   Oooo I love buying used.  SO much better for the environment and for my pocket book.  Why buy new when you can get great things for cheaper!?  There’s a million beautiful cribs and baby things on there.

Anyway, I’m all over the place.  I’m going to get some more green tea and drink myself further out of obesity.

Easter

So I made you some videos of our Easter.  I screwed up both of them.  But it was late so just try to enjoy them anyway.  The title of the first one shouldn’t be there and there’s something funny at the beginning of the second one…the second one might be boring anyway.

ANYWAY, here’s some video of us for those of you who we wished we could spend Easter with.

This first one is our lunch.  We’re eating something called eggs golden rod and I think we’re the only people in the world who eat it for Easter or even know what it its.  It’s white sauce with cut up egg whites poured over toast then you sprinkle crumble egg yolks on top.  You must eat it in mass quantities because it’s delicious.

This second one is Silas finding his easter eggs.  Too exciting for a two year old.

 

Bragging

I have cute kids.

 

That’s all.

sorry it’s bad quality…I didn’t feel like waiting for a massive upload. 

Stupid Peanut Residue on Stupid Playgrounds

Silas  was out on the playground in our complex the other day.  Juliet noticed a hive on his chin so I let him have a shower to wash off any residue (he often gets hives from things).  After the shower I noticed some red bumps on his neck but thought he still looked OK. Hours later the hive started growing legs and spreading so we took some Benadryl.  He’s was OK but the hive was beet red for hours after.  Definitely looked like a peanut hive.

Not a big deal, just a friendly reminder of a stupid allergy that can attack him anywhere, even right outside my front door. Just makes me feel like I’ve been hit by a train. My heart breaks each time it happens. It’s almost too much. I’m just glad it wasn’t a big deal. It still hurts deeply though.

I’m a member of a peanut allergy discussion board and a lot of the parents on there don’t take their kids to public playgrounds anymore because of the reactions.  One person said that the contact reactions aren’t dangerous but I’m scared of his hands going into his mouth.  They don’t usually but sometimes they do.

It just sucks.  I don’t know what to do about it.  There’s a beautiful playground right outside my front door that he’s always asking to play on.  I don’t know if there’s risk there for him, I don’t know if I can ask strata to ban peanut products around that area..how do you enforce that?  A kid the other day tried to feed Silas a peanut candy and Brent was there JUST in time to stop it.

The amount my heart hurts from this allergy seems to grow all of the time.  It doesn’t get easier to manage.  I’m OK with feeding him in our house, that’s easy because I’ve always cooked from scratch but the educating people and staying on top of things when we leave the safety of our home.  Trying to not feel awful and guilty when we turn down a person’s food.  Trying not to blush from the awkwardness of the situation.

I dread school, I dread most birthday parties and vacations, being invited over for supper, family get-together’s.  It’s all had the fun sucked right out of it because I constantly have to worry and dread and make people uncomfortable or offended.  I know that Brent and I are the only people that remember this allergy 100% of the time so I have to not let myself trust people 100%.  It’s hard to do that.  I want to trust everyone who loves him but like me, we all make mistakes.  I’m so thankful for people who try so hard for him but I’m dreading the parents who wont care.  I’m dreading having to leave a birthday party because the parent didn’t care.  I’m dreading the tears when Silas has to turn down all the treats the other kids are enjoying freely.

My little pumpkin deserves everything the world has to offer and it just sucks to know that there’s a damper on that.  Food is a big issue and people have massive attachments to certain foods.  He’s going to be left out sometimes.  He’s not going to be able to go to Bible College like me and do the midnight Tim Hortons runs with his friends.  He can’t be the impulsive teenager and young adult that he should be.  I DREAD with all of my heart the experimental phase.  Will he get drunk or smoke some pot and eat something he shouldn’t?

Anyway, I’m hurting about this a lot this week.  I sometimes go for weeks without having to really think much on it but then a reaction happens and it starts all over again.

For those of you that pray, can you keep us in those prayers?  Pray he’ll grow out of it, that I’ll never have to use that dreaded Epipen on him, that we can find creative ways to help him feel like a typical kid.

Auditory Genius?

My darling son Silas is showing some interesting hearing skills.  He picks out noises that certain things make and he can copy them really well.  Like Brent’s nail gun…he can do a great impression.

Aside from that, though, I’ve realized that I need to do certain things quietly or else Silas will come and destroy my special moments.

If I’m downstairs and Silas is upstairs and I decide to have some Cheerios Silas will know.  It’s not them being poured into the bowl, he can hear me eating them and KNOW it’s Cheerios I’m eating.  He’ll then come rushing downstairs and demand I share with him.  Bye bye quiet breakfast…:( How does he know?

Another thing he can hear and know instantly is the sound of his vitamin bottles.  He’ll be engrossed in his breakfast and watching cartoons when I open the fridge to get his probiotics.  I try and do it super quietly so he wont hear me but everytime his head whips around and he says “BITAMINES?? PURPLUE BITAMINES?  WHITE BITAMINES???!!!”.

Strange kid.