We have had ourselves a weekend.
Part of it has been filled with pain and suffering, because I took Thing 2 in to see his pediatrician for his well-baby, two-year-old check-up. She examined him and declared that he was handsome and smart and athletic and busy, and then she looked in his ears. That’s when she said, “Um… and he has a double ear infection.” The thing with our toddler is this: He seems to be immune to the pain that would flatten other children his age. He has not complained about his ears a single time, but he’s OH-SO-VERY-VOCAL about how taking his antibiotic is going to KILL HIM DEAD.
Then Hubs began complaining about how he was very possibly going to DIE A SLOW AND TORTUROUS DEATH, because HIS EAR! HIS EAR HURT SO BAD! He went to the walk-in clinic, where he discovered he was paddling the same boat that Thing 2 was floating in, because ADULT MAN EAR INFECTION.
Which means that Hubs has spent the rest of his weekend on a beanbag in front of the fireplace, with the level of heat set to VAPORIZE.
It has been so hot in our house, even our walls are sweating.
And then Thing 2 decided to wake up at 11:00 last night, because MY! That little stretch of sleep from 7 to 11 PM was a FANTASTICALLY REFRESHING NAP! And then Thing 2 stayed awake until 3:30 this morning.
Don’t think that I don’t look at bottles of Benadryl with great longing.
So that’s what we’re dealing with. The heat in this house, the fact that Hubs is growing a basketball with daggers all over it in his ear, because OH, THE SWELLING! And OH, THE PAIN!, and a total lack of sleep.
And then we welcomed in the SET YOUR CLOCKS FORWARD AND LOSE AN HOUR OF YOUR SLEEP morning.
I’m sure y’all will forgive me if I ramble this evening.
Thing 2 had a right-smack-fine birthday on Wednesday. It didn’t take him any time at all to learn the fine art of ripping brightly-colored wrapping paper off of boxes, as he shouted out, “Present!”
Thing 2 started off his morning by opening a package of orange M&Ms from our friend, Lisa. And… because it was his birthday… Hubs and I broke the HEALTHY OATMEAL AND PEARS PROTOCOL, and we let the toddler eat those M&Ms for breakfast. He was plum, dadgum thrilled. It’s also the reason that Thing 2 has an orange chin in most of his birthday snapshots.
And then, Daddy and Mama bought Thing 2 a train set for his birthday. It came complete with forty-six miles of plastic tracks to decorate your floors and coffee table with. It has become a giant hindrance to vacuuming, but Thing 2 loves it.
They gave him more train cars for his tracks!
After Thing 2 and I had collected the boy from school on Wednesday afternoon, we drove out to Sister’s house, because listen: NEW PUPPY! Oh, the new puppy wasn’t for us, because we can barely handle Thing 2 during the nighttime hours; Hubs and I have no desire to be up, practicing POTTY TRAINING with a puppy in the middle of the night, too.
There’s a definite limit to how much crazy you can have in your lives at one time.
But Sister’s toddler, Cousin H, sleeps all night long. Every night of the week. It’s because she understands the Bible verse on children being obedient to their parents. So, with no one to really get them up for extended periods of time in the middle of the night, Sister and Sister’s Husband thought that YES! They could totally run a puppy outside at 2 AM.
Little Bella is a yellow lab, and she is just six weeks old. She’s tiny and adorable.
Our boys have TOTALLY begged for a puppy this week.
Sister has baby gates all over her house to keep Bella off of the carpet, until she learns that her bathroom is OUTSIDE. The baby gates keep Cousin H confined to the tile and hardwood floors, as well. Thing 2 instantly showed H that, “Hey! If you want to go upstairs where all the carpet is, you just put a foot here and vault it. It’s not even a challenge; 98% of it is mental, little girl!”
Cousin H was very concerned that maybe the adults in the room should witness the criminal activity that Thing 2 was persuading her to take part in.
As can be expected, we have learned that Thing 2 is a bit of a daredevil on his new birthday bike.
He has already shown us that he can handle some circus-style stunts by standing on the seat. I think he’s ready to jump through the flaming hoops with the poodles.
The anxiety of his brave bike riding skills is enough to send you back to bed, on a beanbag in front of the fireplace.
Y’all have a happy Sunday evening.