Say What Wednesday

After the morning I had with the Tyrant, I'm going to need to remind myself of times when he's not kicking, punching, or just being a general early morning douchebag. Thus, I bring you, a lot of funny from the last week.

Lex: Daddy hit me like the pizza man! (we have no idea what he's talking about...)

Lex to me: You want to eat my little sausage? (he's holding up a tiny little sausage...get your minds out of the gutter!)

Lex: I keep knocking over these monster trucks and keep having to pick them up. And I'm. So. Sick. Of. It.

Lex: Holy Jesus, Mommy! You got in front of my bus and almost got runned over.

Lex (after I turn on the fan in the bathroom while he's making a major transaction): Don't turn the fan on, Mommy. It's loud and it makes me nervous.

Lex (after spending a seemingly long time trying to cram a matchbox car into a matchbox car case): What the hell?!
Me: What did you say?
Lex: Nothing...

'Say What' Wednesday

Look a SWW ON Wednesday!

Lex: Daddy, what's wrong?
Dennis: I'm perturbed.
Lex: Why are you a turd, Daddy?

Lex: I think a big giant turtle is going to smash my house. I'll have to build a castle house.

Lex: I want a cookie.
Me: You can have half of a cookie.
Lex: I want two halves of a cookie.
Me: Your math is excellent...you're still getting half of a cookie.
Lex: But that half of the cookie is yucky; I want both halves.
Me: If one half of the cookie is yucky, why wouldn't the other half be yucky?
Lex: Because this other half makes that half yummy.

I'm wondering if I have a future hostage negotiator or lawyer in my house...

A late Say What Wednesday

Lex is messing with the back of his shorts...repeatedly.

Me (after watching this go on for a few minutes): Lex, what in the hell are you doing?
Lex: My JUNK is driving me CRAZY!

A confession

I'm honestly terrified to take my kid in a car by myself. Gripping, panicky kind of fear. I've been this way since he was born. I've never told anyone this, but I didn't even want to get in the car to take him home. Well, that was mostly for a couple of reasons. Foremost was the issue of being in a car with him, and secondly, was realizing it was pretty fucking real at that point. I was taking a squirming, wiggly, non-verbal human being home alone without the assistance of the nurses. Oy.

I've gotten better about being IN a car with him if Dennis is driving, but taking somewhere on my else will almost send me into a full blown panic attack. So, I force myself to take him places. We routinely head to the library on Saturday mornings, and I try to take him if I have minor errands to run so that I can get out with him. I don't want to be that parent that doesn't take their kid anywhere. We discuss rules in the car (when we're in the library, we walk from place to place, we share, we talk in low voices, etc.), but I mostly stay very quiet when I drive. I never have the radio on, and I let him talk to me. I listen and respond appropriately, I guess. I mean, how do you respond to, "I'm going to be a giant when I grow up, Mommy".

So, I guess from now on, I need to push through this. We always have a good time when we get out, and he's going through a phase where he seems to 'need' me more. Apparently, he stood at the window and cried/whined/fussed when I left for my nightly run.

For once, my kid thinks I rule. And that's pretty freaking sweet

An update with a late Say What Wednesday

Just a little backstory on this one...Lex has had a mild-moderate reaction to amoxicillin. He had a double ear infection about 10 days ago. We took him, got him some antibiotics, and things were great until Wednesday. Our daycare provider, Susan, gave Lex a haircut, and when she was done the back of his neck was broken out...bad. We weren't sure what it was, but I knew he still had 2 more days of antibiotics, and I know you're not supposed to just 'stop' taking antibiotics so I gave him last dose before he went to bed on Wednesday night.

Thursday morning, we wake him to take him to Susan's house and both of his eyes are VERY swollen and angry red...so, I call the doctor's office so that they can see him. His appointment is at 8a and I have a dentist appointment another town away in the opposite direction. Thankfully, Dennis is on spring break this week, and he could take Lex into see the nurse practitioner that had some time available. Our doctor's first appointment wasn't until 11a. I guess she had to talk to the doctor anyway because when she saw him, she didn't know what it was.

