I haven’t been writing about it much because I keep hoping it will go away if I don’t talk about it but Ian has some sort of virus. He hasn’t been to school all week (you know, all two days that are involved in a two year olds school week) and Claudia only went to preschool on Tuesday because I had to co-op in their class that day.
Somehow Claudia has avoided coming down with whatever snot monster disease her brother has contracted. (Where is some wood to knock on?) I think all this being cooped up is making her sort of stir crazy (see my post from earlier today).
Fair Warning: Barf Talk Ahead
Ian doesn’t know how to blow his nose yet. Gabe and I have really been trying to teach him how and would love any suggestions you have on the subject, but in the meantime congestion means throwing up a lot. I am also working on getting him to puke in the toilet instead of all over the carpet like he normally does. This involves me saying things I never thought I would say like “Good job, throwing up in the toilet. I am very proud of you.” and “You can spit into the potty anytime you need to.” (I know I’ll regret that last one later.)
As a bonus, Gabe and I are also sick, which is awesome because we are going out for a very fancy dinner to celebrate my birthday tomorrow night. This isn’t the kind of restaurant where you can just change your reservation casually.
So earlier I was throwing up and Claudia stood in the bathroom doorway saying things like “Wow Mommy! That was a really big one!”
Fantastic. They don’t tell you about things like that in any of the parenting books I have read. I was actually barfing and replying “Yeah, It was a big one. Thanks, Honey.”
Oh, and Claudia keeps asking me to read her the calendar. No. You heard it right. She wants me to read her the calendar that came with the “Highlights Magazine” today, that I assume someone gave the twins a subscription to for Christmas. She refuses to believe that it isn’t a book.
Like I said, some days are more surreal than others.