Spring is here and the diapers haven’t even melted yet. Every morning I’ve been playing Waffle House with my new cast iron two-burner griddle. The item apparently on the boys’ menu is pancakes. I mixed it up one day and made them SpongeBob Eggs.
Isaac ate his right up, but Ian only wanted to talk to his. I finally cut it into pieces and said it was a Sponge Bob puzzle for his belly to do.
Elijah had his PET/CT scans last Tuesday. They looked quite clear and he will start his maintenance course of chemo on next Tuesday – yay! That means we have to go up only once every 3 weeks.
I’m a million years behind on my documentation, so here is a quick run-down of items for the personal archives – no story line, no fancy transitions – nothing.
One day, I hear from the shower, “Bong! Bong!” “Ouch, Ian! That’s not a bell!!” I’ll let your imagination fill in the details.
Ian has the most adorable new word. I’ll use it in a sentence. “Ian, where are your shoes?” “I don’t underknow.” He does have a way of phrasing things quite effectively. We’ve had the pleasure of entertaining a stomach virus at our house this week. Ian told me his tummy hurt. I asked him if it hurt like he had to poop. He laid on the floor and said, “It hurts like I want to lay right here until I get up.” That’s pretty much exactly my sentiment.
I taught Ian about Elijah’s soft spot on his head. I described that it is a place on his head that has no bone yet. When Brian came home, Ian said, “Elijah doesn’t have any bones there. I gived him one of my bones so he could be safe.”
While playing outside one evening, Isaac looked up at the crescent in the sky and exclaimed, “The moon is chomped!”
Ian likes to make random announcements to invisible spectators. One time while playing blocks with him, Ian stood up and faced his audience saying, “Hi, my name is Ian. I’m building a tower and this (motioning) is my best friend, Mom.”
While on a walk, we acknowledged Ian’s friendly gesture of waving to a passing car. He said, “I was a gentleman!”