Maddie, on the other hand, was not so happy. She was fussy and clingy and feverish. She took a long morning nap and awoke, coughing, shaking, glassy-eyed. I was scared. After leaving a message for the on-call doctor and waiting half an hour, I started driving around to urgent care centers. All closed.
I got back home and finally talked to the on-call doctor. We were instructed to go to the ER. Over 6 hours later, we returned home to a tired dad, a lovely [cold] Christmas dinner, and a little boy who didn't want to go to bed.
The worst part about it was missing out on Parker today. I so wanted to play with him and his toys and just share a laid back Christmas day. It made me so grateful to all of the ER doctors, nurses and pharmacists who worked today - away from their own families - so they could care for mine.
Tonight we went to our friends' house for dinner. When we left, Parker said, "Thanks for having us, Carrie and Paul...Merry Christmas to you - all day and night!"
For the last few mornings the first words out of his mouth have been, "Is it Christmas yet?" When we say no, he isn't disheartened. He smiles and says, "I didn't think so, [then in his high-pitched excited voice] but it's coming soon!"
I am really glad he is excited again. For a brief time, he seemed pretty depressed when he realized there was a "naughty list." See, he tries so hard to be good, but sometimes it's just not possible. I mean, he is after all, only 2. There are messes to be made, Ipods to break, sisters to smack, etc.
I certainly didn't help his insecurities the day I picked up the phone to dial Santa. He had just nailed Maddie with a toy again and was screaming his little head off because she dared to pick up a toy he'd set down a few moments ago. When I told him who I was calling, he literally threw himself at my feet, wrapped his arms around my legs, and sobbed, "Pwease don't call him!"
Needless to say, I have backed off my mean-mommy/vindictive Santa approach, and the joy of Christmas has returned. Thank goodness!
"Hey Parker, would some cotton candy make you feel better?"
Immediately the tears ceased and his voice returned to normal: "Yes, I think that would make me feel better."
Later at home, Parker nailed Aaron in the head with one of those small, hard bouncy balls.
Parker (tearing up): That hurted my feelings when you told me to stop.
Aaron: Well, it hurt my head when you threw it at me!
Parker (still teary): But that hurted my feelings! (pause) Maybe a trip to the movie store might make me feel better. Yup, I think so.
"I am big. I don't need these anymore."
I made these rules a few months ago and drew pictures next to each, so Parker would know exactly what was expected of him.
1. Sit and eat at the table.
2. Ask before you go out or open the door.
3. Ask before hitting, and be gentle with babies.
4. Scream into a pillow or in your room.
5. No bad words.
Today I only had to remind him once that we don't put sleds on top of Maddie and get inside to squish her.
Yeah, he's got the rules down pat. No worries.
He would peer through the reetaculars, and exclaim, "Mommy! I see some wild aminals!"
Me: What are they?
Parker: (in an intense whisper) They're wions (lions)
Parker: No, it's okay; they're dead. You can touch them.
No more trips to Cabelas with daddy.
The reasons for holiday gift-giving didn't make any sense to me. The explanations left me with a sense of emptiness. None of the six families highlighted indicated Jesus' birth had anything to do with this season of celebration. Few used the term "Christmas" or "Christmastime." They wrote about "winter festivities," "winter solstice," an "evergreen wreath" that symbolized the "cycle of life and the constant change of the seasons." A young couple with a baby actually wrote, "We're making it up as we go along." Only one family mentioned anything about religion, indicating they "opted to celebrate [Hanukkah] in a cultural way" in addition to their winter solstice celebrations.
What is the point of all this gift-giving exactly, I wondered. Where is the hope or joy?
We had a recent death in the family. What a blessing to be able to tell Parker the truth with confidence. What relief to let him know Bobbi's children will see her again in heaven. I wondered what the young couple in the article will tell their baby about the "cycle of life" when someone she loves dies. I wondered what they tell themselves. I just wanted to cry.
How do you reach people when the lies are so pervasive? How do you protect your own children from these lies? I thought, "Lord, get me out of this foreign land [Seattle]!"
He said, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people." Luke 2:14
Do not be afraid, Jessie. This is good news you can share with all people.
Christ is born!
Looks like someone is getting a lump of coal this year!
