Tuesday, December 16, 2008

E is for Engineer



 
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E built these towers completely by himself a couple of weeks ago. Note the proud hand clasping in the first one. I wasn't there for that one but the Mav said E just stood back and beamed. I took the second picture. This was actually not even the highest tower he built that day, I just couldn't get the camera out in time.

We have no desire to pigeonhole the little boy, either in terms of interests or abilities. But perhaps our little apple is sticking close to his trees after all.

Once bitten, twice shy


Before E fell ill last week there were exactly two foods he could be counted to always eat; bananas and gerber puffs. He had of late been rather obsessed with bananas. He would do the sign for banana while saying "ba-ba" (this is E-speak for banana). We had to move where we kept the bananas because he could see them from his highchair and would INSIST upon having one no matter what else he had on his tray. As for the gerber puffs, he had his teachers at school buying them just for him. He'd pick them out of any snack mixture, leaving the other items behind.

No longer.

The higher the esteem the further the fall. I believe he is taking it personally that these foods did not want to stay in his tummy last week.

On the upside; we pulled all dairy from his diet last week so it never had a chance to do him wrong. He still loves his yogurt.

This morning the Mav asked E if he wanted a waffle. "No" said the little boy. "Do you want a banana", I asked. "No". "Yogurt?". No reply (he does not nod or say yes yet). "E, if you'd like some yogurt go show Daddy where it is".

He reached up his hand, grabbed the Mav's finger and led him to the fridge.

He also needs to try whatever it is his Daddy has. After a 4 month hiatus from eating eggs, E sampled his Dad's breakfast sandwich this morning and then went on to eat 2 whole eggs by himself. After a whole cup of yogurt.

I wonder how long it will take for him to forgive the poor innocent bananas.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Half empty

Little E is wearing a soft little romper that has a bottle of milk painted on the front along with the phrase "half full". I guess this is supposed to imply some kind of optimism.

He's in this soft, cuddly, pajama-like outfit because he is still rather sick.

My optimism over his appetite for soup was misplaced.

The virus reared its ugly head again in the middle of last night. And again at breakfast.

He won't drink the pedialite the doctor's office recommends, neither in grape nor apple flavor. He won't touch most food, not even bananas.

The Mav and I were looking forward to a date tonight. E's school is holding a parents' night out event and we were going downtown for dinner.

Instead, we'll be home force-feeding him dropperfuls of flavored sugar water, trying to keep him from needing emergency hydration.


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

I'm thanking my lucky stars

(well, Campbell's Chicken and Stars) that E has finally kept some food down for longer than 4 hours, for the first time in 4 days.

E has been sick with a nasty stomach bug since Sunday.

He passed it on to the Mav who's been bed-ridden since yesterday morning.

Oh, the laundry.

Oh, the floor cleaning.

I have spent the better part (and I do mean the better part; the worse parts are not things I wish to remember) sitting in my yellow rocking chair with my small boy snuggled up tight watching TV. He's seen more TV and movies in the past 4 days than in his entire life to date.

I think things are finally looking up for the boys. Hopefully tomorrow they will start to recover their energy and their appetites.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Remember when I said it was cold out?

Well, now it's really cold out!



We took E to the park around the corner to watch the Christmas parade. It was a balmy 24 degrees and windy but this in no way affected E's enjoyment of the parade. He watched with rapt attention, waved enthusiastically and fussed when we took him home.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

If you were wondering ...

what age a child starts to throw anything and everything and especially food, it is just shy of 16 months. At least that was the case here.

Sorry it has been so quiet here lately. Things are and have been very, very busy with holiday plans, holiday travel, work, work, and work. (ok school, but it's kind of like work, except you don't get payed as much).

I promise to get back to writing regularly very soon. The kid is doing all kinds of cute or frustrating things these days.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Pictures


As the boy grows so must the toy bin


Party in E's crib.
(No, he doesn't sleep with all this company. His friends came to visit when we were trying to wake the boy up after a 3 hour nap)


"No Daddy, please don't make me get near that man in red!"
I guess we won't be getting a Santa picture this year.

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