Friday, March 9, 2012

sick boy and Star Wars.

It's been a long time since I've let the kids watch morning cartoons.  It feels good to hear the children's programming filter up from the basement.  There is silence otherwise.  Hubby just went down to say goodbye before going into the office, and when he came back up he said he wasn't certain the kids realized he was leaving.  Their eyes never left the TV :)  It's kinda amusing.

Boy2 was sick last night.  Hubby and I put a movie on downstairs and couldn't really hear anything aside from the furnace and the show, but then Hubby muted it and we heard the Girl howling.  Up I go, to find her awake, but also Boy2 up and screaming, covered in puke.  On him, the bed, the carpet.  Gave a num to soothe the Girl then focused on my poor little guy.  Stripped him down, got him in the tub (it was all over his head, thank goodness Hubby had shorn his hair earlier this week), washed, then with warm and clean jammies, he snuggled into bed with Daddy.  Gave him the option to snuggle me, but he wanted Daddy at this point.  He'd been yelling at me that he was cold and his foot hurt, so I became a focus for the bad that he was experiencing.  Not a big deal.  He was being comforted.

I stripped the bed, threw the blankets, sheets, and pillow into the wash, scrubbed the carpet, put clean linen and blankets on his bed, got out an ice cream bucket for beside the bed, and got a children's gravol for him.  Didn't really do that much good, since he threw up the gravol and water.  Oh well.  We kept a small lamp on in the room so he could see the bucket, then we tried to go to bed (it was after 11 at this point and our days start awfully early).  Ended up laying next to Boy2 in his bed for a few hours so he would actually sleep.  Tried to get water into him since nothing hurts quite like dry heaving.  Everything came up again.  He was mumbling in his sleep and moving his legs around, so I turned out the light around 1:30 thinking that he would likely sleep deeper without the light.  I was right.  I moved into my own bed and slept for a few hours, to be awakened by a scream that he wanted the light on.  Got him back to sleep, then he woke again an hour or so later yelling that he needed Mommy.  Then all the kids wanted to start the day at 6:30.  I hope it'll be a good day, in spite of the fatigue.

He had a breakfast of ginger ale and crackers, and so far so good.  No melt downs yet, and we're about four hours from nap time, so we may make it :)

Yesterday afternoon, Boy2 and the Girl were looking at Hubby's World Book of Records on the kitchen floor beside me.  They got to a page that had a photo of Cristo Redentor in Brazil and I heard "Momma, look!  God!"  I said, "Yes, that's a statue of Jesus."  Then Boy2 said "But Momma, Jesus is God."  I smiled, Yes, yes he is.  When Hubby got home I told him.  "A four year old gets it!" was his response.

The Boy has started a new unit in school: the Rain Forest.  He came home Tuesday talking all about Howler Monkeys and how loud they are.  Apparently they watched a video on them.  So we got out Planet Earth (BBC) and they watched the Jungles episode that has the monkeys, birds of paradise, tree frogs, and insects.  It's been a while since we've watched them and the kids were fascinated.  Didn't really hold the Girl's attention, but I've noticed that very little TV actually does.  She seems to have a preference for human interaction (I'm not going to complain about that!).

I was hoping Boy2 would give up his num after his dental work last week.  No such luck.  And he doesn't believe in fairies, so the soother fairy is out of the question.  I think I've convinced him that he should give his nums to the new baby when it arrives, though.  He seems pretty pleased with the idea, and I've brought it up a couple of times, so I think that we will push for that.  He'll be four next week, and I was at a loss for how to convince him to give it up, but I think we've hit on just the right solution.

The Girl has decided that she enjoys sleep again.  She's had eight good nights in a row, and she's eating again, so I think we're more or less out of the woods with her.  Her mouth was bleeding a bit at snack time yesterday afternoon, though, but sore gums are fairly normal for a teething toddler.  I can still remember when the Boy put a spoon in his mouth and it started to bleed.  It was just what was needed to help the tooth break through the gums, though.

Even with cutting back on Star Wars (too difficult to cut out completely), there is still the Mania at this house.  The Boy brings home the books from the school library, they build the fighters with their legos, they pretend to shoot blasters across the table...  Last night, Hubby tired to convince the boys that he was a Jedi and used the Force.  They said "No, you're a pastor!  You work at the church!"  Dad: "And I use the Force there."  Me: "He wears a robe, like the Jedi..."  kids: "No!"  Me: "Yeah.  It's white, but it's still a robe like Obi-Wan wears."  I don't think we convinced them :)

I should really get going.  Hubby picked up a pantry for me yesterday so I'm going to put it together this morning.  After changing some more laundry.  I'm very grateful for a washing machine that works and that we don't have to go to a laundromat or have shared laundry.  We did when we were first married, but thankfully we've been able to have separate laundry the rest of the time.  And after this summer when the washer died, the new machine has definitely held up it's end.

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