Unfortunately, Jack woke up this morning a much sicker little boy. His temperature hasn’t gotten too high (yet) but his energy level has plummeted and he has spent the entire morning laying on the couch drifting in and out of sleep. On most days I am pulling him out from under Avery’s bed, removing fingernail polish from his lips, wiping lotion off his clothing, wrangling gum from his hands, andessentially blocking him from accomplishing all sorts of damaging conquests throughout my house.
But today is very different. It’s both odd and disconcerting to see such a change in his temperament. He wants me to sit with him, stroke his furry little head and let him smell my shirt. Yes. It’s weird and kind of creepybut it’scomforting and makes him happy. Me, not so much. He has thrown up in my hand after a coughing fit and then proceeded to tell me I smelled bad. What a charmer. We’ve had all kinds of conversations and I’ve gotten a realglimpse into what makes this little guy tick.
They have gone something like this:
Jack: I wanna watch Backyardigans. ‘Kay?
Me: Sure, no problem.
Jack: Which one are you?
Jack: Which guy are you? I’m da blue one. Which one are you gonna be?
Me: Um, I don’t know. The pink one?
Jack: Nope. Not dat one.
Me: Why not?
Jack: ‘Cause dat ones a girl. And you a mom.
Me: Mom’s are girls.
Jack: No. Mom’s aren’t girls. Mom’s are moms.
Me: Fine, Jack. Which one do you want me to be?
Jack: Um…I fink…um. You can be…um…da pink one.
Me: Perfect. Thanks.
Or something like this:
Jack: Why come Lewis don’t wear clothes no more?
Me: Lewis is a dog. He never wears clothes.
Jack: Yeah him does. Him has clothes. Where dey go?
Me: Jack, he has fur. His fur is his clothes.
Jack: No. Him’s fur isn’t clothes. It’s fur.
Me: Okay, Jack. Got it.
And this was the latest during a particularly snuggly moment:
Jack: How come you has boobs? Big ones.
Me: Because I’m a girl. I’m a mommy. Don’t worry about it.
Jack: Yours is big.
Me: Thanks, Jack. Let’s not worry about mommy’s boobs.
Jack: Hmm. How come they squishy?
Me: Because, Jack. Please let’s not worry about it.
Jack: Well,I wike ’em.
So, as you can see it’s been a very interesting day filled with comfort, joy and scintillating conversation.
Love to all, Mindy
See, I knew there was a reason I didnt have kids. LOL. Just teasing kids are great, just like elephants, nice to look at just dont want em in my house.
When my nephew (the human apple of my eye) was 2 he stayed with me when he was sick. He had a fever and needed some snuggling. I picked him up, he pulled open my shirt, asked “are those your boobies”? and then vomited all over them. I am still in therapy.
Trust me…sometimes I wonder if I am a glutton for punishment or masochistic or something when I think about being a mom. It’s not easy. And there is something about little boys and boobs. Of course, there’s something about big boys and boobs. It’s in the man DNA. =)
Your not a girl! Your just mom! Too funny!
Hope he gets better soon, taking care of a sick kid is just as exhausting as running after and blocking one.
Thanks Heather! Yes, Jack is even more work sick than he is healthy. =)
I’m sorry Jack is sickier today. Make sure you take care of yourself too! Little ones are so funny coming up with the things they say. Too cute!
Well, we’re heading to the doctor’s office this morning and we’ll see what they say. Hopefully he’s just in the throes of a bad cold. =)
Um, hello, Mindy? He’s a boy. Therefore, being more work when sick is also Man DNA. Ever met a guy who didn’t whine and want to be babied when sick?? Nope. Me either. And the boobs…trust me around thirteen he’ll start being completely repulsed by the fact that his mom has boobs. Enjoy that sweet little boy cuddling now because cuddling mom drops way down on the list all too soon. I feel lucky that I still get a hug and a kiss on occasion.
Oh, I am more than aware of the whiny-baby Man DNA. My husband is at the top of that list! My nephew is so repulsed by boobs that he would love it if his mom wore a burka to the pool. And trust me, I am reveling in all the love that little guy wants to give me…just not the snot. =)
I’m sorry he’s so sick. All my oldest does when he’s sick is whine and complain, then starts crying for no reason. Hmm. Sounds a bit like my husband. And, yes, the boob thing is part of every boy.
I wonder what part of the man DNA dictates the whiny-baby syndrome? They all seem to suffer from this particular gene abnormality. Oh, that and the boob fetish. =)
I’m glad you’re taking him in. Sluggish always worries me.
His dad is going to be SO proud of the boob conversation!
Well, we’re back and they’re calling it the flu and respiratory infection. We’ve now got a cocktail of Tamifly, Azithromycin and nebulizer with Albuterol. Hopefully he’ll be better tomorrow. Aye. This parenting stuff is crazy. =)
Angelia Sims says
Ah Mindy…you have your hands full! Hang in there, I’ll send some prayers your way. Hope he gets well and you stay well.
And those conversations are priceless!
Yes, those conversations are priceless and so endearing. Thanks for the kind thoughts and definitely for the prayers! He’s been quite a little handful but on the road to recovery I think! =)