Cancelled

So, we've had a bit of snow this week. We got a foot dumped on us on Tuesday afternoon. Luckily, Chris made it to school Monday and Tuesday, but he's had the rest of the week off. He's been bugging me daily to ride the Bus. Weird for him and I. His appointment at Riley was cancelled on Tuesday because his specialist couldn't make it in. I was actually a bit bummed about that. Tuesday, though, he made my day, he literally split my lunch with me, I didn't have to bug him once and he ate more than 20 bites of cheesy bread. (cheesey lean pockets) I lost count! When was the last time that happened? Then he told me he wanted to cuddle (Tayos). Something about all this snow is making him eat better, not large quantities, he's still down to 2-3 drinks a day, but for example he's been requesting Applesauce, And eating it! Maybe the Periactin is doing a good thing.

But we've kept him busy. Wednesday we took a break from massive Snow Day TV watching (the entire PBS morning lineup) to go out and play in the snow. Chris was apprehensive at first, but when I told him that we were going to build a Snowman. He was thrilled.



He wore his same snowsuit from last year, as it still fit. There's a perk for a boy not growing, and he was adorable. He was definitely braver than last year. We didn't have to pull him into the snow, he just followed Mommy. He thought I was crazy when I flopped down to do a Snow Angel. He teetered back and forth for a bit, but as he usually work so hard to NOT fall down, falling down on purpose was a whole new concept. I gave him a tip, and into the snow he went, and he made a great snow angel. Getting up was a bit trickier, as we both got a bit stuck. After Snow Angels, we worked hard on making a Snowman. It wasn't easy, because the snow was so light and fluffy, it just didn't want to pat down. However, that was the part Chris did best, pat pat pat. He'd pick up some snow and let it drift onto our snow man, or snowcone as he ended up looking more like. Chris's favorite part was decorating! I put the scarf on, and Chris just patted it and patted it. Then it was time for eyes, and I grabbed some dried flower pieces, just enough for eyes, nose, mouth. Chris didn't think it was enough, and kept trudging back to the garden for more parts. He was adorable, calling out "Need more Stits!" (sticks) If I hadn't put a stop to it, our snowman would've had 8 arms, and 5 noses.



Chris woke pretty much at 6:30 yesterday when the phone rang telling us Brownsburg had no school, which he wasn't headed there anyway. Today, they gave us advance warning, being polite and calling last night when we were still up! It was much was too early for him. Consequently, he was a boy on the edge. Yesterday, we actually left the house, and went up to the Trader's Point indoor park, and had a picnic lunch with our MOPS group. It was so much fun. The park is like a McDonald's or Chick Fil-A indoor playground, but on steroids, it's 2-3 stories tall, filling half the size of an elementary gymnasium. He started to get snipsy at the park, but every time I asked if he wanted to go home, he refused. But he didn't want to leave. In fact he melted down as I dragged him out. At one point, I saw him running with a Thomas the train. It wasn't ours, nor as it turned out did it belong to anyone from our group. Turns out it was a whistle, and I was NOT fast enough to stop him from blowing on it. So, mark my words, if he ends up sick again in the next couple days, I know it will be because of Typhoid Thomas. Once we got moving, he was ok, but he had such a good time, even though because he's so tiny, he can't climb all the stuff there is to climb, I was very proud that he was out there trying, with some of the bigger kids.



He remained fairly snipsy once we got home. He didn't want to nap, I finally had to curl up in bed with him, and he kept calling out. But last night, he slept much better. He just woke up instantly hollering to Watch TV. It's like if he has a choice, watch tv, or go to school. That's all he wants to do. Ever. You should see the meltdowns if I say no. We had 2 TV free days this week, and that was huge progress, sometimes I can have success with a tv free morning, but I'm done fighting by afternoon/evening. Today was not a morning for me to fight, he's watching SuperWhy, and he loves it. But it begs the question...Why do we have all these toys?

Let me leave you with a story that completely changes the subject, but had Mommy and Daddy rolling on the floor. The night before last, Eric and Chris were having Bath Time. Eric has discovered that bath time is a great time for him to do little things around the house, not too far away from the bathroom, popping in periodically to check on a boy, or play Peek-a-boo, while Mommy plays computer, or sews. Anyway, Eric popped back into the bathroom at one point, and Chris was mumbling to himself. Actually, more specifically, he was talking to his "Pee Pee".
Eric asked him, "Do you think your Peepee talks?
"Yes. It does." Chris replied calmly.
Curious, Eric asked, "What does it say?"
"I'm a Pee Pee!"