I guess they figured it had to have been the antibiotic because Dennis is also allergic to all of the cillins too, so they've chalked it up to that. He's now on prednisone, which as far as I can tell, is speed for children. Lex is running around the house like a crazy person. I mean, actually running in circles in the living room, and running from one room to the next. I'd taken yesterday and today off so that I could hang out with Dennis, and then I was taking Lex to Bloomington Bagel Company and then to the library. Um....No. Not happening. I can't take him out in public with his face all blotchy and red and hive-y looking, on top of the out of control running. I don't think he'd listen to me, and I don't want him running all over the library screaming like he is at home. Maybe tomorrow *sigh*

So, onto the SWW comment (which actually happened yesterday. Sue me.):

On our way upstairs to take a nap, Lex tries to grab the remote control to take with him.

Me: Lex, leave the remote downstairs.
Lex: I don't want to.
Me: Well, it won't work on anything upstairs, so just leave it here.
Lex: When *I'm* bigger, I'm taking the remote control upstairs. I'm going to be bigger than YOU, then Daddy, then Susie, then Chase and Chandler (a set of twins at daycare).

'Say What' Wednesday

Lex: Mommy, you are so mean.

This was said in response to me telling him, repeatedly mind you, to do something. He intentionally turned his back on me while I was trying to get him to clean up his mess before he started to drag out a metric-crap ton of other things. I think a little bit of me died inside when he said it because, although, I didn't raise my voice, I know my tone was pretty shitty. All I could think of was, 'Great. Before I know it, he's going to be telling me hates me.' I really need to learn to NOT do that. I do it to both Dennis and Lex (and sometimes it sneaks out in other facets of my life). My temper FREQUENTLY gets the best of me, and rather than throttle the kid, I take a pretty nasty tone. I'd hate to watch myself on video because I know I'd be super embarrassed at how I react/act sometimes.

Lex to Dennis: Hey, Daddy, where's your phone?
Dennis: In my pocket
Lex: Ok, just checking.

Lex: Mommy, which one do you want (holds up 3 Hot Wheels in blue, yellow, and green)?
Me: Um, the blue one.
Lex: You can have the yellow one.
Me: Why do you make me choose when you know you're not going to let me have the one I want?
Lex: I don't know!

A conversation I didn't think would happen yet!

So, last night I was getting Lex ready to take a bath. I had to pee, but Lex came into the bathroom in all his nakedness and proclaimed, "I have to pee!" Well, when your freshly potty trained preschooler tells you that, their need takes precedence over your own. Whatever.

So, Lex finishes up, and I said, "Lex, put the seat down, Mommy needs to pee". So, I proceed to sit down to do my business...This is the conversation that followed.

Lex: Why do you sit down?
Me: because I can't stand to pee.
Lex: Why?
Me: because I don't have a penis
Lex: *aghast* WHAT?!
Me: Yup.
Lex: what happened to it?
Me: Um, I don't have one?
Lex: But where did it go?
Me: Um...mommy wasn't born with one.
Lex: Daddy has a penis.
Me: Yup
Lex: *I* have a penis!
Me: Yes, you do. Let's go play in the bath now.
Lex: *sounding very remorseful* Sorry you lost your penis.

I don't mind talking to him about this stuff at all. I wasn't phased, I answered his questions matter of factly, using anatomical terms and that mommies and daddies are different. He seemed ok with it. He did bring it up later, and I wondered if he was going to go to daycare and tell everyone what we talked about. But I'd rather him hear this stuff from me than the older kids at daycare.

Say What Wednesday

Lex to Dennis when he floors the car to scoot across traffic: JESUS, Daddy!

Using the lord's name in vain? Definitely my kid.

Random thoughts by Lex (recalling an event on Tuesday evening): There are no shopping carts at Kroger.

