“Mama, I know that girls are cleaner than boys.”
“Yeah. Daddo told me that.”
“Mama, I know that girls are cleaner than boys.”
“I think we need a new TV.”
“This one has too many commercials.”
Koren woke up shortly after midnight with a strong fever. He was hot from head to toe and unable to sleep. I gave him water and ibuprofen and laid in bed with him until he was able to drift back to sleep (at about 4am).
As we were laying in his bed, he would ruminate on the day’s activities and occasionally share bits and pieces of his thought process. And always in the most pitiful sick baby voice ever.
“Mama, today was a really big day.”
“Mama, Ethan’s house is a great place.”
“Mama, I had so much fun playing with Ethan and Brooklyn tonight. I want to see them again.”
“Mama, I love you so much.”
“I love you too sweetheart. I’m sorry you’re sick.”
“I’m sorry you’re sad that I’m sick.”
He would drift in and out between thinking and dreaming, so sometimes I would get bits and pieces of his dreams.
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
“What you just asked me.”
“But I didn’t say anything.”
“Who said my name?”
“Nobody said anything, hon.”
“I heard someone say Koren, Koren.”
“You must have been dreaming, babe.”
Even after some sleep, his condition had not improved by morning. He did not object to a mid-morning nap in Mama & Daddo’s bed.
And he woke up from said nap with some pretty awesome bed head.
But still didn’t feel better. So off we went to Acute Kids. The doctor took one look at his throat and announced that we had a case of strep on our hands. The rapid strep test came back negative, but she was still convinced and recommended that we go ahead and administer the antibiotics even though the actual culture results won’t be in for 2 days. Apparently it’s not uncommon to get a false negative within the first 24 hours.
Koren can do “pitiful” with the best of them, yes? So we’re home now and Jens is picking up dinner. Koren has said he’s hungry, which is a first today. He wouldn’t even eat his Saturday Morning Donuts.
It’s been a lazy afternoon with a high priority set on napping. After spending a good portion of the night in a bed smaller than I am, I was more than happy to catch up on some sleep … and my #1 Napping Buddy didn’t object either:
I realize I haven’t really introduced Rocco on here yet, even though we’ve had him for a week. Mostly that is due to lack of time and ability to take any decent pictures, but I will remedy that soon!
Koren has been after me for a few days to play catch with him, and we finally got the chance to play for a bit. After he had caught his 14th toss in a row, I asked him if he’s going to be a baseball player when he grows up.
“Yes. Well, actually I’m going to be Iron Man when I grow up. Iron Man the Baseball Player.”
He has a group of friends at school who have formed the preschool version of a superhero club. They have each picked out their alter ego, and play superhero reenactments on the playground, saving “people that need to be saved.” Koren is usually Iron Man, but he sometimes opts for Captain America. Occasionally, their playground rescues even attract an audience, or so I’m told.
Sometimes when I pick him up, he’ll wave goodbye to his fellow superheros: “Bye Batman, bye Thor!”
Raising a super hero is a pretty daunting responsibility. I hope I’m up for the task.
One of the challenges of parenting is when it becomes difficult to tell who the parent actually is. This conversation took place in the car as we were coming home from work/school…
Me: Oh, that stupid truck.
Koren: Mama, why did you call that truck stupid?
Me: That wasn’t very nice of me, was it. I said that because I was frustrated that those people have been blocking our driveway all day and now I have to drive backwards out of the alleyway and go around the long way just so we can get home.
Me: But I guess that doesn’t mean that they’re stupid.
Koren: No. Because we never call anybody stupid.
Me: You’re right. I shouldn’t have said that.
Koren: Mama, you made a sad choice.
Me: I suppose I did. I’m sorry for my sad choice.
Koren: That’s ok.
Dang. I think I have rug burns from that one.
“Mama, tonight you pray for Xander and I’ll pray for his parents. Dear God, please help Xander’s parents not be so sad because they miss him. And help Xander make it rain whenever their house has a crack. A. Men.”
Tuesday, Xander’s sister (B) asked their mom (M) why there was a big crack beside the house. M replied that it was too dry and hot outside, and that we needed rain. B said, “I’m going to ask my brother to make it rain for us so our house doesn’t crack.”
A short while later, it started raining. It rained for HOURS.
At bedtime, Koren was struggling with the thunder and lightening. I would comfort him in all the ways I knew how, but he kept coming out of his room saying he was afraid. Eventually, I told him the story of B asking Xander for rain.
He slept after that. No more problems. At one point, he even said, “Mama, I like the rain.”
“I like the rain too, Bud.”