Monday, January 31, 2011

Double Dippin'

 
Double Dippin', originally uploaded by cheryl.

That's right. Two teeth in as many days. The kid must have a direct line to the tooth fairy.

Of course, he's kind of forgetful. He didn't put his tooth under his pillow last night, so he missed out. Maybe the tooth fairy does next day service.

Spring, Anyone?

The snow was pretty. For a while. But now we’re over it. Really, really over it.

We’re all ready to move on to spring. We’d actually like a chance to enjoy summer, but with all of these snow days being tacked on to the end of the school year, we may never make it.

Connor, in particular, is ready for spring. He’s been asking about it since early November. You know, when fall baseball ended, and we told him it wouldn’t start again. Until spring.

This weekend was a good one. It was actually warm enough to melt all but the biggest snow drifts from the yard. The world is no longer white and grey (from the salty mess). My truck, not so much. But I digress …

Friday was even better, at least for some of us. The boys and Daddy are finally recovering from their bout with the stomach virus last week. The boys probably could have gone to school on Friday and been fine, but I didn’t want to risk contaminating the rest of their class. It would, after all, just come back to our house again. I also felt pretty terrible Friday, so we took another day off.

But by Friday afternoon, the boys were starting to be more active. Daddy even took Connor to sign-up for spring baseball. He was so excited, he actually thought he was going to get to go play, not just fill out the paperwork.

It actually won’t start for a little while – early March, I think – but he was quite excited. The twins, if they understood, would not share that enthusiasm. At all. They will not enjoy more afternoons at the ball park.

This year will be a little different. The neighborhood park right down the street from our house is small – only two baseball fields. The league tried to get permits to add additional fields, but there isn’t enough parking as it is, and the neighborhood fought the change. So the league took a divide and conquer approach. The older divisions will stay at the smaller park just down the street, but the two youngest divisions will move to another park just a few miles away.

That would, of course, be Connor’s division. So, not as convenient as last summer, but still close. And hopefully the novelty will help the twins adjust to another season at the ball field.

Soon we will be dusting off old uniforms and cleats (even assuming they still fit), moving the baseball tee out of the garage and into the back yard, and packing our bags to head to the baseball field several days a week.

Sigh.

Well, at least Connor is excited. That’s what counts, right?

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Oh, Tooth Fairy ...


Broken Smile, originally uploaded by cheryl.

The good news is Connor finally lost his first tooth - one of the bottom center ones. The bad news is that we're not sure exactly where it is at the moment. Lost in his bed. Perhaps in the washing machine. Maybe in the couch. His stomach. It could have even been flushed down the toilet, to tell you the truth (see post below, and you will understand this one).

Where that tooth is right now, we really have no idea.

The two bottom center teeth have been loose for a while, one more so than the other. The loose one was the first to go. The other one will not be far behind. Hopefully we'll have better luck actually keeping track of that second one. Because the first one is long gone.

Not to worry, we've made a note for the tooth fairy. He still expects some kind of awesome present. Not sure what the going rate is these days, but we'll figure something out. It is his first lost tooth, after all.

Big boy, growing up on us.

Quarantine

Let's just say that you probably want to avoid our house for the next few days.

It started Tuesday night. Xander got sick in the middle of the night. All over his bed. All over him. And all over his pillows. But, thankfully, not all over the floor. We got him up, got the pajamas, the pillows and the dirty sheets into the tub for the first rinse. Xander got a scrub with a warm washcloth - mostly his hair, because it took the worst of it, especially when we pulled his shirt off over his head. This would be the first of three different times this night.

On Wednesday afternoon, Sawyer was looking tired early in the afternoon - always a bad sign. He's never tired. Ever. He fell asleep on the couch around 6 o'clock. We carried him to bed and he slept for a few hours. Until he woke up to get sick. All over thebed. All over him. All over the floor. We got him up, got the pajamas, the pillows and the dirty sheets into the tub for the first rinse. Sawyer got a scrub with a warm washcloth - which he did not appreciate, let me tell you. This would be the first of four different times this night - for him.

Just after Sawyer's first bout of sickness, Connor decided to join the fun. It was all over the bed. All over him. All over his pillows. And all over the floor (on the way to the bathroom). We got him up. His dirty pajamas and pillows and dirty sheets joined Sawyer's in the tub for the first rinse. Connor got a scrub with a warm washcloth, and then he got put back into bed with a trashcan near his head. This would be the first of four different times this night - for him.

Our washing machine has pulled round-the-clock duty the last few days. Sheets, mattress pads, comforters, blankets, backup sheets, backup mattress pads, backup blankets. Not to mention dirty pajamas, dirty washclothes, dirty clothes. I stayed up until 2 last night just getting the basic bedding clean again for the next round.

And this morning Daddy decided to join the fun. I honestly have no idea what time it started, I crashed after I finally got the other two settled into a somewhat restless (but at least no longer actively getting sick) sleep. They were laying on makshift covers and under random blankets scavenged from every corner of the house, but they were on and underneath soft cover (even if they didn't have any pillows - they were still draining in the tub).

The snow wasn't enought to call school off today, but the boys and I called it a day anyway. I e-mailed all of their teachers to let them know they wouldn't be in school today and why. Daddy gets the trooper award - he had to go to fire school whether he felt like it or not. There are no sick days in the fire academy, so he had to tough it out.

Everyone appears to be on the mend. We're still living mostly on toast and juice at this point, but there was some limited movement off the couch and some actual playing. Everyone had a warm, bubble bath and got tucked into bed a little early. We will see what tomorrow brings as far as school or another day of recovery.