Lex to me: Gabriel had green hair today. He looked like a keprechaun.

I've never EVER said the word 'leprechaun' to Lex. Ever. And I have no idea if Gabriel really had green hair. And when I queried Lex about Gabriel's hair, he just kept repeating that he looked like a 'keprechaun'. I laughed so hard I started to cry...and Lex said, "Mommy, I won't say it anymore, don't cry!!" He was so cute!

'Say What' Wednesday

The part where Lex exerts his independence and expands his tyrannical reign over his parents.

Lex (sitting on toilet): Daddy, you need to leave my bathroom. You're bothering me.

Lex (to me last night at dinner): I'm in charge, not you.


This week's edition is a little light in content. Most of my comments from Lex are taken over the weekend or when he says something particularly amusing. However, Lex came down with strep throat Saturday night, and he didn't really do a lot this weekend outside of whining, sleeping, and then sleeping some more. It felt like I had three dogs instead of two with all the lazing around.

On another note of interest to me, mostly, is we moved from Lex's convertible daybed to his full size bed. He is now completely dwarfed and about 4 feet in the air. His bed actually sits, easily, 6-8in higher than our bed. He loves it. All he wanted to do was lay around on it last night. And for the first time since Friday night, slept soundly and through the night. It was all kinds of awesome.

And on the potty training front, Lex now only wears his pull-ups for naps and bedtime. On the binky front? Those little things have officially been kicked to the curb.

'Say What' Wednesday

Well, Lex is definitely learning some of our colorful vernacular.

Lex: Daddy, you are a wiener.

Lex: Daddy, do NOT talk with your mouth full!

Lex: I'm gonna kick you in the NUTS! (yeah, he got that one from me. My bad.)

Last week, it snowed terribly in Bloomington, so I left the 4x4 with the boys in case they wanted to get out. Apparently, this was what Lex said to Dennis

Lex: If we don't go pick up mommy at work, she'll have to work all night and she'll be mad. And then she won't come to my birthday party!

Next time on 'Intervention'

Well, now that we seem to have slight handle on the potty training thing, it's now time to move onto my son's crack habit aka 'the binky'. I remember *gazes wistfully out the window* when I was pregnant (read: stupid) and I thought, "My son will NEVER get a pacifier. Ick". Then, we brought him home. And he cried. A lot. And I needed my sanity. So, on our first night home, I took my hand inside of the dresser cabinet in his room and swept EVERYTHING on the floor. I dug through all of the baby stuff we had until I found a binky with a wee mouse on it (I still have it). He took the pacifier and was content. This means, if the pacifier is my son's drug of choice, I'm the drug dealer. And I'm still the drug dealer/enabler. Our daycare provider broke him of his addiction over a year ago, and I'm still dutifully, albeit unhappily, handing out 2 binkies a night when he asks for them. I've been wanting to break him of the habit for a long time, but I've always thought, "Well, let's wait until he gets to crawling phase..." and then crawling, led to walking, walking led to talking, and we're now at the point of no return. Now, he's working on his last two year molar, and I'm thinking when he finally cuts it all the way, I'm done.

I've heard many theories of how to handle this, and I'm thinking cutting the nub off is going to be the way to go. I've watched my son fall asleep and I know he puts the nub between his fingers of one binky to relax. I know when he's close to falling asleep because of this. And it sort of makes me sad because I feel like I'm forcing one thing after another and effectively MAKING him grow up. The only reason I'm making a big deal out of it is that we ran into a speech pathologist in WDW and she mentioned that she could tell my son still used a pacifier based on his L's and S's. She said that I needed to get him off of it ASAP. Initially, I was a little offended because it's none of her business, and part of me still feels that way. But she makes a valid point; I don't want to inhibit my son's speech by continuing to give him his drug of choice.

I wonder if A&E does a 'binky' intervention...

Say What Wednesday

Lex: Mommy, you only have four hands.
Me: Lex, I only have two hands.
Lex: Yeah, whatever.

