Today is Elijah's 3rd Birthday! I keep asking him if he knows what today is, just to hear him say it's his birthday, cause I'm not sure he knows what that means. But at least he'll tell me that it is his birthday. He got a card from Grandma, and that made him happy. He didn't care about the money (he doesn't know what it is), but he loved the note she wrote and has been carrying it around with him. Cute. He's also been singing happy birthday to himself, but also to me and to Rob, so again, not sure he gets it. :) Elijah's Injury and Other Elijah Things
Update on Elijah's head. It's fine. Stitches are gone.
He pulled the bottom one out himself on Saturday, and we took the other two out on Monday. They say stitches on the face are supposed to only stay in 3 - 5 days to minimize scarring. Now he just has a nice scab there. The scab is starting to come off and soon we'll be putting sunscreen and bandaids on it so that it won't scar too horribly in the summer sun. They gave him antibiotics to take as a precautionary measure so that he wouldn't get an infection. And he's now done with those, too. So the only thing still lingering from this experience is the fact that I almost fell apart when I saw his wound, and that's still bugging me. I'll have to work on being calm under pressure in the future.
Sticking with Elijah, since it's his birthday. Elijah is doing pretty good potty training. We still have to stay on top of him going every 2 hours, but he's not fighting us on it, and that's nice. He still thinks it's more fun to hide and have accidents every now and then, which we don't think is fun at all. But we're realizing it's at the same time most days, so we'll have to preempt them in the future.
And Elijah is still the sweetest kid ever. We adore him. ... Some stories. He listens when I tell him no (something Miciah never really did), and when he doesn't like that I told him no, he'll do one of a couple things. He might just walk away upset and forget about it a second later (which is what he usually does). Or he'll Care Bear stare me or cast a spell on me or something like that. Or, my new personal favorite: he'll say, "Sorry, Mom" as he's doing it anyway. He'll say it in that tone of voice that says, "Sorry, Mom, but you lost. I'm doing it anyway and you'll just have to be okay with that." I think it's pretty funny, but I keep a straight face and get "upset" with him.
D at Our House
Having D here has been a pleasure. She's a doll and she keeps Miciah entertained and out of trouble. Miciah goes to preschool in the morning 4 days a week, so D's bored in the mornings, but once Miciah comes home they don't stop. D has started talking to me when Miciah's not around, which has only taken a week to come about.
D and Miciah are hams together, and it's fun to watch. I brought out the camera the other day and took pictures of the two of them doing their "cute" faces. I told them to look cute, and they both did these posing faces, D with her hands on her chin, Miciah with her head cocked to the side. Funny. They also spent about half an hour yesterday "introducing" themselves to the backyard. Miciah would shout out something like, "And now here comes the swimsuit rockstar girls!" and they'd walk down the deck stairs, and then dance and strutt and "spose" as D said (translate to pose). Then they'd walk back and do it all over again. It was funny, and man, D has some poses!
D fell yesterday and skinned her knees. One of them she skinned pretty bad, but she was pretty brave as I cleaned it out (I only used water cause it wasn't too dirty). It reminded me of old times when I would skin my own knees.
The differences between Miciah and D are pretty huge.
Today, actually, D decided she wanted chocolate milk. She started talking to Miciah about what they wanted to drink. Miciah decided she wanted water and then promptly decided she wanted to play downstairs. D followed Miciah saying, "Shouldn't we ask for something to drink?" They never did ask me, and I have a rule that I don't get something unless specifically asked for it. So D came to me about an hour later and said, "Tamra, did you forget to get me chocolate milk and Miciah water?" I told her I didn't forget, but that they didn't ask. She said, "Oh." and started walking away. I followed it with, "D, you can ask me and I'll get it for you." She responded with, "I'm going to go tell Miciah that we forgot to ask." 30 seconds later Miciah was forcefully requesting chocolate milk and water. It was interesting.
And, my favorite D story so far. D and Miciah decided they wanted hot chocolate. I got it for them and they were drinking it at the table as asked when D accidentally spilled her drink on her clothes, the table, and the floor. I reacted in a way I typically react to Miciah. I gave the "I am annoyed that I have to clean that up" look and said, "If we can't be careful, we can't have hot chocolate any more." And sweet D started crying! I was appaled. I felt like the lowest, crappiest person ever to walk the earth. I then reacted to her how she needed in the first place. I hugged her, told her it was okay, that I knew she didn't mean to do it. ... What a scum I am. It's just that Miciah would have looked at me and said, disgustedly, "I didn't MEAN to do it, Mom. Gosh!"
Teancom
Teancom is doing great. I still haven't called about the test results, but I have to call and make his 9-month appointment anyway. Teancom has his first tooth. And he's rolling a ton and eating anything in his reach, including paper, the vaccuum cord, Cheerios, and pickles. He's still happy, happy. And apparently he looks like a girl. When I take him out in public to places where people don't know him, everyone calls him a girl. Which is interesting to me because they don't even ask if he is a girl, they just assume he is one. So he must look like a girl to them, and they must be pretty certain. If I take him out in white, yellow, or green, he's a girl. Yesterday it was the cashier and he was wearing a dinosaur green shirt and STILL got called a "pretty girl." :) I keep looking for it, but he still looks like a boy to me. Maybe it's the cute eyelashes and pretty eyes. ... Though I have decided it's better for a boy to look like a girl than the other way around. We'll take a "pretty" boy.
And that's life here. Tonight we're having R & C over for cake and ice cream, as well as Elijah's buddy A. It'll be fun to celebrate Elijah.
Take care everyone!
Tamra and family
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