Honor learned how to say “NO.”

The weather has been so nice here today, so we worked out in the yard. I was turning up the dirt in the garden and found an earth worm. The kids were (of course) very interested in the worm and I found myself cracking up about some of the statements being made.

“Honor, bring me back the worm.”

“Mom, Honor ate the worm.” (This is when I went inside to grab the camera. When I came back outside, the worm was gone and there was dirt on Honor’s face and Eden was claiming that he ate the worm.)

Here’s photographic proof that he may or may not have eaten the worm. (I guess the possibility of worm consumption makes him grumpy.)

(After I found another worm.) “This is my worm, he’s slimy, his name is ‘worm’.”

“Mom, my worm is broke-ing” Can I have a new worm that isn’t broke-ing?”

“Honor, don’t step on the worm.”

Really if you put the words “the worm” in any sentence, it makes it funny.

And here’s a picture of Eden’s curls just because they’re cute.

EDIT:
Ok, Ok. Jim found a slimey, brown, peeled ……. BANANA.
(those of you who guessed poop, you were at least right in appearance)

Guess what Jim found in his shoe today while getting ready for work? You’ll never guess… but I’ll tell you, Honor did it.

So guess, guess!

Honor has been up to his usual stinker self. His latest thing is to open up a box of tea bags and rip them open. He can find the biggest possible mess in ANYTHING. I made the mistake of leaving my empty tea cup by my bed and he managed to find it. He ripped open the wet tea bag and smeared it EVERYWHERE. What is it with this kid smearing things all over my bed? Until this stinker came along, I was sure I wanted to have 3 or 4 kids, now I’m wondering if I would survive four kids?

On the up side, he hasn’t had any more signs of asthma. He will go in for a follow up check up next week and we’ll see where the doctor wants to go from there.

I spent the morning at the doctors office. Honor had an asthma attack. He’s never had one before. It started in the middle of the night last night with him sounding very congested. We’ve never dealt with this before, so we didn’t really know what was happening. When his wheezing got worse this morning, I took him into the doctors office.

He’s just so miserable, I feel so bad for him. The doctor sent us over to the out patient clinic next door so Honor could have a nebulizer treatment. It was awful. It took 3 of us to hold him down for the 10 minutes he had to have the breathing mask on. It was so hard to see him so scared, his face was red and he was screaming as huge alligator tears welled up underneath the mask. It helped him a lot though, he wasn’t wheezing at all by the time we left.

Unfortunately, the treatment didn’t last very long. By the time we were leaving the pharmacy, the wheezing had started up again. As soon as I got home, I gave him the liquid Albuterol and Prednisone. It’s been 45 minutes and his breathing is starting to sound better, but it’s not normal. I just feel so bad for the little guy, I just don’t really know what to do for him. It just makes me really sad that he’s probably going to have to deal with this for the rest of his life.

Yesterday it was nice enough to go to the park. Guess what the first thing Honor did when we got there? He licked it! Gross!! And so typical.

So there’s not much more to say, Honor licked the park, Eden wouldn’t look at the camera. Knock your self out.

And another thing.
I’ve crocheted together three scarves so far and I’m a little disappointed in the finished product. I knew they were going to be eclectic, but this is even a little too eclectic for me.

Don’t get me wrong, I love ALL of your squares. I’ve enjoyed SO much seeing everybody’s handiwork, it has been so fun for me to open the mail each day and look through all the amazing squares. My friend Brooke suggested next time we go with a theme like black and white or a similar texture so there is a little more uniformity.

SOOOO, here’s my question for you, my fellow scarf swapees: If you think you’ll wear the scarf, I’ll be HAPPY to crochet them together for you. If you’d rather turn the squares into, say a pillow, or something, I’ll just save myself the time and send them to you as is. What do you think?

Friday night Honor was having these horrible coughing fits where he couldn’t stop. I gave him some over the counter medicine which didn’t help. Foreseeing that we’d be up all night with a coughing, miserable baby, I called the doctor for some stronger medicine.

The nurse called me back and told me to go get a different over the counter medicine. I clarified with her that it was NOT the same as what I’d been giving him. I get to the pharmacy and, lo and behold, the EXACT same ingredients.

I was livid. If I’d not been proactive and just gave him what I was told to give him, he’d have gotten a double dose of the medicine. I called her back to complain. She argued with me for 5 minutes that it wasn’t the same thing. Finally I said to her, “what am I supposed to do? He’s just coughing and coughing?” She said, “You should probably bring him in.” I asked if the doctor would just call something in and she said that he wouldn’t prescribe something for an infant unless he saw him. (Pshaw! Infant?? He’s 17 months old! The Incompetence!!)

So, 8pm Friday night, I dragged Honor into the After Hours clinic, only to be told that they don’t EVER give little kids like him prescription cough meds. WHAT IN THE WORLD!!!??? What a waste of a trip. I would NEVER have brought him in if the stupid nurse had not led me to believe that he could get some HELP out of the whole trip.

I simple phone conversation with the doctor could have saved me all the trouble. I think next time I’m going to insist that I talk directly with the doctor.

So remember those chocolates that I got for Valentines day? Honor really enjoyed them. So did my sheets. While I was momentarily out of the room, he climbed up on the bed and ate/smeared all of them. I only had one piece. Enough said.

I just got out of the shower (yes I know it’s 4pm, but I’ve been cleaning all day). I thought that the kids were both in my bedroom watching Dumbo, but Honor had ever so quietly snuck into the bathroom. I opened up the shower curtain to find him up on a stool, sucking with all his might on the open tube of toothpaste.

At least his breath is minty fresh…

A few things Honor is starting to do: He now says “uh-oh” and “up”, along with “dog” (and the barking noise for cat or dog), “kitty” and “hot”. And still a lot of “eh, eh” when he wants something. The last few days he’s been dragging a blanket out of his room and laying down on the floor and covering himself up. He lays there for about, oh, half a second, before he tries to roll over and then gets all tangled up in the blanket and freaks out because he things something is trying to keep him from moving. (Speaking of blanket Eden pronounces it “blan-quit” and pillow “piddow”. Cute.)

He’s really interested in climbing up to the table and pouring out the whole entire salt shaker. I can’t count how many times the floor has been swept and still salt is sticking to my bare feet. He also really enjoys the light switch. And now that he has discovered that he could move the dining room chairs around, he has open access to the light switches.

About half the time, he will sit on the floor to eat his snack. I consider this a great accomplishment. Any time this child will hold still, it is AMAZING. Truly amazing.

Eden has taken to pretending that Honor is either a monster or a dinosaur or on the rare occasion, both. She runs from him yelling, “The MONSTER, the MONSTER.” He enjoys it because she allows him to tackle her. Which he does about any time he feels like it. But she’s tough, and I figure for all the mauling she did to him him in his younger days, she deserves it.

And his favorite toys. Umm, yeah, we already went over that, the salt, a blanket, the light switch and of course his old stand by, the toilet. This boy doesn’t play with toys. I’ve been trying to get him to take some quite time each day in his play pen. Only for about 10 or 15 minutes or so, but OH MY LORD, he does not like it. He yells the whole time. It’s almost easier on me to clean up the mess than hear him yell.

He’s also started to make this face. He thrusts out his jaw and sets his teeth. Like, “Go ahead and try me. I won’t do it.” Very cunning, this little punk.