These from the past week…..
1. In the car on the way home from church….the children each had water bottles (to drink, of course) and they were repeatedly “toasting” them (aka “banging them together with great force”) and saying, “He is Risen!” and “He is Risen, indeed!!”
2. Luke, referring to his newest favorite snack: “I WANT MY PI-WAH BOO-TEE!!”
Usually at the top of his lungs in the middle of the grocery store. And that, friends, is the moment when I pretend I don’t know him. Ok, I kid. But seriously. Not so loud, child!
And also, pictures from last week….
A granola bar that has been meticulously gutted and de-chocolate chipped by a 2.9167 year-old
And lastly, the eastern morning sky after a particularly loud thunderstorm the previous night
(Yes! I took that with my crummy little Olympus!)
I know you will all think that I have really flipped out, this posting twice within 36 hours and all. I’m crazy like that.
Mark and the kids and I went for a drive this morning and found a HUGEMONGUS field of beautiful Texas bluebonnets. We stopped the car to take the obligatory Texas picture (yes, Will, we ARE Texans!) when little, tiny, white, cold things kept hitting us in the face. Hard to believe, but it was snowing. So our classic Texas spring (!) pictures show us all bundled up in our coats and shivering. Here’s Mark, doing the “Nestea Plunge” of sorts:
And I see from the forecast that it *should* be 74 degrees Farenheit by Tuesday. Just another Texas spring!
Early this morning, I was awakened by a little voice urgently saying, “Momma! Throw up coming out!” I sprang from my toasty-warm bed like a flash into the little voice’s bedroom to hear that terror-inducing phrase repeated. “Throw! Up! Coming! Out!”
I got him out of bed and into the bathroom, expecting any minute to be dealing with a stinky and icky mess. We got to the toilet and he dutifully leaned over it (he’s had recent practice, you see). He started the coughing. He coughed and coughed, but produced nothing. Hmmm… After about 10 minutes of sitting there (and producing nothing except a dry throat), he gave up and went back to bed.
As soon as I got warm and cozy back in my bed, I heard the urgent voice again, “Momma! Throw up coming out!!” This time, I was slower in my response time. When I arrived at the bed of the voice, I again suggested a trip to the potty, where he again perfectly stood and coughed. Again, nothing happened except lots of wild, dramatic coughing.
The third time I heard the voice crying out, I did not even get up. Instead, I called down the hallway, “Go to the potty!” He again repeated his plea, “Throw up! Coming out!” “Then you should get to the potty!”, I replied, still snuggly and warm in my bed.
My lessons from all this? First, this particular child has dramatic talent, the likes of which we have not seen before. He won’t need acting classes. Ever. Second, The Boy Who Cried “Throw Up” has the wherewithal to be much more independent than I would have thought yesterday. And third, (and this is from VERY recent experience) for crying out loud, never underestimate the power of a well-placed bowl in a nighttime situation!!
By the way, not to brag (I would never do that, you know), but potty training is drawing to a quick and well-deserved close. Now, I am fully aware of the potential for accidents (See nearly-7-year-old’s record). But this boy knows how to hold it EVEN DURING THE NIGHT (as you might guess, he hollers out “Momma! Daddy! I need to go pee pee!”, usually around 430am, but he has had proven success every time). And the dirtier messes (if you follow me and are not too grossed out by my description) are just not happening very often, if at all anymore. He is taking care of all business mostly on his own. As a result, I’m calling him “Officially and Successfully Potty-trained”. And that, my friends, is a beautiful thing.
We celebrate with this:
Apparently, nothing is as rewarding as having Mater on your tookus.