My Sick Baby

So my baby is sick. Not the sniffly nose kind of sick but the throwing up and diarrhea kind of sick. He threw up twice today - once at the sitter's (oops) and once in David's arms. Poor baby has never really thrown up before - except that one time that he threw up Jazz food in the middle of the night, but that doesn't really count because none of us (including him) even realized it until the morning. So it couldn't have possibly been that bad. This time he's really sick. It makes me feel terrible. I wish that I could take all his pain away.....

He keeps getting these little bubbles of gas that cause him a lot of pain. After I talked to him about that this morning, he's been repeating every time he has pain, "I have a gas bubble. Sometimes everyone gets gas bubbles that hurt." Such a sweet little boy.

Here's praying that he's better by Friday so we can go to Mexico. Is it possible that Montezuma started his revenge early???

The Ghost of Aunt Cristi

We've been crazy busy around here. I need to post pictures from the pumpkin patch, the Tech game, and the state fair, but Daniel and I were sick last week and this week I worked like a crazy woman (or at least almost full-time!) So I'll give a quick post about Aunt Cristi's ghost, and I'll get to the pictures soon!

So.....Aunt Cristi has been apparently haunting Daniel. She's showing up everywhere! Every morning he wakes up and says things like, "Aunt Cristi is in my crib," "Aunt Cristi, why you hidin' in the curtains?" or "Aunt Cristi keeps hidin' all over the place!"

A few days ago he told me, "Aunt Cristi is my daughter. She in my tummy growing, just like Wheezy's growing in Aunt Pam's tummy!"

Another day we were getting out of the car to go into the sitter's. I closed the door behind him, and he said, "Aunt Cristi's still in the car!" I said, "Are you planning to take her in to Ms. Sarah's?" He replied, "No. She can stay in the car."

Last night he was pretending to talk to her on my phone. He hung up and said, "I talked to Aunt Cristi." I said, "Do you want to really call her?" He looked at me like I was some kind of moron and said, "I already called her!"

And on and on and on.....He's got Aunt Cristi on the mind.

Terrorizing the Neighborhood

The first thing that Daniel wants to do every morning, and I do mean every morning, is go out on his truck. (We also go out every afternoon and evening.) I don't know if I can explain how much he loves this activity, but I'll try.....

So, he has this truck (thanks, Uncle Luis) that he can push around as a dump truck or he can move the dumping part back and ride on it. Every morning, he waits and waits for the sun to come up. Then he says, "The sun's up!!! It says 'good morning!' Wanna take your truck out?" So we take the truck out. I try and make him wait until close to 8 am as it makes this loud noise as he runs through the streets and it makes all the dogs bark at us. I don't want the neighbors getting furious! He typically starts out riding it (versus pushing). He rides to "the worker's house" to see if they're out working on the house. If they're not working, he likes to walk around the house and pick up random pieces of insulation or tubing. If they're working, we keep going. We typically end up at the edge of one of the fields behind our house, and he starts filling his dump truck full of whatever he can find (sticks, flowers, trash, weeds, rocks). He hauls his big finds to another area, dumps it, and starts over. The process only ends when I make him come in, and it almost always ends with me carrying the truck in one hand and holding his hand in my other.

Paletas

It was so beautiful out this weekend that David thought it would be nice to sit on the back patio and eat paletas. Luckily we have a little paleteria pretty close to our house, so Daniel and I went to pick some up. The three of us shared a lime and a watermelon paleta. Daniel was so excited about them! (We had read a book about paletas not too long ago, and he remembered what they were.) He would lick them and then smile with a great big goofy smile. The cutest thing was when he would take a bite that was a little too big though. It was so cold in his mouth that he would get a quick look of pain, start waving his hands frantically back and forth, then begin to smile as his mouth warmed it up and swallowed it down. Yum!

Q is for Koala

Daniel was playing with his foam letters in the tub tonight. He was asking me to say the different sounds of the letters. He's getting a little better at learning the phonemes, but English is just not fair sometimes!

Daniel: What does 'Q' say?
Me: Q says 'qu' like qu, qu, queen or qu, qu quick.
Daniel: Or qu, qu koala.