Mouth Pee

I got up early to make breakfast and lunch for David. Qtimothy was sleeping soundly during this time. He usually wakes up, but today he slept to 8:00.  

I opened the curtains to enjoy the sunrise.   I hear a sweet voice crying Shawna, Shawna. The call of concern, fear, and immeidiacy all wrapped into one. Shawnaaaaaaa!

I walk over to the base of the stairs and here is my sweet child with tears in his eyes.  "Sweetie what's wrong?"

"There is pee on my bed!" In a most unhappy voice.

"I said you wet the bed?"  In a surprised voice as bed wetting is not an issue. He has wet the bed 5 times total in his life.

"Not that kind of pee- mouth pee!" He replied in a disgusted tone

I gently said "that is not pee it is drool."

Calmed down and replaced the pillow case, life is good.

Oh No your bed took my Pajamas

       I woke up early this morning, took a shower, and enjoyed some time alone.  Soon there was a sweet voice, "mom", "mom".  Timothy crawls in bed with us most every night.  It is a wonderful feeling to have the entire family snuggle together in the morning. (dog included).  Since I left everyone asleep it threw off the snuggles.  I was sitting on the couch, Timothy came down the stairs and said, mom, mom, I have to be naked (which means he was wearing socks and underwear) for a few minutes my cozy pajamas are stuck on your bed.  He was very serious and not enjoying the situation much.  I headed upstairs. His cozy pajamas (which are fuzzy footed pajamas) were in the bed next to David and stuck under Andy (the dog).  Apparently he tried to move and one of his feet moved out of the footed area of the pajamas and he ended up with 2 feet in the same leg of the PJs. Andy was laying on the loose part of his pajamas with his head.  Timothy fixed the problem by taking off his PJs.  He tries to keep on his cozy pajamas as long as possible.  He believes that he should wear footed pajamas all the time.    I took the opportunity to get him dressed for the day.  At this time Andy gets off the bed and follows us downstairs.  Timothy turned and looked at Andy.  He began to lecture/ complain to him that he held on the his cozy pajamas too tight and now he has on pant.  "do you want pants?"  Andy just looks at him.  Timothy raised his voice a tad and says to Andy in the firm voice "fiends don't make other friends naked and take their cozy pajamas".

Timothy came up to me and informed me that Andy needs a time out for not being a good friend.  Then he proceeded to tell me the entire story about how his pajamas got stuck.  Disgusted he went to the couch sat down and said "I need a minute"

The awesomeness of magnets

Timothy is learning about magnets.

 I gave him some magnets and had him put them around the house to see what they stuck too.  He got them all placed, but one.  He began to cry!  Such a fun activity should not bring tears. I asked him "what is wrong?"  He responded by saying: "I tried to stick it to Andy (his beloved dog) and it won't stick.  Andy is awesome, the magnets are broken. They only stick to awesome things!"  I reviewed that magnets stick to metal objects, but not all metal.  Andy is not metal.  He yells-"Andy is awesome". He wraps his body around Andy in an embrace hug of protection.  He says "I don't want the magnets as they are not nice to Andy."  I hugged him and said "we will try again later."  I get not farther than the stairs and he says it works it works! Andy is awesome too!  The magnetic is hanging off his collar. There is an adjustment bracket and it was sticking to it.  

Lesson totally lost today!   So today magnets are for awesome things!

Found them on:

Door knob

Refrigerator

Window sill

His white erase board

A toy jeep

A Thomas the train (end magnet)

The dog.

His tricycle (which he plays on in the basement for winter)

The handle where the remotes are kept

Another magnet.

My nose is crooked

We are still struggling with nebulizer treatments and a rough cough.

Early this morning, it was early- even the sun was still sleeping, Timothy came to my room and said mom wake up.  He says he has a cough and needs to snuggle.  Snuggle for him means hold me tight and cover me with a comfortable blanket.  We went downstairs to avoid waking the family. I turned on a small lamp and held Timothy and rocked him.  At this point I looked at the clock 3:25.  So I am holding him and rocking him. I close my eyes.  I am quickly woken by little fingers (2 of them) in my nose.  Mom, mom, wake up your nose is crooked. I am awake from this uncomfortable encounter. I told him, no it is fine - go to sleep.  We continue rocking and he sits up quickly and says crooked noses are not good.  At this point there will be no more rest until we look at the nose.  We go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I show him the nostrils are are not the same but the nose is not crooked.  He says mom, look at your eyes they are red -are you cross?  I told him they are red because they need sleep. He says in his very serious voice. Why aren't you sleeping then. We head back to the rocker and snuggle.  After we are settle in he says are you sleeping. My response- not yet.  

