Now, to update you on Triscuit and Toblerone.
Triscuit
He's creeping up on his 10th birthday. It's so hard to believe that I have an almost 10 year old. Where does the time go? I think if that question was answered easily, we would find SOME way to slow it down. He's the same Triscuit...just more of an attitude. He thinks he knows it all and loves to argue his way out of every little thing. Tonight, he was dancing around like he had to pee. Conversation was as follows:
Mum: (observing his "pee pee dance") "Triscuit! Stop dancing around and go to the bathroom!"
Triscuit: "But MOOOOM! I don't have to go!"
Mum: (gives it about 2 minutes...all the while STILL noticing the "pee pee dance") "TRISCUIT! NOW!"
Triscuit: "I DON'T HAVE TO GO!"
Mum: "Seriously, son??? You're holding yourself, dancing around like you're walking on hot coals! GO!"
Triscuit: (stands completely still...yet I could have sworn for a split second that his eyeballs had turned yellow) "Mom. I'm standing still. I DON'T have to go! If I had to go, I would know *rolls eyes*."
Less than 2 seconds later, I hear the sound of stomping feet up the stairs and a slam of the bathroom door.
Yeah...Mom knows NOTHING!
He's very sarcastic, yet doesn't seem to catch on to "the queen (me, of course) of sarcasm". My Facebook friends know this story, but it was too funny not to share with you, too.
On our way out to a birthday party yesterday (Saturday), it was silent in the car...except for the radio. All of the sudden, Triscuit pops off with this question:
Triscuit: "Mom? Was I born to be a jerk, like Daddy?"
Mum: (TOTALLY flabbergasted) "TRISCUIT! That wasn't nice! Why would you ask such a question?"
Triscuit: "You call Daddy a "jerk" all the time...I was just wondering."
Uhhhmmmm....yeah. In my defense, my "jerk" label to the hubby is always ALWAYS said in jest....and usually when he touches my belly button (I can't STAND my belly button being messed with). I have NEVER called the hubby a "jerk" and meant it. "Weenie"? Yes. "Jerk"? NO!
He's growing (as every kid does until they reach 20-25 years old), but still has the issue of not gaining weight. He's grown an inch since September (standing at 4'7) and has LOST 3 pounds (thanks to influenza). He eats a TON...just doesn't gain weight. I blame the ADHD (and the husband for the extremely fast metabolism). He's still loving going to a "normal" school, but struggles with reading comprehension and math. He loves anything to do with history and science, but his "love" of reading just isn't there (nor is it for math). I was the exact same way! I'm to blame for THAT one.
Toblerone
Toblerone is a few months away from his 5th birthday. He started preschool this year (standing 2 heads above the rest of his peers...he's 4'4). I was told before he started school that this would be a tough year on his immune system. Whomever told me that wasn't kidding. It seemed he was sick more often than he was well. I swear, this kid caught almost every "bug" that cropped up. Since he was 2 years old (and his bout with croup), he has had problems with wheezing when he catches a cold. It seems to go straight to his chest. Breathing treatments galore! This last time (about a month ago), he was diagnosed with "acute/intermittent asthma". I wasn't happy with that diagnosis (just because I had severe asthma as a teen), but we've learned to cope with it. What did they give him? Steroids. *Clapping*...GOODY! Give the "Hulk" steroids! BRILLIANT move! I know it was necessary for him to get over it, but man...talk about a less than fun 5 days. It increased his appetite (not too bad), made him hyper (I'm sure the albuterol helped *sarcasm*), and sort of seemed to make him moody. The hubby and I have nicknamed him "Beaker". For those of you that are familiar with "The Muppets", imagine every time your child dislikes something, he goes into this high pitched, unrecognizable, SQUEAL. It could have been something as simple as this:
Mum: "Toblerone...time for bed."
Toblerone: *voice goes up 10 octives* "BUT Mooom...mee mee Mee ME ME ME, MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
He must have KNOWN this gets to us, so now, every time he dislikes a request, it's "Beaker" time. Anyone have ear plugs?
As annoying as this can be, he's still pretty funny. He may be "little" (referring to age only), but the kid is hilarious...and he knows it. There are a few choice phrases he's used over the past few months that have left me wondering if I'VE been the guilty party of speaking them in front of him. A four year old shouldn't know how to misconstrue simple words. Examples:
Example one: While watching "Wipe Out", a girl on there biffed it REALLY hard.
Toblerone: "*gasp*! TRITHCUIT! That girl got THPANKED!"
Example two: Triscuit did something that REALLY made Toblerone mad.
Toblerone: "TRITHCUIT! You're mean...and you're a LOOTHER!" (he got a spanking on that one).
Example three: They were eating lollipops, and Toblerone decides to completely CHOW down on his.
Triscuit: "NO! Don't bite it...you'll break your teeth!"
Toblerone: "Mom? Can we THUCK it (emphasis on "suck")?"
Mum: "Please don't chew it, and yes...suck on it."
Toblerone: "TRISCUIT! Mom thaid to THUCK it!"
There is sooooooo much more to share with you (regarding BOTH children), but it's almost 10 o'clock and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I will try my hardest (yes, Ren Ren, I WILL!) to keep up this time. I'm not just doing this for you all...I'm doing this for me (and for them). I want them to know when they are older, that Mommy and Daddy found joy in every little thing that they did. I don't care what they grow up to be, what mistakes they've made (or will make)...Mommy and Daddy have been there and we understand. We find it adorable, cute, and funny MOST of the time...and sometimes, we have to punish behaviors that can become troublesome as they get older (like Toblerone's "Looser" comment. Yes, it's funny...but hurtful. You parents understand....I know you do).
