Ugh, Jamie has taken to peeing in our air vents. I don't know what possesses him to do that, but it's driving me nuts. I never catch him when he does it. I find his wet underwear in the floor and pee around a vent. I ask him why he peed in the vent and he says, "I don't." Obviously, he does.
I lay on the couch with my precious son laying across me. With one arm cradled around his body and his head resting on my arm, I watched him sleep so peacefully. His little hands were in fists like when he was a baby. One soft little hand gently gripped my index finger. His cheeks were rosy and his breathing soft. I felt the soft skin of his arms. I marveled at his fingers. I kissed the top of his head. The once downy soft blond hair is changing slowly to brown and is growing slightly more coarse, though his hair is thin. It smells vaguely of watermelon kids shampoo.
Midnight had come and gone, but I didn't want to move.
From my view above his head, he looks so angelic. I can still see my little baby in my growing boy. During the day I only get little hit and run hugs and kisses. He climbs on and off me. It's hard to get a moment to just cuddle him and relax. Our time together is filled with movement, noise, and rambunctious play. Once in awhile I get to just quietly enjoy this little being I worked so hard to get. He's so precious and so beautiful. The trials of the day melt away as I watch him sleep.
I made chicken and dumplings tonight. This can be a hit or miss meal for Jamie. Tonight it was a big hit and he ate two heaping helpings of them. He said he was eating his balloons. I fixed macaroni and cheese, green beans, and stuffing to go with it. He didn't touch the stuffing. he said it was poop. He ate half a can of green beans because he loves to eat green worms. He didn't bother naming the macaroni and cheese because he was too busy shoveling it in his mouth to worry about what it was he was eating, I guess.
I took Jamie to the playground this afternoon to play. Right behind the playground is a wooded area and I decided to take him back there. I spent many a happy day when I was young wondering through those woods and catching crawdads with my friends.
The woods are not the same place they were when I was little. The big logs that blocked your path were gone. The overgrowth was gone. The little creeks where I caught crawdads in my youth were all gone, too. There is still a few pretty rocks and logs to the side of the trails, but it just isn't the same place and doesn't have the same feel. It didn't seem nearly as pretty as it once was.
As we were coming out of the woods I stepped in some sort of bee nest in a hole in the ground. I don't know what kind of bees live in the ground. Fortunately I was able to grab Jamie and run down the hill. Somehow, neither of us got stung, but it scared the beejezus out of me.
I got some good pictures of Jamie while we were out there. Rather, they would be good if it wasn't for his idiot mother. I tried to give him a haircut myself the other day. His bangs were getting in his eyes. I love his long hair and think it's very stylish, until my attempt at being a hairdresser. I definitely lack the ability to be one. I think I gave my poor precious boy a mullet. Oh my word. I think about the movie Joe Dirt and the kid who played him as a young boy when I look at poor Jamie. Please, please let it grow quickly.
As though I hadn't done enough to the poor little fellow, I got home and realized I had put his shoes on the wrong feet! I can't believe he didn't complain a bit, even when we were walking in the woods. Surely they were not so comfortable that way.
When we got home I got his shoes on the right feet and took him outside to ride his bike a little. He's been very frightened of it and is just now riding it again after his first attempt when he wrecked. He's catching on pretty quickly, though. He's still leery of picking up any speed whatsoever. I better treasure this time, though. I know he'll be zipping around scaring me to death before I know it. If he's anything like his father, he'll be popping wheelies and standing on the seat. Pray for me that I don't have a heart attack on the spot when he does.
Jamie and I were sitting out on the front porch this evening looking at the sky. He was somewhat disturbed there were no stars or moon. In the distance we heard a loud car, but could not see it.
Jamie said, "What's that?"
I said, "It's a car."
Jamie thought a minute and said, "No, it just my cat flying."
I stifled a laugh, "You have a flying cat?"
He replied in a very serious voice, tilting his head slight to watch the cat, "Yeah, she has pink wings."
"Pink wings?" I asked, "What color is the cat?"
Still quite serious he replied, "It's just brown and pink wings."
Not bothering to stifle my giggles any longer I said, "Where's he flying to."