Parker was extremely attached to his bottles. In fact, when he was 18 months old, we had to have a visit from the "Bottle Fairy." One night we gathered all of the bottles in the house, placed them in a bag for "all of the babies who still needed them," and set the bag on the back porch. In the morning, it had magically disappeared. In its place? Fairy dust [glitter], big boy cups [sippy cups] and candy.
With Maddie, I simply replaced her bottle with a sippy cup one morning, and she hasn't looked back.
I almost feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop...
Me: What do you mean?
Parker: I don't see a hole for Santa to come down.
Me: Well...It may be hard to see.
Parker: But I don't see it!
Me: (Lying) There has to be a hole...That is where the [non-existent] smoke from the [gas] fire goes. It goes up the chimney. It's between the outside of the house and the inside wall...kind of like the tunnel at McDonalds.
Parker: (eyes widening in excitement) Can I climb up it?
Me: No. Only Santa can climb up the chimney.
Me: Nuh-huh. (Mature, I know.)
Parker: No! That bad guy climbed up it!
Me: What bad guy?
Parker: That bad guy on TV!
Me: Oooohhh....[the Grinch]. Okay, well only that bad guy and Santa can climb up it.
At his own nap time, he took my hand and placed it on his face. He squeezed it between his cheek and shoulder and said, "I'm your cuddlebug." Then he said he wanted to give me a hug and kiss. When I told him to have sweet dreams, he actually answered, "I will." (He usually says, "I won't! I will have bad dreams!") I don't know what made him so loving today, but I'll take it!
Today, Parker stood at the front window, perplexed.
"Momma, why none kiddos are out? The sun is out!"
Never mind that it is below freezing. When you live in Seattle, if the sun is out, you are out. Parker learned this rule quickly, and now he wants to apply it. In the freezing cold.
Ah, Kentucky, I miss you!
Aaron used to invest in a lot of "stuff." He was way into everything...every sport, every hobby. And he had every piece of gear imaginable. Recently, he decided to sell some pricey mountaineering gear. He didn't make a big deal out of it, but he basically felt it wouldn't be responsible for him to go mountaineering when he was the sole provider for three other people. It made me sad (for him) and proud (of him) at the same time. He never complained.
Tonight we learned about a family in our church that is experiencing a rough time. You just wouldn't believe their story if I told you. You know the saying, "When it rains, it pours"? Well let's just say it's been monsoon season at their house for over a year.
When I talked to Aaron about it tonight, asking if he thought we could do anything to help them, he pulled out a huge wad of cash. He said he had been saving his spending money for a few months now and combined with the money from his mountaineering gear, we should be able to help them out.
If you've been keeping up with my posts, you may recall Aaron said Parker made him proud every day. Well, I know where Parker gets his huge heart, and his daddy makes me proud every day.
On the way to the gym -
P: I'm so sad, Mommy.
P: Because I left my blankie at home.
M: Oh, I'm sorry bud.
P: Well, maybe some candy or a candy bar might make me feel better.
M: Sorry, we don't have any of that right now.
P: We could stop by Fred Meyer on the way to the gym and get some...Would that be a great idea?
M: No, it wouldn't.
P: Yes it would! Because I love those [candy and candy bars]!!
I am beginning to think he left his blanket at home on purpose in order to get a consolation prize.
Later, I heard a very deep voice from the backseat of the van:
"What would you like for Christmas?"
He had donned the Mr. Potato Head Santa beard (complete with bright red lips). It fit his little head perfectly!
M: Are you Santa?
P: Yes. What would you like?
M: Well, some candy would be nice. Could I have some candy?
P: Of course you may! As soon as we get back, I will go to my toy shop and build some for you!
A few minutes later we were passing a temple.
M: Parker, look at the roof of that building - it's purple!
P: That's odd.
M: Odd? Where did you learn the word 'odd'?
P: I guess I learned it at school.
M: When did you go to school?
P: When I was 4. I'm this many (holding up 10 fingers).
M: I don't remember taking you to school...How did you get there?
P: I drove.
Then tonight I saw him digging way up in his nose.
M: Do you need a tissue? (I was hoping this would be a rhetorical question.)
P: No. These are just pickin' boogers.
