Saturday, October 22, 2011

October 22, 2011 ~ Hot Dog!

We started this morning's play with Tangled on in the background. It's amazing how he lights up when the Disney castle is on screen and then when baby Rapunzel appears. I'm not trying to necessarily encourage tv viewing, but I feel sometimes the background noise should be something for him and not the news or Mythbusters or something else that Mommy and Daddy watch. He is definitely intrigued by Rapunzel and giggles and claps whenever she sings. I told Daddy, "Just you wait. He's going to grow up and marry a girl that looks just like Rapunzel".

For lunch I decided to make him a hot dog. I'm lazy, so I cooked our hot dogs in the microwave. When I went to pull them out I picked one up and said, "Ouch! It's hot!" This was more for effect for him to learn about the microwave than me actually hurting myself. But he ran over and grabbed the oven mitt and brought it to me. Last night Daddy showed Billy that the oven mitt helps him pick up very hot food. This is the first time I have seen him positively react to something I said other than a direct command. It's pretty exciting.


This is also the first hot dog he has eaten in it's original form. He's had cut up dogs before, but never on the bun with cheese and ketchup. It was an experience. I held it up to him and he took a timid bite off of the bread. Next he carefully examined the whole thing first with his finger and next with his tongue. Once he decided that it looked okay to eat he began chowing down. Finally, I was able to get him to hold it and eat by himself. He's so proud of himself!

For an afternoon activity we went with Grandma to Valley View Farms to look at pumpkins. It was a lot to take in. He got to see half ton pumpkins, little pumpkins, gourds, corn and all kinds of fall decorations. We even did a hay maze. They also had a haunted tunnel with moving zombies and ghosts and lots of creepy lights. He thinks this stuff is a ton of fun. That's my boy!


(btw parents- totally free)

I noticed through the window some twinkling lights and suspected that while it was Halloween outside, Christmas might have arrived inside. Valley View is where I always go for Christmas decorations. It's an annual tradition to go there to see all of the lights and decorated trees. Well, Christmas is here. (Normally, I hate seeing Christmas stuff out before Thanksgiving, but since the growing season is over and their next big business is Christmas, I don't mind). Billy got to see all of the twirling trees, twinkling lights, shiny ornaments and winter village displays. I asked the clerk and she turned on the antique music box for him to see the thin gold record spin around and hear Edelveiss (sp?) playing. He very intensely studied everything going on- taking it all in. It's a lot to process two holidays in one afternoon.

So we're sitting there eating dinner and all of a sudden this scary looking spider crawls up the high chair and walks right up next to Billy's ear. OMG! I hate spiders. No really- I REALLY hate spiders. I grabbed Billy out of the chair quick as could be, getting tikki masala all over both of us. Then I grabbed a shoe and killed the bastard. Maybe I overreacted a little, but even if it's just a spider, I don't want it on Billy's head or in his ear. That really freaked me out.

Before bed we read a book about farm animals. When it was done, he handed it to me. "Again, Mommy." So I read it again. And he handed it to me again. I read it out loud three times and then we flipped through the pages for another 15 minutes just because it's a cool book. He wanted me to read it out loud again, but I figured three times was plenty.

Then, all of a sudden I became violently ill. I had to throw him in the crib and run to the bathroom. A little later I fixed him a bottle and brought it to him to have before going to sleep. Then I had to rush out again. I passed out on the couch ill with him crying through the monitor. When I woke up later, he was sound asleep.

I hate that he had to cry himself to sleep. Maybe he wasn't tired yet. Maybe he was worried about me. Maybe it was normal bedtime fuss. I don't know. I normally don't let him cry for more than a few minutes. It's upsetting to me, since I was here alone, to have to do that to him. I think I have to give him ice cream tomorrow or something to make up for it.

And of course, my first thought was whether he also has my stomach ailment. Is it something we both ate- the hot dogs? Is it a stomach bug from daycare? He's been fussy the past couple of days, maybe it was his belly and not a tooth. I wish he could tell me if he is feeling sick, but that's a hard concept to grasp. Fingers crossed that it's not the food and that if he has a bug, that it's over. Onwards and upwards!

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