Lex: I don't want to go pee pee in my underwear.
Me: That's good.
Lex: Yeah, I want to go pee pee on the floor.

Lex (seeing my bottle of wine): I want YOUR grape juice.
Me: You stay AWAY from my sangria, kid.

WDW Day 2 (Hollywood Studios) Part 1

We had an 8:35a call time at the Hollywood and Vine character breakfast in Hollywood Studios on our first day. When we left the hotel, I feel like there might have been some discussion as to whether or not we should take the umbrella stroller as we left the room, but I think we decided to leave it because he can walk, he likes walking, and he's NOT fond of being stuck in a stroller. So, we loaded onto the bus, and headed out around 7:45a. Now, Hollywood Studios the park, does not open until 9a, but because we were eating breakfast we were allowed to enter the park. Now, remember, this is our FIRST time ever to anything Disney related. We have these cards that not only get you into your hotel room, but they serve as your park tickets too. I watch Dennis pass through the turnstyle by slipping his card into this reader and then sticking his thumb on a scanner (I swear it felt like Mission: Impossible), and going through. Now, honestly, in hindsight I understand how stupid I am, but at the time I was completely under the impression that my ticket as well as Lex's ticket were on Dennis' ticket. So, I try to walk through the turnstyle, and a lady gets HELLA shitty with me. "Ma'am, you MUST stick your card in!" So, par for me, I got hella shitty back with her, "I'm SORRY. You'll have to excuse me because this is my FIRST time here." Anyway, I'm Mission: Impossible'd in, and we're off to breakfast.

Now, let me tell you something. When you use a travel agent, they (you can do this too on your own) can get you reservations for meals. I would suggest this because not unlike 'stand-by' for rides, the lines for sit down meals are HOURS long. HOURS. This would be our first character breakfast. I had no idea what to expect and neither did Lex. Hollywood and Vine is a buffet, and the characters kind of, as it was described to me, ping-pong around the restaurant. About every 15 minutes or so, the characters take a break from interacting with the tables to dance and sing. A-fucking-dorable. I wish I would've thought to video this, but it never crossed my mind. So, while we conned Lex into eating (he was really weird on vacation...it was like pulling teeth to get him to eat ANYTHING), the characters walked around, signed autographs, and generally interacted with everyone.

After breakfast, we decided to hit the park. Now, again, these places are HUGE...and we really had no idea where to start. The sole purpose of WDW, for us, was for Lex to see Mater and Lightning McQueen. We had NO CLUE where to find them, and the map isn't exactly helpful. So, we decided to walk through the Pixar studios portion. Unfortunately, the only really cool thing that Lex was into were the stairs. At this point, we're starting to realize that forgetting (or leaving) the stroller behind was a bad idea. Now, both Dennis and I realize that we expect entirely too much from our preschooler. While he wants to run up and down the stairs doing something that he can do at home, we want to look around. So, we start to lose our patience, but we've paid something like $240 for all of us to go in to this park, and god damn it, we want to see something other than the stairs inside the Pixar area. So, thus 'the dragging of the Lex' starts. Which, of course, turns into a fight. I'll leave out the gory details, but eventually we were able to con him out of the gift shop.



So, in order to appease both Lex and parents, we go to a backlot tour. Now, this was super cool. They just kind of give you a behind the scenes look at how special effects/stunts are done on a movie set. Lex's favorite part (and mine too!) was when they blew stuff up. And then there was FIRE. ON WATER. He LOVED it. Then we got to ride a little tram around the studio, saw the famous Mouse ear water tower, a bunch of Star Wars props , and a multitude of other wicked cool movie props. We watched an Indiana Jones stunt show, and after that we headed over to our main reason for Disney World: Lightning McQueen and Mater. We stood in line for about 15 minutes for about 4 minutes of what we wanted. Which is fine. That's kind of what it's like in WDW. A lot of standing around for just a few minutes of joy. Now what you don't get to see is the epic meltdown that we had to contend with AFTER the family photo was taken. In order to get Lex to relax, one of the theaters was showing Mickey's Christmas Carol, so we sat in a warm theater (again, FL? You're south, start acting like it!) and watched the movie. It was cool seeing on a huge screen.

