Spring Has Sprung!

Spring has officially arrived.

We had a terrible thunderstorm this afternoon. It amazes me how worked up that group can get over the weather.

I worried because I was suppose to take the BoyChild to the doctor at 5:30. When the hail started, at about the same time the Husband was suppose to bring the BoyChild to my office, I called and we decided to cancel the appointment. The storm was moving in the direction of the doctor's office and I didn't want to be out with the BoyChild in a hail storm. I assume the storm sirens must have scared the people at the doctor's office too because when I called to cancel the appointment, they had shut down the switchboard.

When the power went out at my office, I decided to leave. Not before the hail made the hood of my ecological disaster look like some midget had take a small hammer to it, however.

The BoyChild had the croup. The cough and wheezing has subsided but he still has a runny nose and I'm worried. He's fussy and tired, cranky and aggressive and is crying a lot. I'm afraid his runny nose has turned into an ear or sinus infection.

When the GirlChild was little, it was easy. When she got sick she ran a high fever and I knew something was wrong. The BoyChild rarely runs a fever but will still be sick.

The BoyChild is a fearless little tyke.

He climbs the slide, not the little kid slide we have but the GirlChild's full sized slid, effortlessly and goes careening into the yard with a giant belly laugh.

He can walk up the stairs by himself but does have sense enough to demand we hold his hand when he goes down stairs. We leave the gate at the top of the stairs open when we go down so if he gets to the top, he won't have to turn around and maneuver the stairs on the way down. Generally one of us is right behind him if he hits the stairs but he's so fast occasionally he'll make it to the top before we can catch him.

He can climb into his high chair and almost snap the belt around his waist.

He climbs on the beds without any assistance and has balance enough to keep himself from falling off. Before I finally removed the ladder, he loved nothing better than to climb onto the top bunk of the GirlChild's bunk bed and sit up there.

I'm not use to this type of fearlessness. He takes my breath away in that really bad sort of way with his fearlessness.

He also ain't no wimp. The other day we were in the front yard and he took off running down the driveway. I went after him when he tumbled and I had to jump over him in order to keep from falling on him. I'm sure we were quite a sight. It was only later that I realized he'd skinned his knees when he fell. It had to have hurt but he just popped up and kept up the game.

Yesterday we went for a walk around the block. There was a PTO meeting at the GirlChild's school. To try to raise attendance at these things the teacher's offer a free homework night if the child's parents attend. The husband and the GirlChild went and the BoyChild and I stayed home to get dinner ready. After I'd gotten dinner in the oven, we decided to go for a walk. The BoyChild took a tumble on the sidewalk and picked himself up with an "I ok."

He's talking now. Making complete sentences. Not really great communication skills but he can sometimes make himself understood.

"Mine!"
"I no poop."
"I poop."
"Mama poop."
"Where Dizzy." (His name for the GirlChild)
"Mama Dar."

I can't figure out what he calls the GranMa. He can name everyone, "Baba," "Mama," "Dada," "Dizzy" but seems genuinely puzzled when we ask who the GranMa is.

He's also very sweet. The other night I had to go to a meeting downtown and didn't want to have to worry about parking. I had the Husband and the kids drop me off and I intended to catch a ride home with the Baba. In the morning when I drop the GirlChild off at school I kiss my hand and she kisses her hand and we touch them together as part of our good-bye routine. I did that with her when I got ready to get out and the BoyChild started grunting. I kissed my hand and reached in the back where he grabbed it and kissed it good-bye.

Time for bed.

Peace,

M&Co.