Here's hoping that we're on the downhill slide ... and that Mommy has managed to evade it (I have had a sinus cold all week long, so surely that will suffice the sickness gods that every member of the family has suffered this week).

And, like I said, you might want to avoid the house for a few days. I started cleaning and sanitizing today, but you just never know. Better safe than sorry, right?

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Five.


Cake Time!, originally uploaded by cheryl.

It does not seem possible. Sawyer and Xander turn five today. Where does the time go? Not only are the boys now five years old, but it has been that long since I worked a full-time job (well, one that you get paid for)! It does not seem that long ago.

I don’t remember much at all from those early months. It’s a very hazy blur of feeding babies, changing babies, attempting to sleep, attempting to eat, and attempting to shower. There also was a lot of television. The Incredibles, one of our few Pixar movies at the time, was Connor’s companion those first few months. He was also fond of climbing in the toy box playing with his toys, while brothers took their turns sleeping in pack-in-plays or on the couch, eating, and being changed.

There were stroller rides – three boys squeezed into a double stroller at first. Connor up front, the twins in the back seat (the one that would lay all the way down). That didn’t last long, as both twins were full-term weights even arriving early. Eventually, the very expensive triple stroller arrived, and freedom came with it. We took long stroller walks in the neighborhood, ventured out to grocery stores and running errands, finding our new normal.

At some point, though I don’t remember when, colic came to visit. It took a while to figure it out, because we got lucky with Connor. We eventually realized that if you put the twins in their swings, in the empty living room on the first floor of our then-house, they would be content. For hours. Completely wide awake. Happy, just swinging in a big, empty, quiet room.

Crawling, walking, babbling. All of it followed the normal pattern. Xander was mobile first. Sawyer had a cute little army crawl that he used until one day he just decided to pull up and take steps. The gated house emerged. There were locks and gates on anything and everything.

Picky, picky eaters. We probably didn’t help by letting them push vegetables away and letting them just eat the fruits. They would condescend to eat sweet potatoes and corn, of all things. But nothing else that wasn’t sweet. At the time, it seemed more important that they eat something, anything, rather than push it all away.

Language was slow, but we weren’t alarmed. Connor was a late talker, too. Boys are late, twins are late, or so we were told. Mama. Dada. Ball. Hi. Bye. Simple words and interactions were there.

Until they weren’t.

And other signs started to fall into place.

That’s when life changed course.

Evaluations. Therapy. Diagnoses. Preschool.

And now here we are.

Five years later. The boys are finishing their third year of Early Start. They will move on to kindergarten next year. I’m still not thinking about that, not yet.

Xander has found his words, though they may not be typical. They are rigid, often scripted from favorite shows or movies. But they are still there, and they are functional. He is actually quite chatty these days. Sometimes the context is off, or the transition is abrupt, to say the least. It’s actually funny, how much more like his older brother he seems than his identical twin. But so it is. Chatty. Dramatic. Feisty.

Sawyer is his opposite. When it comes to language, he only uses one word consistently – “Bye!” It is his universal way to say “All Done!” with whatever he doesn’t want to do anymore. Other words are sneaking in there, but they are not consistent just yet. And Sawyer knows basic signs - both boys do - but he is stubborn and does not use them often. He has to want something very badly, and then you might see a sign for “more” or “please” out of him. He also does the sign for “all done,” though it is usually a very agitated one. He is much more laid-back than either of his brothers. He can take or leave most things. But when he really wants something, watch out. He is persistent. He will stalk you (or the pantry) until he gets what he wants.

The twins are not typical five-year olds. They do not know their birthday is today. They do not care if they have a cake or presents, though they will certainly eat their cake and may – if the notion strikes them – help open presents. They might even play with some of their new presents. But they might also just play with the ribbons and boxes. And if there happen to be ballons (which I'm pretty sure there will), those will trump everything else. Especially for Xander.

Today is not important to them. Not the way a birthday would be to Connor, or to most other kids. It is just another day.

We will take them out to eat with close family. Still picky eaters, there will be no fancy restaurants for them. We will go to one of their fast food favorites where they will mostly eat French fries and drink soda. Sawyer will also eat as much chicken as he can get his hands on (he will absolutely reach over to your plate and steal it, so consider yourself warned should you sit next to him).

Next we will take them to Monkey Joe’s – a place filled with inflatable bounce houses and slides. They will spend hours in sensory heaven.

And then we will make our way home for the ice cream cake and presents.

They will enjoy their day.

French fries are always good. Mountain Dew, for Sawyer, even better.

Both boys will love bouncing at Monkey Joe’s, though they will not particularly like the crowd or the noise. But they have come a long way, and things that once would have caused a major meltdown – like other people and loud noises – are now only mildly irritating. They will still bounce and play. They will, in fact, probably be upset to leave. Because they will not understand we are going home to cake and presents. And, truth be told, even if they did understand, they would likely still be upset. Bouncing would trump just about anything for them.

But once they are home and the cake is presented, they will be fine again. They will eat – maybe not all of the cake - but at least the parts of it that they do like. There will be presents, which they may or may not be interested in. There will be balloons, which they will carry around with them the rest of the night. Xander will collect any strays he can find and add them to "HIS" collection.

And there will be family, which will signal that today is a little different, but will not affect them. They will still do the things they normally do, almost as if no one else were around.

Unless they want something. Other people are often more obliging than Mommy and Daddy. They will take their hands, lead them places, make their cute little verbal and non-verbal requests.

And they will mostly be successful.

After all, it is their big day.

Today we will celebrate them and how far they’ve come. Five years. Their journey is not the typical one, to be sure. But their progress is so much more amazing for all the effort they have to put into it. Every single minute, of every single day.

At five, they've come a long, long way.