3 posts tagged “boy”

I couldn't think of a good title or theme to this entry -- so I am using the word "knish." It is a fun word to say...

I had lunch with a faculty member today, an older gentleman who has retired, but is still teaching one class a semester. It was quite lovely -- he's a sweet man, a gentleman in the truest sense. I really enjoyed it. I am also bemused by the number of faculty on campus who are disappointed that I am not working there full-time. Unfortunately, these people don't control reality at work, so there you go.

I had a gluten-free pizza last Friday that was pretty good -- the pizza place called this afternoon to ask how we liked them, and they told me about a new gluten-free place opening this Saturday in my town. Score!

Still no full-time employment on the horizon. Depressing... Don't know how badly this is going to screw up our lives.

I want cats. Our landlord will only get them if he can either a) look at their previous home environments and gauge the amount of damage they do, or b) if we declaw them. Seeing as I refuse to declaw my kittehs, and the humans in this house do more damage to the carpets than a kitteh, would, we are at an impasse. Sigh.

D is probably ADHD. No surprise. We will talk with the doctor Monday about what this means for a boy who is getting tested for possible inclusion in the gifted program this Saturday.

I miss snow. Gimme!

my baby is big -- at 4 months, he weighs 17 pounds 4.5 ounces, and is in the 90-95th percentile for weight, height, and head measurement. he rolls over. he tries to eat my kisses. he has blue eyes still. he wears 9-12 month clothes, and enjoys sitting on daddy's shoulder like a parrot.

the big boy is doing great at reading, and has an awesome 1st grade teacher. he is in scouting, with dad as den leader (my moral quandary about the boy scouts remains, but oh, well). he is taking classes at church called our whole lives, which i hope will convince him to stop using the vulgar slang "nuts."

i have seen interesting job ads, but as much as i miss being in the adult world, i love my baby an awful lot and would miss him. but i also get tired of not having much in my life that is interesting to talk about, besides kids and school stuff. decisions...

bret michaels made the right choice, i still love "how i met your mother," and have enjoyed "reaper" so far. and yay, new "avatar!" i love tv. and OMG, peyton's birth mom! (i am watching "one tree hill" on soapnet).

will post a protected picture of the baby soon -- he is so cute and active, and has a beautiful smile!

so, the boy has a tedious oral fixation. (i suppose it'll come in handy when he's older, but right now, it's just disgusting, and potentially dangerous.) i thought he'd outgrow it by now, but apparently not.

i could deal with the chewing of the fingernails, as long as he leaves his toes alone. putting pencils and pens in his mouth (which i used to do) can lead to bad taste in the mouth, and accidental mustaches. putting legos and matchbox cars in his mouth has the potential for accidental swallowing (i suppose the wheels or lego heads would come out eventually, and not do too much damage). but tonight...

well, we were cleaning papers out of the garage, and somehow, an old deflated rubber/latex ball (which i remember sitting in the garage of our old house, gathering up who-knows-what) makes its way into the house, courtesy of an old box (i was trying to cook dinner at the time, and the spouse was supposed to be in charge of things). all of a sudden, i hear a weird sound, and the spouse saying to the boy, "why are you breathing weird?" "my mouth itches and feels funny," says the boy -- apparently, he decided that an old squishy ball the size of a deflated four-square ball needed to go in his mouth.

i force him into the bathroom, and try to get him to swish with water and spit out whatever is in his mouth. he drinks the water instead. "why did you swallow? i said swish!" (i was getting anxious and angry.) "i was thirsty," he replies.  so i made him swish three times, and then made him take some benedryl.

all through dinner, i'm fuming, thinking that the ball was probably sitting in the fertilizer spreader in our old garage, and how could he possibly put a ball in his mouth, and why didn't the spouse catch it, and why did he let him play with that crusty old thing in the first place? and i'm freaking out and upset, to the point that i'm crying at dinner, and finally go upstairs to call the doctor on call.

fortunately, our doctor said it was probably a sensitivity to latex (which i have as well, yay), and it caused his mouth to itch. she said i probably took care of it by giving him benedryl, but to keep an eye out for other symptoms. and he seemed fine at bedtime, fortunately, because i was contemplating staying up all night to keep an eye on him.

i know it's good for him to build up his immunity and all, but holy crap, this could have been a lot worse. as much as i hoped that this would train the oral fixation out of him, the fact that he put a lego stormtrooper in his mouth an hour later seems to indicate otherwise. (at least it wasn't a lego head up his nose -- those are annoying to extract, as i know to my woe).

i suppose it could be worse -- it could be an anal fixation... (sigh)