As opposed to the blowing kind???
Tonight we went to the Country Village. It is a collection of shops/boutiques near where we live. Definitely has a country feel, from the kettle corn stand, to the breakfast anytime cafe, to the mini train rides pulled by a tractor. We love it there. Last year, we happened upon a really fun Country Village tradition...Santa descending from the roof of the toy store. He climbed aboard his rickety sleigh (metal frame only) and was pulled by lighted deer, with Rudolph lighting the way. A short cable ride later, he landed just beyond the duck pond amidst a crowd of awestruck children.
This year we arrived early and picked the perfect vantage point. As before, Santa appeared on the store's rooftop and waved to his fans. He climbed aboard his sleigh and began his short ride. As he passed over our heads, we decided to follow him. We migrated toward the pond, where the unthinkable occurred - his sleigh just stopped...right above the water, just a few feet from the surface. The children gasped. The sleigh rocked from side to side as poor Santa held on for dear life. After some shouting, the sleigh began to move backward and upward. They let him go again, and again, he just stopped. I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. Maddie was on my shoulders, and I nearly dropped her. Aaron and I couldn't help speculating about poor Santa getting electrocuted in the pond (thanks to the lighted deer), the ensuing chaos, a generation of traumatized children, etc. We were trying to use language above Parker's head, so as not to upset him. As the drama continued (they pulled him back and forth three more times before he finally landed safely on the other side of the pond), we became louder and louder with belly laughs and jokes about Santa's demise.
On the way home, Parker worriedly asked, "Momma, why Santa almost fall in the water?" I explained Santa was a funny guy and was just playing a joke on all of us.
I sure hope he bought it!
While Parker was engrossed in the cartoon, Aaron shared another touching story about what happened at the video store. Aaron had promised Parker his own candy and allowed him to hold it. A few minutes later, Aaron looked down at Parker and noticed his arms were filled with boxes of candy. He asked, "What are you doing with all of that, buddy?"
Parker responded matter-of-factly: "It's for the kiddos who don't have any."
We have been talking a lot lately about people in need, and now Parker looks for opportunities to share what he has with others. His Grammy is right...He is an angel.
If you've read my recent posts, you would know that Parker delights in making messes. Today I found him standing on Maddie's toy kitchenette wiping what looked like red water all over the wall. Upon further inspection, I found a popsicle stick floating in a decorative urn atop the kitchen. He was wiping the popsicle water on the wall, kitchen and himself. I lost it. I yelled; I sent him to his room; I refused to give him toys in his crib for nap time. "Why are you making all these messes?!" I demanded.
He gave me a huge, genuine smile and said, "Just because!" It was said in the same sweet tone a husband might use if he brought flowers home for his wife unexpectedly. It was not malicious in the least. It was "just because."
I tucked him in for nap and sighed, "I love you...Even if I don't like your behavior sometimes." As I turned my back and walked toward his door, I heard him smack his lips and blow. He loves me despite my behavior, too. Thank goodness.
I blew a kiss back.
Last night, I convinced myself that leaving a thin covering of rice on my table, chairs and floors was not mere laziness...No! Cleaning up dried rice is much simpler than trying to wipe or sweep up sticky rice. I would sweep it before bed. Then "before bed" became "first thing in the morning." Well, by then I might just as well wait until after breakfast, so I could clean it up with the breakfast mess, right?
Did you know that cooked rice can completely dry out and then get wet and sticky and plump again? It's true! Just follow these simple steps:
Check and see if the coast is clear. (Read: Mom is on the phone in the other room.)
Stand on your chair.
Hold one plastic cup filled with milk as high above the table as you can.
Slap the milk puddle with your hand and joyously proclaim, "I'm making messes! I'm making messes!"
Some of the other cute things he says/said are:
Ham-buh-burger = hamburger
Whoa-wee = Lowly (in a song about Jesus)
Nay-buh-dood = Neighborhood
Wuv = Love
Plah-bwum = Problem
I am sure more will come to me...
Parker: Mom, let's go in there and see what's coming on [tv] and then read some books! Would that be a grateful idea?
"Sure!" he happily responded.
"What would you like to play?" I asked.
"Spin the bottle!"
