Max turned 4 while we were at Great Wolf Lodge last week. Mom called to wish him a happy birthday and must’ve said something like “You’re getting as big as your Daddy!”. Max replied thoughtfully/excitedly “I wonder who’s daddy I’m gonna be!? Maybe I’ll be Addison’s daddy.” (Addison is our 16-year-old neighbor that Max has really taken to.)
At Thanksgiving I put some pumpkins on the table; there were four and Max talked occasionally about them being the four of us. At one point he named three of them the three boys in our family but called the one with glitter (that he made at Allied) Addison! That boy has nerve!
This morning when both Jack and Max were having a bath Max looked at Jack and said “Hey, his looks like mine!” Upon further questioning he said ‘the round part’ is what looked the same. I don’t think I’m ready to tell him the proper names for things yet…I want to be a little more certain those won’t come up in public conversation.
Hours later he’s sitting at the table stringing beads while I’m washing lettuce and says “Oh, look, this one looks like a baby malamit (his word for penis)!” Wow, I said, which one? He showed me, and we left it. Well, I left it; he’s said ‘baby malamit’ at least 15 more times now! I don’t want him to be ashamed of his body, but where do I draw the line???!!! This is really cracking me up!
He’s recently (in the last 3 weeks or so) mentioned to Tj while they were both in the shower “Wow, yours is really hairy!”
Last weekend was Give Parents A Break…once a month the AF gives deployed spouses and parents of special needs children (that sounds funny to say when I mean us) 6 hours of free babysitting. Last weekend we went to the Imax to see ‘The Day the Earth Stood Still’. We really had a great time, in spite of the fact that I felt crummy all day. Afterwards we went to the Purple Cow for lunch…it was great! It’s a burger joint, so I got a bacon burger.
I woke up that day with a sore throat, but I figured I’d slept with my mouth open, and if I just could put mind over matter I’d be ok. I fought with it all day, but just felt generally yucky. The next day I felt even worse. We stayed home from church and Tj took care of the kids. We took a nap that afternoon, and when Tj got up he was feeling bad. Monday I felt a little better, Tj felt miserable; he stayed home from work. I had an ear appt for Jack in LR, so we went.
Tj called before lunch to double check that they had sick call at 1pm. Since he was doing so badly we packed up the boys and I drove. He wasn’t inside the clinic long…when he came out he said they didn’t have sick call…boy, was I angry. They told him they’d call with an appointment. An hour or so later they called to say come by anytime and they’d see him.
While the boys were in therapy/Mom’s day out Tj went to the doc’s again. The tech was so startled when he saw Tj’s mouth he called the doc in immediately, and then they rushed the strep test, which was positive! So he stayed home from work Tuesday and Wednesday, too. He felt miserable both of those days, too, but felt better Thursday morning.
Now he has a cold, Max has a little cold, I have a scratchy throat, and Jack’s had a miserable cold since Monday. Bring on the vacation!
I realized the other day that I haven’t written about our Christmas yet. Well, that’s silly since I really haven’t blogged for 6 months or more…but you gotta start somewhere…so I’m starting with the new year (including Christmas from last year).
We had the best Christmas ever. They’re all really great Christmases, but this one was really great too. I guess generally each new Christmas is the best Christmas ever. Anyway…Life was so hectic last fall. I thought everything would be great once Jack was in therapy and Max was going to Mother’s day out at the same place; then I’d have 2.5 hours twice a week to myself! I decided to go grocery shopping every Tuesday (that’s more fun/practical w/o the boys), but then completely splurge every Thursday. I hadn’t thought about it before, but not everything is open at 9 in the morning…I drop the boys off at 8:30 and by the time I get back to town it’s getting close to 9. Obviously I’m veering greatly off topic now….
So I thought things would be great, but then I was also volunteering two mornings a week at church. The only morning I could stay in my pjs and not rush the boys’ breakfast was Friday. Somehow that made life very hectic. When the volunteering positions ended mid-December life really slowed down, and we had a great month. Christmas was perfect! Max was almost 4, and really primed for Santa, and we really hadn’t had a Christmas these last two years.
Ok, this is 24 hours later…Jack is sick with a really bad cold, and was kinda lethargic. I got lots of holding time, but not much blogging time.
We haven’t had a tree or anything ourselves because in 06 we moved to Turkey, and in 07 we moved back. Because Max was so aware of Christmas last year we bought a little 3′ tree for our apartment, but we didn’t have the whole shebang.
This year we woke up before the boys on Christmas morning. We watched a little tv, then I heard Max come downstairs. I peeked out the door at him walking up to the stockings/Christmas tree. For a minute or two he just stood there not making a sound. I think he didn’t believe Santa had come…we’d already had a few presents under the tree so maybe he couldn’t tell that there were more. Ted and I went to him and talked to him a little, but he didn’t seem very awake/happy. Finally I reached up and felt one of the stockings which were filled with bite-size ‘snickies’ (Snickers) and they made such a crinkly noise, and then Max smiled…I think he believed then. We recorded most of us opening presents…until the tape ran out, oops! All in all it was great to watch Max have his first ‘real’ Christmas, and it was great to have such a relaxing break after a few stressful months.
Well, all the boys are up now so guess I’ll blog again later.
Max told me that after his lunch he needed to go look in the mirror to see if his eyes moved when he turned his head. We talked about it a bit during lunch, and he told me that on one of the numerous Christmas movies (many of them the old claymation ones from our childhood) he’d watched Santa’s eyes move when he turned his head. I assumed he meant Santa’s eyes did something ours don’t. I told him that those people in the movie were just pretend people. He didn’t seem too surprised by that, which was good.
As soon as lunch was finished he went to the bathroom and saw that his eyes moved when he turned his head. He ran out telling me “I think I’m pretend! My eyes move when my head moves!” Next he asked me to move my head, and then his Dad. Now he thinks we’re all pretend! Silly kid :-)