Nebulizer woes!

The child is back using a nebulizer, except this time he is older, stronger, super long, and NOT INTO IT AT ALL.

We are suppose to do this several times day.  It starts with no I don't like it and continues with why don't you love me.

This morning was extra special...

I cleaned the mask and area that holds the meds. Dried it and was ready to begin.  He walked into the room and said I am not doing the mask dad can do it for me.  He was matter of fact.   So I have everything hooked up and he comes towards me and informs me that he no longer needs to to this and to be a good mom I need to put it away.  So after a time out he comes back to me and says if you put that scary mask on me dad will spank you for being a bad mom.  After another time out he says I am not going to talk to you.  He sat on the floor and was uncooperative.  So after several time outs and wrestling with the kid to get the nebulizer on his face we complete th procedure.  I give him a hug and tell him again why it is important (he does know as we talk about it often) he says I don't need to breath well.  So it has been an hour of tears, fighting and arguing.  I walk away as we are finally done.  The next thing I know is he threw the mask in the trash and said - "look mom look!  It is in the trash can, oh no! We don't take stuff out of the trash can- It is dirty and icky."  I pull it out and put it in the sink. I opened a new mask out of the closet and he cries and cries....saying "hold me mom."  I pick him up and tell him that we don't throw away out mask. With tears in his eyes he says I would have thrown you away but you are too big for me so I threw the mask away.

Christmas time begins

The little guy is 3 and this Christmas is going to be so much fun.  He is not really enjoying Santa Clause, but he is enjoying everything else.

Here is the beginning of Christmas stories:

* Our small town has a town wide celebration to celebrate everyone together.  Santa was there, hay rides, horse and carriage (Clydesdales).  All the kids were given the opportunity to ride the carriage with the Clydesdale, however, my little guy says those horses are bigger than the trees and just wanted to watch them closely.  He eyeballed the horses and wanted to see the kids that got on made it off.  The suspiciousness of the horses was quite distinct and he was concerned about the gigantic horses eating them.  What do gigantic horses eat?  He later informed us that gigantic horses need bigger dishes to eat their food.  Then he proceeded to ask the gentleman that was holding the reins if horses poo bigger than dogs. The horse was a lot bigger than his dog and he would not want that poo in his yard. 


* The first time he saw Santa was at a gathering with other homeschoolers.  Santa was handing out candy canes.  He really wanted a candy cane. He gently walked up to him and said may I please have a candy.  Santa asked him if he wanted to sit on his lap.  He immediately said no thank you.  Santa asked him if he was afraid.  No I'm not afraid I just want the candy.  Santa went to pick him up on his lap.  He quickly went behind me and said mom, no! Santa needs a bath. He smells.  Santa stood back up quickly and groaned.  I quickly said excuse me and went to walk away.  Timothy says to me in his serious (loud) voice.  "He needs extra soap mom.  Lots of extra soap."  He has not been interested in any Santa since.


*The little guy was offered a hotdog at an event we attended.  He quickly said "no thank you.  Do you know what is in a hot dog? I can tell you there are bug parts"  The man offering started to laugh.  Timothy quickly said" this is not a laughing manner.  Bug parts are not for eating."  The man turns to me and said I thought he was going to refer to scraps they use.  I have never heard of bug parts.

* Christmas lights are adorning the houses in the community.  As it gets darker earlier it takes longer to do anything as if we pass a lighted house he insists that we slow down because we need to appreciate the lights.  To run to the store we drive down the alley to avoid any happenings (as he refers to it).  When we pull up to our home I hear why don't we have anything happening at our home.  We don't have lights outside, but the inside it over the top decorated.  Everywhere we go it is ..... there is nothing happening at our home.

Welcome to my new blog!

I have decided to share the joys that my wonderful child does and says.