Tonight, right before he was going to brush his teeth, Lire whispered, "Mommy?"
Me: Yes?
L: When I in Connecticut, I miss you.
Me: Oh, I missed you, too, sweetie! (Big hug and kiss).
L: I almost cry.
Me: Oh!!!
The boys spent four days at my parents' house in CT after our post-Christmas weekend with the inlaws. Al and I came back here to work and to spend some time alone vegging out, being romantic, etc.
It was very nice, but a bit shorter than it was supposed to have been. Poor little L caught a stomach virus and puked on New Year's eve morning. Poor Nana was the next one down, and Poppy was sick with a bronchial infection. Habtam stood strong. He got water for all of the sickies and played alone in the snow while they watched through the window. They came home the next day, and I only hope my parents haven't been burned too much by this particular visit. It's much easier in the summer, when people don't get sick so easily and you can take the boys to the beach every day.
Habtam was extra affectionate when he returned, telling me that he loved me before he fell asleep. He has NEVER done that before. In fact, I'm not sure if he's ever said it to me at anytime. It really threw me for a loop.
Saturday morning:
H: Mommy, can I show you something very bad?
Me: ?
L: Habtam threw up!
Miraculously it was on his pillow and top sheet, but missed all other blankets and sheets and his person. He was remarkably clean!
When we took a walk one of those days, Lire asked me what puke was. I told him it was throw-up, vomit.
L: What's vomit?
Me: Puke.
L: What's puke?
Me: Throw-up.
L: Throw-up?
It could have gone on all day, if I had let it. Apparently my father had introduced the new word, "puke" and it was on his mind. Lire loves words and uses them in creative ways. Just tonight he told me I was a "wound-up weirdo." Which I kind of am, so I laughed pretty hard. He was so impressed with himself that he ran upstairs to tell his father.
School is blessedly back, with Lire spending the full day for the first time. He still needs a short nap, or he turns into a soap opera starlet at dinner, like tonight. We missed a nap today so he could go to the library after school and play on their computer, which he loves. He pulled a couple Ethiopian head-fakes and pushed himself away from the table twice, the third time for real. He picked up his plate and stated, "I need time-out."
No one told him he needed one, but something he had said or done warranted one in his mind, so off he went.
Habtam told two lies this morning, one accusing Lire of lying about his first lie. So he is without television for the week (it had to do with the tv) and we're reading a series of books about lying. Today we read
Sarah's Little Ghosts, which was pretty good. I'm looking forward to Bill Cosby's
My Big Lie tomorrow.
We're faring mostly well here. H had a meltdown Sunday, the first one in a long time. It was probably due to the enormous amount of time away from the structure of his school days, under which he thrives. I'm dedicated to meditating daily, to try and unwind this Wound-up Weirdo self of mine.