Old Blog Posts: October 2007

Will has added pumpkin to his vocabularly–it’s “pum”

He also is sure that every Spiderman is “Gee”–his buddy Jameson from next door.  There’s a big Spiderman display in the window at Blockbuster, and I could barely get Will to walk past it–he just wanted to stand and shout “Gee!”  We saw another little boy dressed as Spiderman while we were trick-or-treating tonight, and Will ran up to him shouting “Gee!  Gee!” but I think he scared the other spiderman!

We managed to run into Will’s Halloween twin, too–a boy younger than Will was trick-or-treating in the same costume. Our street gets buzzing on Halloween, because the rural kids from surrounding areas come in to do the easy candy grabbing.  It was too bad only a few houses were participating this year.

I took Will on errands today in his costume, since Papa Murpheys was giving free mini pizzas to kids in costume, and Willie loves pizza!  We went to the post office, the grocery store, picked up our pizza, and grabbed a movie.  EVERYONE loved seeing him in his costume!

 

It was Will’s first Real Halloween.  Last year it was too cold for a baby to go out (and Nic thought it was stupid to take a baby trick or treating), so we just answered the door.  This year, though, it was Willie’s turn!

We went to about six houses (the only ones on our street with their lights on) and Will’s friend Tori came with us, which made it a thousand times more fun for him.

Afterward we came back to our house and Willie helped us answer the door.  He loved it!  Toward the end, he was putting the candy in their bags.  Even though you could tell he was sort of tempted to keep it.

For some reason, though, he came to the conclusion that every time someone came to the door, HE should be able to trick-or-treat from our candy bucket, too.  And because I’m a bad mom, I let him.

I knew I’d be in for a sugar monster, but I figured it would be okay.  A little craziness, a little jumping on the sofa, a little staying-up-late once a year isn’t so bad.  And it wasn’t.  Until he threw up on me.

He was hugging me around my neck from behind and bouncing on the sofa.  He smashed his face into my neck and I said to Nic “look how much he loves me” and Nic said “yeah–maybe a little too much.”  Then I felt something warm and wet trickle down my neck.  And the rancid smell of vomit filled the air.

Ah crap.  I’m the worst mom ever.  My kid threw up on Halloween.

But he sure did have fun.

Next year, just three pieces of candy on Halloween.  Just three.

Nic’s birthday was on Saturday, so we had a special family weekend–no work!  We got Nic “Meet the Robinsons” on DVD and I guess who else loves it?  Willie B, of course!

I was a little bit surprised, but guess I probably shouldn’t have been.  He loves watching it so we’re thinking of taking him to Bee Movie next weekend.  It would be the first time Nic and I have been to the theater in at least a year!  We’ll see how it goes!

He’s really good at roaring like a dinosaur (his way of saying “I wanna watch Meet the Robinsons”)…but it all started with Nic’s party on Friday.  We invited our friends’ dog, too, and at one point in the evening he growled.  Next thing we knew, Will was growling, too!

We went to the pumpkin patch yesterday (I’m uploading photos to Smugmug right now).  It took us two and a half hours to get there (we got a little lost a few times) and we looked out into an empty pumpkin patch field.  I was bummed, because I’d checked the website that morning to make sure everything was still good, and they failed to mention that the only pumpkins that were left were smashed and rotten.  An important detail when people are travelling from far away!  BUT we were determined to make the most of it, and we did!  We took Willie through the corn maze, and had him pick out a little pumpkin from the pile they had next to the cash register.  I didn’t really think he’d pick one out, but he did!  He looked at about three, then instantly bonded with one, and wanted to carry it around with him the rest of the time (though he got tired in the maze and had Nic and I carry it).

It only took us an hour to drive home.  Sure helps when you go the right way.

We’ll carve our pumpkins tonight.  There’s a pumpkin carving contest on a photography site and I want to win….I’m thinking our pumpkins this year might be photog themed. 

We had our first snow of the season yesterday.  About 2-3 inches.  It was preceeded by a SERIOUS wind storm that, if Colorado Springs had any trees, would have done some damage!  Instead, it just made me feel like one of the three little pigs as the big bad wolf stood outside trying to blow my house down.

We had a whole four months without snow–June, July, August and September.  I guess that’s all you can ask for at 7000ft!

Will is all better now.  He gets tired easily, but he just doesn’t know it.  His big two things right now are talking about “ka” (icky things) and “bro” (broken things).  He wants to know if everything is bro or ka.  Especially ka.  “Ka?” he’ll ask.  Nic and I have talked about it quite a bit–Willie knows that it’s bad to be “ka,” but he’s just not entirely sure yet what makes something ka.  He’s getting it down, though.  Poop, pee, food on the floor (at first he thought food on his tray might also be ka, but now he knows that it’s just the food on the floor that’s gross), dried oatmeal on your hands, clothes, or hair. and anything sticky.