After the movie, we had lunch at the 50s Prime Time Cafe. This was actually attached to the restaurant we went to in the morning. It was set up like a 50s style house. Think "Leave it to Beaver" and that's exactly what the waiting room was like. I couldn't take any pictures because like everything in WDW, it was packed wall to wall with people. When we were finally seated, our server was HILARIOUS! As one kid was being carried out screaming, she proceeds to yell after the family, "Hey!!! I have some Nyquil in my cabinet if you need it!" The idea of the restaurant was to have the 'servers' be moms. And if you didn't finish your plate you were teased. One little girl was made to get her own refills, we sang Happy Birthday (off key intentionally)to another little girl at a table near us, and our server threw straws at us when we asked for some. . We got a massive kick out this restaurant, and I would definitely go back again!

After lunch, it was time to take Lex back to the hotel for his nap, so back on the bus and back to the Star Hotel. The rest of the afternoon was spent by Lex napping, me sitting by the pool watching the dumbasses swimming (It was 63 degrees), and Dennis watching TV.

I'm going to finish up Day 2 tomorrow. I'm tired of typing...

Walt Disney World (The departure of Bloomington and the arrival in WDW)

I'm going to have to do this WDW blog in phases because it's going to take me forever to get it all out, and format the freaking pictures from our trip.

For Christmas break this year, on a $2000 whim, we decided to go to Disney World. From the first part of November until the day before we left, we talked Lex up on going to "Mickey Mouse's house". We ordered the DVD to watch so that he would have an idea what to expect, and I think he and I watched it about 10 times. I was more interested than he was, as he was too busy playing with trucks or whatever the hell it is that he does 90% of the time.

So, on December 18th we embarked on our 16 hour drive. Lex had a new DVD player in the back seat that I could control from the front seat (epic WIN!). Unlike last June when we drove to North Carolina, he was phenomenal in the car. Nary a complaint, nary a peep. Thank YOU, Mater Tall Tales and various other movies.

Around 6p we rolled into Perry, Georgia, our 'layover' for the night. I had specifically chosen this hotel on the exit for one reason alone. In.Door.Pool. It was the only one. When we pulled into the parking lot, I was a little concerned. The lights weren't on in the pool area. Hmmm...so, Dennis went inside to check in while Lex and I chilled in the car (literally. Hey, GA, last time I checked you were the south. WTF is up with 20 degrees? I could have had that crap in IN). When Dennis came out, he looked a little timid.

Me: What's up with the pool?
D:Umm...I don't think we'll be swimming.
Me: WTF? Why not?
D: Well, it's ummm *scratches head* not heated. And...Ummm...the windows are open.
Me: Are you fucking kidding me? They marketed the hotel as having an indoor pool. That's not an indoor pool. That's an outdoor pool with sides!
Lex: What's wrong, Mommy?
Me: Nothing, Lex. The hotel is a liar.
Lex: Oh.

So, no swimming. I guess while Dennis was inside, he asked about restaurants in the area. The receptionist suggested Applebee's. When Dennis asked for something with a little more local flavor, she suggested Longhorn. :-/ Um, lady, that's a chain too, but whatever. Anyway, she finally suggested a local Mexican (score!!) joint, and we went over there. After that, we hit Wal-mart to buy Lex another cheap pair of pants so that we had a back-up in case of accidents (we needed them later on).

After Wal-Mart we went back to the hotel to relax and sleep. The next morning, we packed up and headed to Orlando. We were only about 6 hours from our destination, and considering how wonderful he was in the car on the way down, we knew we were going to be fine.

