K. has had a fever on and off since Christmas Eve. Ok, his fever broke on Dec. 26th but then on Friday, January 7th, it came back. He has a double ear infection and I don't know if that's been the case since the 24th but MAN, he has a high threshold for pain. I feel awful because, even though we've asked him repeatedly if his ears hurt (he touches them constantly and especially when tired), he would reply, "No!" but I guess you can't always take a 2 year old at his word. Not that he means to not tell the truth. He may just not understand what I mean, exactly.
It wasn't until we were out of the waiting room Monday afternoon and in the back room, waiting for our D.O. to join us, that I knew he definitely had ear pain. He took both of his hands, pinched his lobes at the top, gritted his teeth while he pulled his ears away from his head and made a crazy growling sound along with his silly face that he makes when he's exhausted. Because it was the weirdest thing AND it was only 5 p.m., I knew he was in pain. He seemed to want to say, "Stop this feeling in these EARS!" but couldn't articulate that. I gasped, "K! Your ears DO hurt, don't they?"
"No!" he replied, matter of factly.
2 minutes later, "Both ears are very red. He has an infection in each ear," said the doc. Aye de mi. Or, Aye yi yi, muchacho, as I've been saying ever since K. and I got caught in heavy traffic on our way to see our D.O. on 12/20. It made him laugh. For some reason, I cannot stop saying it even though ever since then, he seems to hate it. "Don't SAY that." Why not? It makes ME laugh. Deal with it, bro.
He's been a barnacle since Monday morning and has slept ON me in bed with us. Yes, ON MY FACE, in particular, because he likes the feel of his cheek on mine. I'm guilty of loving that, too, but more than 2 minutes is overkill. I haven't slept through the night since his birth 25 months ago, but since Friday, in particular, I've been abused. He sleeps sooo well when he's attached to some part of my body. This morning, I was pinned down by his head on my hand. He had it beneath his cheek. "Ahhh, Mommy. This is nice." He grabbed my hand, which was on his right side, and held it, sighed contentedly in his sleep, and kept me hostage for a very long time. I only got away when I realized it was past 9 and I hadn't yet called into work to say that I wasn't coming in b/c he still had a Fever...and that, of course, got him up. The soft hammock that supported him was suddenly taken away. He looked up at me, sort of wide-eyed, then softened his face to a, "Hi, Mommy," followed by, "I want to EAT!"
Here are some K-isms, which I'd like to call Kisms because it sounds like Kissems. It's cute and sweet and completely sappy and silly. Just like me. Heh.
KISMS, December, 2010
1.) His birthday was 12/9 and our neighbor got him a "Little People" farmhouse. One morning, before bringing him to the Nanny and catching my train, he asked if he could play with his new farmhouse toys. Anyone with children knows that they put 4,000 twist-ties on these toys that you must unravel and that's after ripping the box apart to even get to these twist-ties. I was short on time and am proud to say that I was not short on patience...but I started on the left side of the box, which stored the farmhouse, water pump and corn stalk. I told him I'd get the rest out of the box that evening.
"I really want to play with the horse, the cow and the farmer."
I know, Mamma, but we have to go to D.'s now. We can play with all of it later, but for now you can play with these. (Lame)
He picked up what was free. "But I REALLY want to play with the horse, the cow and the farmer."
He'd never used the word "Really" before so it tickled me pink while I dealt with having made the wrong choice on which toy to set free. Of course he'd want the animals and farmer to move about...not the stupid pump and stalk.
"I REALLY want to play with them. But I really want to." It was so sweet and he was being patient and ADULT rather than throwing a tantrum. What a sweety doll.
2.) His daddy took him to see our neighbor who gifted him the farmhouse so that he could thank her. They began to chat, briefly, while K. waited patiently. Then he interrupted to say, "I need to go play now." With that, he excused himself.
3.) On Wednesday morning, 12/15, I had told him that the milk didn't taste good so I didn't want to give him any. He was not happy about it but took it in stride. The next morning, he awakened in a good mood and we welcomed him to our bed to kiss and say good morning. Finally, he became thirsty and said, pleadingly, "I want juice. I want milk. Don't say no to me." It was said with yearning and we couldn't help giggling.
4.) On the night of 12/16, as we started to play with the aforementioned farmhouse and its components (animals, tractor, trailer, farmer, etc.), he really got into it and I felt like he had grown up a notch. "I have to get the tractor and get more food for the animals." Whoa! That's some deep thought...or is it? It impressed me although typing it does nothing for me.
Later that evening, as I opened the fridge to begin cooking, something fell to the floor and surprised me. He was right behind me, asking, "Mommy, you HURT?!" No, thank you for asking me, K. Mommy's just fine. I knelt down and hugged him for the look and sound of real concern coming from him. I expected him to say, "Just wanna make sure you're alright," before heading back to his toys.
That night, before brushing his teeth, he didn't know that we would be using his favorite "Orange/mango" flavor rather than the Jason's Sea Fresh which has a minty taste. He saw the minty tube and said, "I don't want toothpaste. I like the other one. I like the taste." So adult. Other times, he's said, amidst brushing, "I LIKE it. Not (s)PICY." Picy. I can just pinch his cheeks.
5.) When our Nanny calls out to K. repeatedly because he doesn't respond or when he's running like a wildcat and she picks him up to calm him down, he responds with, "Don't keep calling my NAME" or "Stop saying my name," and, "Don't PULL me," respectively. We've got a boy with opinions and some attitude on our hands. God help us.
6.) Around 12/20, I was putting K. into his crib and said, "Buona Notte." He usually is silent with sleepiness or responds with something in English. "Buona Notte," he repeated. I melted.
7.) Around 12/22, E. put K. to bed. He said, "I love you, K.," and K. replied, "I love you too, Daddy." Too! He knows it means, "Also" and used it for the first time. Awesome.
8.) The other night, I was joking with K. about the lyrics to "Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel," because I'd found one in my purse from when we did a FunkeyMonkeys show at a couple of Jewish centers in early December. Finally, I asked K. if he remembered who gave him the dreidel. We coached him, because it's E.'s Uncle whom K. doesn't often see. He guessed his name as we gave him the 1st syllable and said, "Uncle L. Uncle L! I LOVE him." We thought that was sweet, but then he looked behind me, where his Daddy stood and said, pointing to his dad and looking into E.'s eyes, "Like Dada. I love him."
K. can spell his name. Thanks to my sis-in-law smartly spelling parts of her son's body, "I'm gonna kiss your N-O-S-E!", we started to do the same so that K. now knows "Nose", "Toes" and "Foot." It's shaky and he often pauses, unsure, but the fun part is having created a song spelling his name so that he now always spells is correctly when people ask, "How do you spell K.?" He sometimes sings the song in response or just says it. It's a trip.
Happy 1/11/11. Love, Agua
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