I am too bigger!

I was sitting in the living room, only sort of listening to the conversation that Jonny and Mikey were having at lunch. Their voices got louder and caught my attention with Jonny saying, "No you aren't" followed by Mikey's tearful, "Yes I am." I told them both that it was enough arguing and to please eat your lunch and got up to go into the kitchen to make sure that is what was going to happen.

I walk in to find Mikey standing on his chair, about to burst into tears, and yelling at Jonny across the table, "Yes I am too bigger!" He then sat down and Jonny who could see I was standing in the doorway whispers, "Now you're not."

Mikey stands up again in the kind of frustration that only a 3 year old can muster and yells to Jonny again, "Yes I am too bigger!". He sees me and says, "Mommy, tell Jonny I am too bigger when I stand up."

Kids and Snow

There is something magical about snow. We were lucky enough to wake up to a winter wonderland, very unusual for this area. The kids were let loose into the cold after lunch and fun followed.

Snow flew threw the air, the power of Jonny's 4 year old arm behind it, followed by a squeal from Alyssa and a laugh from Jonny for a shot well aimed. All was great until Mikey decided that Charlie needed to be included as well and hit him in the face with a small handful of snow. A good brushing off and lots of hugs and all was well in the world again.

Patrick and Zack worked on a snow fort with the neighbor and Mr. Snowman was built and decorated before the chill set in and all came into the nice warm house. All in all, a wonderful day!

What is it about being touched....

that sets my 2 year old off? I wish I knew. Charlie is pretty happy around people unless they touch him at which point he has a complete meltdown. So for the most part we avoid touching. The family knows this and knows if they pick him up, he will likely scream. He is getting used to everyone and handles it better but when it comes to strangers, come prepared with earplugs.

It makes life a little difficult when we have to go to the doctors office as we have been doing a lot with him being so sick this past month. If they could diagnosis him by looking at him, we would all be happy. Too bad it is not that easy.

So at our visit to the doctor today I am sitting in the room with Charlie and the nurse. She is commenting on how adorable he is and what a happy child. She has not had such a happy child in her space for a while. I chuckle a bit and tell her that it is about to change just as soon as she comes any closer. You can tell she does not believe a word I say when she smiles at him and reached right out to listen to his lungs.

Charlie immediately goes limp, starts crying and doing everything he can to get away from that nurse who he has all of the sudden decided is some kind of monster come to get him. She pauses for a moment at which point I tell her just to continue because it will not get any easier.

So we get through all of the important stuff, with him screaming the entire time. Just as soon as the nurse backs away, my happy child is back. This time the nurse chuckles and says to me, you are right about him having a little stranger anxiety.

That was some kind of understatement in my book!

On a good note we have ruled out all kinds of things and determined that Charlie has Asthma and is allergic to cats. Both things we can manage to handle.

And so it begins

So I thought it was about time I started a blog. I do all kinds of other things on the Internet so why not this as well.

Now that I am here, what will I do. I am sure it will all come to me in due time.