Six hours later (approximately 12:30p) we rolled into the WDW resort area. Now, I will tell you one thing. The map they give you of the resort is VERY deceiving. This place is EXPANSIVE. Dennis and I had 'talked' about walking to places. Im-fucking-possible. I don't think I would've even dreamed of walking down to the next couple of hotels. It was HUGE. We pulled into the check in lot, and I asked Dennis if we should wait in the car. He said no, and I'm glad he did. The line to check in, I'm NOT shitting you, was easily an hour and a half long. I spent an hour and a half trying to entertain an almost 3 year old by letting him walk around the hotel's Disney Store. It had its OWN fucking Disney Store. You name it, they had it. And then some. They also had an arcade (which became a place I grew to HATE after 1 damn day). In the 'gift shop', they had a package of the three types of buses you could see there (the resort bus, the airport bus, and the cruise bus). I conned Lex into pooping in the toilet by telling him we would buy these $14 buses. Yes, three pack of buses for $14. Welcome to the most expensive place on earth!


After checking us in, we went back out to the car to move it to our wing of the hotel. We get in the room, and there is ONE king sized bed and a shower stall. Apparently, when Dennis told the woman at the desk that we had a 2 year old that equated to "You all only need one bed, and your kid can stink for a week". Now, some kids might enjoy showers, but mine loses his shit. He accidentally turned the shower on in HIS bath once. It took me almost 2 weeks to get him to NOT scream taking a bath. So, yeah, the shower wasn't going to work. So...back to the main building to the desk to move us. And move us they did. To a completely different building on site. So, we had to trek all of our stuff from Fantasia 2000 to 101 Dalmatians. Yay, a room with 2 double beds and a bath. Score!



At this point, the rest of the day is kind of a blur. Lex started melting down because he was so excited but couldn't calm down enough to take a nap. Needless to say, there was a lot of screaming and crying while Daddy spent time on the phone trying to sort everything out with the resort. He was displeased because he felt like we were too far from the main building where the food court is, etc. It resulted in some awesome Fast Passes.

When Lex finally woke up, it was time for our dinner reservations at Fort Wilderness. So, this would be his first of MANY bus rides. Now, if you know my son, you'll know he LIVES for buses. I wasn't sure how he'd take to riding an actual bus, and not just riding a bus, but at night. He took to it fine. In fact, he loved it. When we got to Magic Kingdom, we had to hop a boat to ride to the other resort. He LOVED this too! He wanted to look out the window and watch the water, he loved seeing the lights at the ends of the docks. When we got to Fort Wilderness, he was able to play on a playground for about 30 minutes while we waited on our reservations. Lots of fun.

When dinner was over, we were full, and had a light up Buzz Lightyear that came with Lex's drink ($5...again, the most expensive place on earth!)We hopped the ferry back to MK, and hopped a bus back to the 'Star Hotel'. We passed out on our respective beds to wake up for our 8:35a call time at Hollywood Studios. Breakfast with Handy Manny, June and Leo from Little Einsteins, and Agent Oso.

'Say What' Wednesday

Relayed to us by our daycare provider - Lex: Jordan, you have a bright, big penis! (where does he GET this stuff!?)

Lex (repeated at a rate of about 10 times an hour): *whines* I don't WANT TO!

Dennis: And what do we do to people who drive through our yard?
Lex: Kick 'em in the HEAD.
Me: Merry Christmas to all!

Lex (on the monorail in Disney World): *robotic voice* I. Am. A. Robot.

Me: Lex, what are you doing?
Lex: I *might* be pooping.
Me: Well, then let's go potty!
*head upstairs* *get to bathroom*
Lex: Mommy, the poopie went back UP my butt!
Me: Good! Keep it there until you're on the potty!

'Say What' Wednesday

Lex (yelling from upstairs): Mommy!!!!! Say good night to my blankets!
Me: Good night, Lex's blankets!
Lex: Thank you, mommy!!

Lex to Dennis: Stop talking to me like that. You're making me sick!

Lex (quite loudly) in Walmart: Mommy, if I go poopy in the potty, can I have this monster truck?

