About three weeks ago I randomly read Max the story ‘The Rich Fool’. About halfway through I felt that sinking feeling parents sometimes feel…this guy dies at the end…how would Max take that? But it was too late, I read on. Halfway through he asked me what dying meant…how do you answer that? I gave some feeble answer that it’s when the part of you that’s alive isn’t alive anymore. Brilliant, right? At the end of the book we talked a little more about it and then he went to bed.
The next morning when he asked the blessing over his breakfast he prayed that he would never die. Great. I talked a little more about it. Max brought it up again about once a week after that. I finally told him something like ‘don’t worry, most people die when they get older’. Another brilliant one from me.
The next day out of the blue he asked me if Monmon was dead! I had no idea what he was talking about, so he reminded me that I’d said only old people die! Sometimes he’s so funny…I’m sorry he’s worried about dying, but I don’t really know how to reassure him (to his satisfaction).
That reminds me that he’s often worried about being lost. I’ve never gotten lost driving (or not so bad that I was even worried about it). I don’t know where he’s picked up a fear of being lost from, but often when I’m driving (and sometimes when Tj drives) he says something about being lost. Overall he’s not a serious kid, but he has his moments.
Max went to the bathroom by himself. I hear from down the hall as I’m at the table with Jack: “Mooooooommmmmm….I went poop and I have to lean way over to reach the toilet paper.”
Ah, the things they don’t tell you about before you have kids!
Well, I’ve only gotten up two more times to put Jack on the potty, and both times he’s been wet. I’ll most likely put this all off until next year when the weather’s warmer.
Last Sunday night after church the two boys and I went out looking at Christmas lights…Tj had to work on his master’s. After about 30 minutes I heard Jack throwing up in the back! The women in the nursery told me he’d thrown up but I just assumed it was his usual spit-up. He continued throwing up all night until 4am, poor baby! I’ve never seen/felt him so limp in his life. I tried to get it all in a bowl but he would just hang his head on the edge of the bowl…I knew it had to hurt his neck. This is the first time either of the boys has thrown up more than once in a row.
We finally went to Jack’s allergy appointment and now he’s taking Claritin. I feel bad that both my boys have my allergies. The day after he started that medicine he got a cold, so now we have even more snot than before. Crazy kid.
At that visit the doc looked at Max’s ears…lately he’s not been hearing or listening (even to words like ‘popsicle’ and ‘chocolate’!!!). He’s also said he can hear his heartbeat. The doc says his ears look clear but set us up an appointment to have his hearing checked.