My jaw dropped. Then I couldn't stop laughing. Where on earth had he heard about spin the bottle?
A few days later, I was reading an Arthur book to him...You know the series about the 8 year old aardvark? It was called Arthur's Birthday. A girl in his class, who is invited to the party, says something about playing spin the bottle.
I guess he remembered that phrase.
So now we have an alcohol-drinking, spin-the-bottle playing 2 year old boy who wants to go to Vagina. I might just win the Parent of the Year award.
Today Parker was in the potty for an awfully long time. I asked his dad to check on him. He said he did. Later, I went in. Parker was just standing there. I asked him what he was doing. He said he was washing the toy because it fell into the potty.
I looked in the sink...nothing there. I peered in the potty....empty.
"Where is it?" I ask.
"There!" he replied, pointing. "I'm washing it!"
It was down inside the toilet brush container (with the brush on top).
Parker: Oh, I'll call your mom!
Me (confused): You are going to call my mom?
He ran to his medical tool box and got out his pager. He pressed the button.
Parker: Your mom will come help you.
Me: You are going to call her to make me feel better? Is she coming now?
Parker: No, she'll be here in 3 hours.
Me: 3 hours?
Parker: Yeah. She's in service right now.
Ahh. Now I get it...Just like at church (where they page the parents when the kids need help). Well, mom, I'm waiting.
Tonight, when I corrected Parker, he shouted, "No!"
I explained that telling me "No," while I was correcting him was unacceptable and could lead to a time-out.
When I had to correct him again, he scrunched up his face, thrust his arm toward me and wagged his index finger.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means 'Nope!'" he replied.
I hid my smile and told Aaron he had come up with his own code for telling me "no."
"Look! I'm making crumbs!"
Aaron (my husband): "That's it. Time out."
On his way out of the kitchen, Parker glared at me, and gave me the finger again (index, of course).
How am I still the bad guy when dad disciplines???
It was very difficult for all of us when they were relocated to Virginia, as Nolan's father is in the Coast Guard.
Recently, Parker told me he was sad. When I asked why, he told me, "Because Scott and Erin and Nolan moved to Vagina."
I hear it's pretty nice down there, buddy. Don't think they'll be coming back anytime soon.
Let me explain...
Occasionally, my husband and I have a glass of wine with dinner. We told Parker it was "Mommy-daddy juice" and just for adults. Of course, that answer didn't satisfy him and he wanted to know why it was just for adults. We explained it had something in it called alcohol that was dangerous for children to drink.
So, I told him, "No," his juice did not have alcohol in it.
He insisted that it did.
I insisted that it didn't.
He sighed, and said in an exasperated voice, "Mom, I'm pretending!"
Great. What's next? Pretend keg-stands?
"We're wasting food!"
At least he's honest.
That reminds me of another story. He was in the backseat, and I had given him some Cheerios. Maddie was crying and reaching for them. I asked him to share some, as he can reach across the space between their carseats. I heard short loud exclamations: "Share! Share! Share!" I looked back in time to see him launching a Cheerio at her head in time with his next "Share!" I looked at her and noticed she was covered in cereal but happily munching away.
This is a perfect example of how he likes to obey on his own terms. :)
See, I'm not really bitter about starting one. Because my son, Parker, is insane. He just turned 2 1/2 and he says the absolute craziest things. I don't want to forget them, but I don't know what happens to those old Facebook posts...Will I always be able to scroll back and read them? Will they *gasp* start making us pay for the service? I need a sapce where I can write this stuff down and keep it. And this way the grandparents, aunt and uncles can read it if they want. But guys, please don't feel like you have to respond. Seriously.
So, to give you an example of a Parkerism, a few days ago, I asked him to close a door upstairs. Me: Parker can you please close that door?
Parker: Um, no.
Parker: Alright...(then, under his breath) Just doin' my job...All in a day's work.
The next day, I was upstairs, and I noticed he was downstairs and quiet (never a good sign).
Me: Parker, where are you, buddy?
Parker: I'm not down here eating none this candy!
Parker: I have a special key.
Me: Ooh, really? I'd like to see it...where is it?
Parker: (grunting and reaching where his hands do not belong). It's way down in my pants...It opens special things.