Excuse Me

Well, when last we left off, there was hope of Potty Training at this house. Yeah, No. Every time we've asked him since, he tells us No. So, we're not forcing. But there was a good day there last week. He's been a little plugged up this weekend, so we had to up the Miralax a bit and today he was much more productive. We've been lucky, last month was the first January we hadn't ended up in the ER for Constipation. We don't seem to have worked ALL the kinks out of keeping him regular, but at least we seem to be getting a better grip on it.
Last week was Christopher's first successful Full Week of school! 3 days of Developmental Preschool and 2 days at his Church Preschool. He loves School. He comes home with crafts and drawings. Last week, he made us a Valentine. He'll come with paperwork about learning letters, and I review it with him over lunch. I'm sure they do hand over hand drawing of the letters, so it's not on his own, but it sure looks like they've got him trying. He even got his Speech Therapy in with his new therapist. But it will probably take a few more visits to get him back in the therapeutic groove. I just wish he didn't growl and grunt so much. We found out this week isn't going to be a full week either, he'll be off this Friday and next Monday. I'm kind of bummed about it, for not only does he like going to school, but I am enjoying letting him go.
Now I've mentioned that Bathtime is Daddy Time. But Chris is old enough now that he plays contentedly in the tub alone, and just requires minimum presence. Consequently, Daddy pops in and out of the room. The other night he popped out to get his periactin dose, and returned to Chris and said, I've got Medicine! Chris took one look at him and said, "Oh my goodness." (Now we're not sure if this was good or bad) Lately, he's been taking his medicines, the periactin and the prevacid, both very willingly, and we think it's because he always gets a water chaser of about half an ounce or so. The only water he's getting.
And this was overheard by Chris last night as Chris was playing with his toys at bathtime: "No Nemo! Don't touch the boat!" (You know if he hadn't touched the boat the whole story wouldn't have happened)
Then to Daddy: Excuse me, could I have some hoo"k" please? (He has a fishing hook, and fish to fish for, but asking so very nicely...that's new)
Apparently, Excuse Me is a phrase he's learning at school, because though we try to teach him manners, that particular phrase isn't one we've focused on yet. And yet today at the library it struck again. It was such a nice day, but Mommy wasn't exactly physically up to getting outside, too tired to go for a long walk, so I decided to let him loose in the library. We met friends Bryn and Shay over there after naptime. Chris snuck away from me, and stood by this lovely Lego exhibit in a glass case, "Excuse me, play dis?" calling to the glass. I was only able to distract him with promises of borrowing a Curious George movie. He was thrilled and bugged us for the rest of the evening for "Toyus Chorge". When I asked him what kind of books he wanted, he told me Monsters. Amy did the hunting and we came home with a couple random monster books, tonight before bed we read, Glad Monster, Sad Monster, a book about emotions, with pages with cutout faces you can pretend to wear and pretend to be that monster. Chris isn't too comfortable with telling us his emotions yet, so this emotions book was a good find, plus he made us read it twice.
Though he may not be able to express his emotions to us, I think he has a good grasp on ours. Mommy threw her back out last week, and in spite of my insistance that I couldn't get Chris ready in the mornings, I find myself doing it, then really regretting it later. Well, Thursday, by the time I got into the car to take Chris to school, I was near tears. Chris could tell. As I was buckling my belt, he asked me, "Are you Otay?" (OK?) No babe, not really, Mommy's back hurts. Unfortunately, he's heard that reply on many occasions. So, as I continue along, and begin backing out of the driveway, I hear another sound from the backseat, his telltale click, which means either a K or G sound. I turned off the radio, and turned around, What was that honey?
"Do you need a hu"g"?" That made the tears really come.
Yes honey, Yes I do. I really did too. Since I had just nearly killed myself getting into the front seat of the car, all I could do was reach my arm back to his seat, and with both hands he gave my hand a squeeze. Honestly, it did make me feel better.