June 2005

Will Update

New normal kid foods: french fries, ‘nilla wafers, pizza

New exotic foods: bulgar wheat, lentils, fava beans, cherries

New words: “Oh-kay!”, “Pup-pee”, “Cow”, “Oh-bow” (for “globo” which is balloon in spanish), “Marn-ng” (for “good morning”)

Word confusion: Any liquid (including milk) is agua. This means you have to check to see which he wants (water or milk) when he asks for “agua.” Horses are cows. Dogs are sometimes “og-gie”, sometimes “pup-pee”, sometimes “Murray.”

Clothes: 18 months are gettin’ small. 2T t-shirts are still a bit big, but fitting well.

Shoes: 5 1/2 wide

Scrapes and cuts: Big scrapes on his right knee (fell during one of our trips “around” the block), bug bite on left foot, two small bruises on right calf

Conversation: bumbga-ya-mohnga-wawwa-mumda? And other equally poignant statements.

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What type of desperate are you?

Kill some time, take the quiz.

According to the quiz, I’m a Susan (well meaning, but drama-prone). Hmmm… I would have guessed that I was somewhere between Bree and Lynette…?

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The worst feeling in the world

I’ve been reflecting on what it felt like to watch Will be sick Monday night. Several times while he was getting sick, I turned to Paul and asked “Should we take him to Children’s?” (Children’s is the super kids hospital conveniently located a few blocks from our house.) As a general rule, I detest hospitals, so it was a little odd that I almost was wanting to go to one.

Watching my son be sick, calling out my name to help him, was hard — because I couldn’t take it away or promise that it wouldn’t happen again. That was the worst feeling: helplessness. I think part of me wanted to go to the hospital so that I could look to someone else to help him. Being there would have let me be an advocate (something that I’m good at and a role I’m comfortable in) which lets me turn to someone else to help take away his discomfort. I’ve done a lot of holding hands through difficult and even painful procedures, but it is definitely different when it is your child. Watching your child be sick and recognize your helplessness to lift them from the moment is the worst feeling in parenting.

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