The M&M Story

M has been sick since Sunday, and has to stay home from school today. Still, he insisted, "My not sick anymore, mommy!" The fever and the constant hacking belied that optimism, though. He wasn't allowed to kiss B this morning because of the fever and the constant hacking, and the kissing restriction made him sad. So for the next hour, he repeatedly reminded Susan, "Mommy, you made me sad." First we had some gentle talks about how nice it was to be able to express our feelings, then we had some gentle talks about the how mommy makes us happy a lot too, and then we had some gentle talks about how he's making his own choice to be sad, and then we had some not so gentle talks about how he needed to move on already.

DSC00020 Originally uploaded by Maynor . He's just turned it on. That's why he's so happy. Big brother's still a little nervious around vacs, but not B.

DSC00011 Originally uploaded by Maynor .

DSC00007 Originally uploaded by Maynor . Lots of smoke, no fire. We've since given up for now, and will wait for renewed interest.

100_0145 Originally uploaded by Blogmedic . Here's another plug for Andy G's pictures on flickr.com. He puts them up about once a week or so. Click on the pic above, and sign into flickr.com if necessary. Andy also keeps a blog at www.blogmedic.com.

Last Thursday, B suddenly started saying Da-da. Since Thursday, he's started waving (and sometimes saying) bye-bye, and saying Maaaa (for his big brother), and uh-oh. All in three days! B had gotten a little low on the weight chart (he was sick, and then started crawling) so we’ve been feeding him calories galore for the past week—-maybe chubbiness is the key to verbal brilliance!! At this point (10-11 months) M was about to say his first words (yellow, banana, mama) and then forget them and all other words for another six months. Like his verbal groundhog had seen his shadow and disappeared. Come to think of it, M was the King of Chub, so that’s a dubious connection. Maybe the key to verbal brilliance is front teeth. B sure has those.

(crossing his arms, pooching out his lip) My mad to you, daddy.