Lex: Daddy, clean my fan (talking about the ceiling fan)! It's disgusting!

'Say What Wednesday' will most likely be on hold as that I will be in Disney World (SQUEEEEEE!!!) next week!

'Say What' Wednesday...on Thursday

Sorry, folks. I had what I've been describing as 'black death' on Monday and Tuesday, and I'm just starting to eat again.

Lex (after we said, "COME ON! for the eleventy bajillionth time): Hey, give me 2 seconds!

Lex (talking to Dennis when I wasn't around): Mommy was a whackaloon last night.


thus concludes our 'say what Wednesday' on Thursday this week.

A little taste of the weekend

It snowed! Quite a bit, actually! I went to a wonderful party with a very good friend last night at another couple's house. It was supposed to be a snowflake cutting party complete with using old journal articles (Jenny is a grad student in the School of Journalism) from their research. Moe and I did not participate in the snowflake stuff, but stood in the kitchen shooting the shit with Jenny's husband and someone that he didn't know, but had a lot in common with considering they were both from the Region. I drank almost an entire bottle of wine, played a game called Scribblish, and then my DD (Moe) drove me home in a very light dusting of snow. It was beautiful and I can say it was probably the most fun I've had in awhile. I don't get to go out with friends very often because I feel guilty leaving Lex and D at home, but it felt good I won't lie :-)

Today, the light dusting of snow? Was quite a bit more than a dusting. I think we might have gotten around 3-4 inches. It was the first time that Lex was able to understand what snow is, and he asked to go outside to play. It was so much fun. He took his little car outside and ran around, threw snowballs, fell in the snow, giggled and played. It was joyous, and some of the pics were beautiful...particularly this one.

When he finally went down for a nap, I left to go workout, but before I go to the rec center, I stopped off at work to take some gorgeous shots of the Kirkwood Observatory so that I could get something good for the departmental holiday card. I have a pretty generic camera...nothing fancy, but I was certainly pleased with how they turned out...






I apologize for the crappy formatting of the photos...It's been a long time since I've used HTML. And I'm kind of drinking, so my patience for that kind of shit is WAY limited.

So. Sick.

Poor Lex. My wee man started vomiting last night around 6:30p (right on my best friend, Melanie, mind you), and vomited all night until around 2a. Around 12:30a, it was no longer something I had to clean up because he'd officially hit every vomiting person's worst nightmare: the dry heaves. He literally dry heaved every half an hour for an hour and a half.

At 6a when my husband got up, Lex decided HE wanted up (fuck!) and to go downstairs. I let Dennis take him downstairs so I could try to get another half an hour of sleep to add to the, maybe, two hours I got total last night. So, at some point I heard, "KIMBERLY!!!!!" and I knew he'd thrown up again. *sigh* I'm not sure how much water my husband gave him, but apparently it ended up all over Lex and the floor. So, I waited another hour, and started him on tablespoons of water to see if he could keep them down. He's had 2 tablespoons of water so far, and he's keeping it down thus far. In fact, he's been poking around the fridge and pantry looking for something to eat. I hate telling him that we need to wait, but I don't want to clean something up if he's not feeling really well.

I will say one thing. Having an infant or baby sick is awful. It's the worst feeling in the world. But having a sick toddler/preschooler is a little more manageable. You can watch their little faces change. Lex will say, "Mommy" in such a way that I know it's coming (or his activity level drops SIGNIFICANTLY. So, at least now, I can predict when he might throw up. I had no chance when he was a baby. Sure, he kind of whined, but nothing like he does now...

So, today, I get to spend the day with my sick little dude, who is contentedly sitting next to me on the couch watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. It looks like it will be a good day. Sick or not.

'Say What' Wednesday

Lex to Dennis: *taps Dennis on the head* Daddy, your head is empty!

Me: Lex, what do you want for dinner?
Lex: Nothing. I'm too busy.

Lex: Daddy, mommy ripped your mail!!!