Thursday, April 10, 2014

Thursday: dear Isaac

Dear Isaac,

You were a wonderful kid today, entertaining yourself with random things or things I wanted to do too.  You also figured out how to get on the toilet by yourself today, so that's a huge step.  (Next time don't brag about how many treats you've given yourself for doing so though.  Tomorrow they will be rationed.)

However, I'd like to remind you that you need to chew and swallow your food so that you don't throw up as it sets off a chain reaction in this household right now.  Dad managed to stop the chain, but just barely.

Love,
Your still slightly sick Mom

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Tuesday: our day

Ahhh...today.  Good moments and not so good moments.

Isaac slept in, so that was rather nice since it took me a long while to get back to sleep last night.  He proceeded to empty the contents of his intestines into the toilet.  (He actually did a really good job today getting yucky stuff into to toilet...although by midmorning I'm not sure there was much left.)  I called the nurse and she gave us some advice, but it would mean a trip to the store.

At 9:30 we were about ready to go to the store and even had three of our four shoes on.  Then Isaac decided that his forth shoes should be put away.  I thought about life, and decided it would be much better if I lay down and rested...even if Isaac did only have one shoe on.  So it took us several additional minutes to get out the door, but we finally did.  We got all the recommended food and more diapers.

We got home and I was still exhausted.  Isaac watched some TV while I dozed.  Then lunch time!  Isaac still wasn't all that hungry and was happy to be done and take a nap.  He fell asleep almost right away and slept for 3.5 hours when I finally woke him up.

We played for a bit, the pile of "Dad's stuff" growing larger and larger by the door to the garage.  Dad got a giraffe, a piece of plain donut, several books, a sheep, and two blocks.  Isaac is big into sharing and taking turns with us lately, although I doubt that he feels the same way about kids his age.  At one point I said, "I need to get some medicine" and Isaac looked up at me and then ran off to get it for me without being asked.  What a nice kid.  He was also into locking and unlocking things, especially the flaps in one of his books.  The imaginary keys were in a different room though, so every time we wanted to open another flap it would take a few minutes.  I was ok with this plan though and enjoyed the rest.

Isaac did finally eat pretty well for dinner...the Crispex and yogurt hit the spot.  The end of the day involved a quick shower.  Isaac's intestines still don't seem to be working quite right so I didn't want to risk a bath, but he stank.  Throughout the day he was his normal happy self, so that was wonderful at least.

Monday: another first

We just had our first mid-night sheet changing experience. Isaac is having intestinal issues. But now I'm wide awake and can't get back to sleep.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Sunday: dinner

Usually we don't have a lot of trouble getting Isaac to eat, even if he does eat slowly.  Not so tonight. (We were watching Top Gear, but we usually eat with dinner.)

I told him what was on his plate and said, "Does that sound good?"  "No" was the respond.  "Too bad," I said.

I looked over at him a few minutes later to see that he had pulled out a chunk of hair and was licking it.  Yuck.  "Why don't you eat some food?"  Isaac eats one curd of cottage cheese.

A few minutes later..."Can you eat some food?"  Isaac eats one curd of cottage cheese.

A bit later...I see him lick a piece of pizza.

Ben says, "Can you take a big bite?"  Isaac eats about four curds of cottage cheese.

Isaac picks a microscopic something off his pizza and shows it to me.  "What's this?"
"Nothing."
"What's this?"
"Nothing."
"What's this?"
"Sausage.  Can you eat it?"

Isaac starts to bang his elbows on the tray.  "Ouch!  Belbow!  Kiss!"  After three kisses I tell him no more kisses.  Of course, he keeps banging.  I hide behind a pillow and blanket and pretend to sleep, letting Ben deal with it.

Ben gets him to eat his half banana by stopping the show every minute until he puts a banana piece in his mouth.

Sigh.  I don't mind if Isaac doesn't eat all his food, but it's nice when he eats some..especially when he didn't have a big lunch either.  He did however have plenty of energy after dinner, as he ran laps around the house for several minutes.  (Every time he passed his robot he would pause, pick him up, show him to Ben, put him down, and keep running.)

Friday, April 4, 2014

Friday: laughing

Tonight after Isaac's bath Isaac declared "Silly dada"  right out of the blue.  Since Ben was still upstairs, I brought Isaac over to see if we could figure out why Ben was silly.

Ben: Is Mom silly?
Isaac: No
B: Is Isaac silly?
I: No
B: Is Dad silly?
I: Yeah! (Laughter)
Amanda: Who's the silliest?
I: Mama's hair

Ben and I crack up at this, which causes Isaac to do a sort of fake laugh.  So Ben and I laugh harder which causes Isaac to do more fake laughing.  We haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Thursday: moving

This pregnancy is marked by a resistance to movement. Over and over again I don't feel well but get up for some reason ( tonight it was to turn off the lights) only to find myself throwing up 30 seconds later.

I had figured this out a while ago, but have been feeling well enough that I thought I could chance it...and I would have felt really dumb texting Ben to come upstairs and turn off the lights in the bedroom.

But...I should have asked him to turn off the lights.



Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Wednesday: tantrum

For the most part, Isaac is a pretty laid back kid and easily distracted when he thinks something went wrong.  Today we probably had our longest tantrum to date and he would not be distracted.  It all started when we went to get the mail...

Isaac got distracted by the walk to the front door, so I went to get the mail myself.  He came down thirty seconds later and wanted to get the mail.  So we put it back in the mailbox and took it out again.  (It was a rather uncomfortable position to hold him in.)  But then he wanted to put it back in.  I said no, and so for the next fifteen minutes all I heard was "IN PLEASE".  At one point I thought he was going to give into the classic tantrum on the ground, but then he remembered what he was crying about and stuck the mail in the door, trying to get it as close to the mailbox as possible.

He finally stopped when he randomly decided to brush his teeth.