Rumble Down Below

Ev is having some major stomach issues...despite his best efforts, he hasn't been able to go in quite some time. On the surface, this may not seem like the worst thing. However, I will explain it for any of you who don't have kids. This means when Old Faithful finally blows...there is going to be hell to pay. If it is anything like the last time this happened with him, we're going to need baby goggle and a shower cap to keep his head clean. Ahhhhh, parenthood.

Cough Cough Cough

As has been reported on here many, many, many, many times....Amelia now has a bad cough. She and I were up most of last night trying everything we could think of - steam, cool mist, onions, honey, cough medicine, inhaler treatments, breathing cool air from the freezer, popsicles, lollipops, etc. It was all to no avail. It was hard enough dealing with her constant coughing spells when we didn't have Everett to handle as well. It will be interesting to see how we manage both going forward. So far, he's done a pretty good job of being a team player and trying to make it easy on us.

Kids are Funny

Tonight while surfing cartoons on the Ipad, Amelia came across an American classic which she explained to her mother and me like this ....

Tom is the mouse and Jammy is the cat.  Jammy eats Tom.

I'm sure I'll eventually correct her on the ins and outs of the legends Tom and Jerry, but for now, I'll let her believe she's discovered the new phenomenon of Tom and Jammy.

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Amelia has a rebuttal for everything...even things I didn't know she had any idea about. When I caught her swinging my golf club (which I keep under my bed in case of zombie attacks) around my bedroom, the conversation went as follows:

Me: Amelia! Stop that!

Amelia: (laughter and more swinging)

Me: Give me that (taking the golf club from her).

Amelia: Nooooo, Dad (which she has taken to instead of "daddy". I guess she's grown now.)!

Me: You do not need that. If you keep swinging it, you are going to break something.

Amelia: But, Dad, I haven't played golf in a while!

Big Helper

In case you were wondering what a great big sister looks like, she is short, has blue eyes, and scrubs her old high chair for her new little brother.

Fluff

Everett is a living optical illusion. Nearly everyone says he's a "big boy" or "born half grown" or "fat". Yet, he went to the doctor today and he still hasn't cracked 16lbs. This puts him around the 35th percentile and the doctors aren't completely happy with his weight.  I'd say it's because he's just short, but the last time he measured in, he was of above average height. So, I'm left with no idea as to how he can look like a chunk, yet weigh next to nothing.  My son is apparently made entirely of Marshmallow Fluff.

I See You

I have a pretty good feel for Everett, but he spends most of his time with me staring at me and trying to figure out what I'm all about. He'll figure it out one day...

War Wounds

Despite his roughed up exterior (even with his nails constantly trimmed, we have been forced to register his hands as deadly weapons), Everett is really sensitive on the inside. That is why it hurt his feelings a bit when the old man at the restaurant this weekend said "My, he's a big one. That boy must have been born half grown!"