And for some reason that I can’t for the life of me figure out, “quo” means eggs.  And he’s obsessed with them.

We didn’t make it out to the pumpkin patch (because of the snow) which is very disappointing to me–I’m worried it might have to wait until Sunday, which is the day after Nic’s birthday…so we’ll see.

Nic and I went to the Melting Pot on Saturday night (gotta mix it up–we wanted to test out The Mona Lisa’s competition).  It was great, but really set back my attempts to eat healthy food in small proportions.  But I’ve been really good about flossing, so maybe I’ll lose the five pounds in plaque.

Nic started selling his photos on stock websites this weekend and I can’t believe how fast it’s taken off!  He had 15 downloads in 48 hours with only 7 photos uploaded!  The pay isn’t good on each download, but if you upload a ton of photos and get a decent amount of downloads on each, that’s not bad fun money!  I had to jump on the bandwagon and upload some of my photos…we could probably make like $10 this week. 

We have some sad news, too–Fiona has cancer.  It’s creating a condition where she produces too much insulin, and it will unfortunately win in a few months.  We were able to get some medication to manage it in the mean time, though, and the medication is working great so far–we couldn’t believe that we were seeing our old hippity-hoppity Fiona of a few months ago!  She’s not in any pain, and will probably just slip into a coma eventually.  She’s very old for a US pet store ferret, so we’re just going to enjoy her last days and be thankful that of all the illnesses she could have gotten (and US ferrets always do) this one isn’t painful.

Yesterday I wasn’t feeling well.  I did everything I could to tell Mommy I wanted to hang low, but she just didn’t get it.

I told her I wanted to watch the Wiggles all day, but she called me a tv addict and turned it off.

I told her I didn’t want my lunch because I was feeling sick to my stomach, but she thought I was being cranky and packed up my lunch for later.

I told her I was feeling too sick to have my hair cut, but she thought I was scared of the scissors and told me to not be silly.

I told her I was all done with outtings, but she said she had a special surprise for me and dragged me to a playdate at My Gym, a tumble tots type place for toddlers.  She said I would love it.  And normally I would have.

I told her that even though the place looked very nice, I wanted to go home right away.  I signed all done, walked to the door, and said “zoom, zoom” so she would know to put me in the car and take me home.  She said not to be silly.

I played for a bit, but then I felt sick, so I cried and asked to go home.  Mommy held me and said it’s okay to be overwhelmed by new places.  She really didn’t get.

I played for a little bit more, but then I felt sick again, so I asked her again to go home.  She said that I would be sad to miss out on this play time, and showed me the balls.

I kept trying to tell her, but she kept telling me to play, so I played until I felt sick, would cry and hug her, and then I’d play again.

Then it got really bad.  I felt really really sick, and begged to go home, so Mommy picked me up and held me while she talked to the other mommies.

I tried to tell her, but she didn’t listen.

So when I threw up all over her, the carpet, and the play equipment, she really had no one to blame but herself.

I’ve seen Mommy look surprised, but never quite as surpised as she did that first time I threw up.  None of the other mommies even noticed and Mommy stood there stunned for a minute, holding me, covered in vomit.  She said “umm–I’m gonna need some paper towels” and then when all the other Mommies turned to look, I threw up again.  The other mommies called it projectile, which I think means it went everywhere.

I have seen Mommy look embarassed, but never quite as embarassed as she did while trying to explain to everyone that she had no idea that I was sick.  And this is true.  Even though I tried and tried to tell her, she’s a little bit dumb.  She didn’t know.  She didn’t know that she was going to be the crappy mother that takes a sick kid to a play date.  The reason all the other moms break out the Purell.  The name the other mommies curse as they stay up with their puking babies.

She stripped me down to my diaper and cleaned me up.  She tried to clean herself up, but she said she can’t walk around naked like I can, so she had to go home wearing vomit clothes and vomit in her hair.

She kept telling me she was sorry.  I was sorry, too.  I thought things would get better if we went home, but things didn’t get better.  I threw up in the car.  A lot.  It was coming out my nose.  It was on me, my car seat, and the car.  It was pretty “ka.”

We finally got home and Mommy and I took a shower.  Then we went downstairs and I threw up a lot more.  All night.  Mommy and Daddy took shifts.  Daddy bought Mommy Red Bull.  And I had a pretty good fever and just between you and me, the stinkiest farts in the whole world.  They almost made Daddy pass out.

I’m feeling much better today.  I can even keep down food and water!  It’s pretty awesome now, actually, because Mommy says I can watch all the Wiggles and Fraggle Rock DVDs I want today…which is a lot.

Mommy says next time she’ll listen to me better.  And that sounds good to me.  Because otherwise we’re going to get kicked out of all of our play groups.