Hug Twice

Apparently the thing I said my whole life of how I wouldn’t let my younger child do things faster was a lie I told myself. I was always irritated as a child (I was the oldest) when I would have to wait until a certain age to do something, and then my younger brothers would get to do it earlier than I did.

And now, someday, CJ will hate me the same way.

I made CJ wait until he was 3 to have lollipops. Call me crazy, but they just freaked me out. I intended on making Alexa wait until 3 as well. And then today at the barber, CJ got a lollipop for doing a good job, and after much deliberation (and, I will admit, a fair bit of whining on the part of the youngest) I gave Alexa, not yet quite 2, a lollipop too. And freaked out a bit, but she did just fine.

So fine, in fact, that when it was almost gone I was calm enough to go into the kitchen to start cleaning up (she was with CJ in our attached family room sitting on the floor). And then I hear CJ screech. I turn around, and Alexa had finished her lollipop, put the stick on the floor, and stolen CJ’s right out of his mouth. And popped it right into hers.

He was not amused. And then I made her give it back, and she was very not amused.

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Yeah, me neither.

I was getting some paper out of our open ream for the printer, and I pulled out a cricket. I thought it was a spider at first, a BIG spider, and I about jumped out of my skin. Yikes.

And the top sheet of paper was covered with cricket droppings. We generally reuse the backs of random junk mail and things like that for the printer paper so it isn;t very often I pull out actual clean sheets to print on.

Although that one wasn’t very clean. (No, I didn’t use it! Yikes!)

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We were all sick. Alexa the worst, then me, then CJ, and Matt was mostly (but not completely) spared.

I honestly just want to forget it now.

Although I was almost as sick as Alexa, since I am 32 years older than she is, in me it was less worrisome. She wasn’t constantly throwing up, but she threw up for 5 days. She is so tiny to begin with, that she doesn’t have any extra weight to lose. I am so glad that this afternoon, she started bossing me around and stopped looking so droopy.

Because I know if she’s bossing me around, she must feel better.

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Like the sound of either of my children throwing up, apparently.

My son woke me up yesterday morning to throw up on me. And I followed a trail back to his room, which included his bed. As I was comforting him, I hear the sounds of my daughter waking up. I walked into her room, and she was lying in her crib. She, and the crib, were covered in vomit.

Poor dears. I spent most of the day denying them food they begged for (and Alexa is way too young to understand why she only gets small sips at a time when she is clearly hungry) and cleaning up after them over and over again. CJ seems to have stopped throwing up now, but Alexa still is. And last night Matt said he is starting to feel sick…

I should have spent more of Sunday, when I was the sickest, sleeping in preparation for the inevitable.

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My daughter has decided she would like to go to sleep at 5. AM. Not PM. Every night.

This greatly hampers my recovery, I think. I do get to see a good deal of live Olympic coverage though.

I still really dislike potty training. And no, it isn’t improving. In fact, it is getting worse.

Something cheery when sitting at the computer doesn’t make me feel like throwing up. For now, like sick people are ought to do, I whine.

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