Jamie didn't miss a beat, "Over there" he said pointing up the street. "I put his house over there."
Here are some great freebies. I don't like the little sample freebies. I love a good deal.
This is to get free pictures of your child up to 3 years of age on his or her birthday.
http://www.olanmills.com/birthdayclub.asp
This is for free books.
http://store.greatbooks.org/index.php?cPath=47&osCsid=92faf88f23688cc921d82eb190fa1f9e
Sometimes this place has free magazines. You have to check in frequently.
http://shop.lowpricesubs.com/category.sc%3Bjsessionid%3D69D2919D387B6C58767EB35E454D3E9B.qscstrfrnt02?categoryId=2
Free DVD's from Fisher Price
http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=5750&e=dvd
http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=5477&e=dvd
I'm a diabetic and luckily have found some truely free meters straight from the manufacturer. A lot of the adds on TV and the stuff you find online are for online pharmacies. They want you to make a purchase before getting a free meter. These are two I've found with no strings attached. If you are insulin dependent and test frequently, they will send you a free meter. Click on pictures to get yours.
With Jamie's new found interest in bones, how very lucky we were to be at a discount grocery store today and found this little foam puzzle naming the bones for just $1.00. He was so excited. He's been taking it apart and putting it together all evening.
Jamie has been really interested in anatomy recently. It really took me by surprise when he began talking about his bones, his brain, his heart, etc. Now I've grown accustom to it and am encouraging proper identification of bones and organs to the best of my ability. I can remember most of the major bones, but you can forget me remember what the names of bones in the fingers are. He somehow knew the veins were blood in his arm, too. He told me there was blue blood in his arm and fingered the veins running along the inside of his arm.
Jamie just amazes me all the time. He comes out with what I think are brilliant comments and I rarely can figure out where he's picked them up at. He's definitely a sponge with a fantastic memory. We watched the TV special about the Dinosaur Mummy and he was just amazed and it captured his attention quite well. He asked questions. He got excited. It was fun to watch him and listen to him.
Along with this new fascination with bones comes a realization that they can be broken. It's almost heartbreaking when the little fellow hurts himself and says, "Mommy, the floor broke Jamie. The floor broke my bones. See my knee is broken." These commentaries are becoming routine when he gets hurt now. I've been trying to explain that little boo boos do not break bones.
Looking at my sleeping boy tonight I had to smile. He's been sleeping on the bed we got for McKalah to use when she spends the night for some reason. He's sleeping there right now. What's so sweet is that he's sleeping with his father's pillow case from his boyhood, a blanket my grandmother made for me when I was young, and both his Eeyores. It's a little bit of all of our childhoods surrounding my precious child. Wouldn't it be amazing if he had all those things when he has a child and they, too, can be surrounded by bits of all our lives. Maybe that's just profound in some way to my husband and I. It just seems really special.
The only thing that makes me a little sad is that he can't sleep with the baby blanket my grandmother made me when I was born. I loved it and cherished it for my entire life. My brother took it to his house at one time, not knowing what it was. It looked pretty new despite being used for so many years. His wife bleaches all blankets, sheets, and towels regardless of color. Besides fading the colors it also weakened the blanket and it developed holes and tears. I had been looking for it for a year and thought it was gone forever. I thought a cleaning company we had at our house that had taken our laundry off might have taken it and it didn't make it back. I was so sad about it. One day I visit my brother and there it is. I don't know whether to be ecstatic to have it back or furious that it is ruined. Anyway, I let Jamie sleep with it a few times. He loved it, but seeing that the damage was worsening with each wash I folded it and put it in the closet.
My husband has two sets of sheets that match the pillowcase that Jamie is sleeping with. He has bunk beds and we have used them for backup sheets a few times. The only problem is that the elastic on the fitted sheet is no longer functional. I think I can repair that, though. They are in surprisingly good condition. My husband is lamenting his missing lovey, himself, though. He had a Curious George when he was little that he took with him everywhere. Now he assumes his parents threw it away. It made him a bit sad when we were watching cartoons together and Curious George came on. Jamie got excited and said, "Yeah! It's George. I loooove George!" Matt said he wished he had his George to give him.
