Another Day at the Office

 

DAY 1

In preparation for Sissy's half-day camp in the morning, we discussed what she would like to take for a snack.

 

Sissy: All the other kids get to take JUNK FOOD! I am NOT taking anything that we have here!

 

Me: I'm not buying junk food. And I'm sure the kids don't take junk food to this particular camp.

 

Sissy (tearfully): Yes, they DO! They ALWAYS have junk food!

 

Dad: Well, we have some leftover Zebra Cakes from the camping trip...

 

Sissy: Okay! I'll take those!

 

Me: Okay, but don't advertise that you have a Zebra Cake because I am SO EMBARRASSED to be sending you with junk food for a snack.

 

DAY 2

Since it turned out that someone (Sissy) had eaten all but one of the Zebra Cakes so that there was only one to take but four days of camp, we are at the co-op looking for camp snacks that we can agree on that she can take for the rest of the week.

 

Sissy: Oooooh! Nectarines! I'll take those for my snack!

 

Me: Okay, what else do you want?

 

Sissy: That's it. Just the nectarines. All the other kids had just berries for their snack today.

 

Me: What?!? You told me that they ALL would have junk food!!

 

Sissy: Yeah. They all had berries, so I just looked at my Zebra Cake like I didn't know what it was and said, "What? What is this THING that my MOM sent?!!

 

*sigh*

 



Crazy Talk

Snacks has been talking in his sleep for as long as I can remember. I used to run in to his room when he sat up and try to make sense of what he was saying. I'd try to get him to repeat himself; tell me what he needed and try to calm him if he was agitated, which typically didn't work.

Until I finally learned that even though his eyes are open and he's sitting up in bed, he's ASLEEP and not rational. So now I just do the best I can to try to get him to lie back down without engaging him in conversation.

Tonight when he sat up and gestured to me and said, "I need something fat...," I just kissed him, laid him back down and said, "Okay, honey, I'll go right out and get that for you."

And back to sleep he went.

Bath Time

Since Sissy was born her dad has given her virtually all of her baths. Tonight we changed the schedule around and I had a turn. I didn't realize what I'd been missing...

Sweet Memories

I want to remember forever that today, at 4 a.m., Snacks and I held hands as we walked across the empty parking lot--our coats over our pajamas; Snacks' fleece pant legs stuffed into his boots--and into the grocery store. We were on a Croup Ride and we decided ice cream was just the thing to make him feel better.

He chose Party Mint, and on the way out we saw a table where he could write a letter to Santa:

Dear Santa,

I will be at home and at Grampy's.

Love,

Snacks

P.S. I want an electric Polar Express Christmas train.

And then we walked out, holding hands across the still-empty lot, to drive home and eat our ice cream for breakfast.