Happy (Belated) Easter!

I FINALLY figured out the video option on my new camera I got for Christmas....JUST in time for Easter! WOOT!

The first video is of Triscuit and Toblerone after their Easter Egg hunt. Since it was my first attempt at video-ing, it's a little off center.

The second video is Triscuit giving a short (yet sweet) reason for Easter. His FIRST answer (in the car on the way up north to my parents house) was "to find eggs". We had to remind him of the REAL reason. Then, he says hello to his 2 Great Grandma's in Nebraska. He didn't realize he was being videoed until I told him. Check out the face after I tell him. LOL!!!

The third video is of Toblerone. I tried to get him to talk during this one, but he was really only interesting in stuffing his face (I shouldn't have let him eat that much candy...you'll read why in a minute).

As SOON as I shut the camera off, he decided to talk more. I quickly turned it back on and caught a few snippets of him talking about what he had and where we were.

About 2 hours after the snarfing video was taken, he woke up rather abruptly from his nap (he fell asleep on ME) CRYING, then "FREW UP" all over. Guess where it ended up? Yup...all over me. I was SOAKED with puke! My shirt was soaked, my pants were soaked, it went down my bra and in my hair! Thank God my Mom had kept some of my grandmother's clothes after she passed away last year. Minus a 9 inch height difference, we wore the same size. I ended up having to take a shower at my parents house. After that whole fiasco, I was done and ready to go home. After these past few weeks, I could go the rest of my life without seeing throw up. The Sister's birthday is this week and she wants to go back to Imperial Beach for her birthday. We will be leaving early Friday morning and returning on Sunday night. I'm ready for a break!

It was a REALLY good Easter. The kids had fun and we had a nice, relaxing day (up to the puke fest).

I hope you all had a wonderful Easter weekend!

Ith Thuck

We are still working on potty training Toblerone. Because he's such a huge child, the potty chair quickly became too small to accommodate his rather large behind. The regular toilet frightens him, so we are stuck right now. Ren Ren found this on the Internet....I'm thinking seriously of talking to Weenie about it. It will save the questioning of the "fur" later in his little life....

What brought me to this subject (yet again)? Well, last night, while changing Toblerone's diaper, he looked at me and said:

Toblerone: "Mama...ith thuck"

Mum: "What's stuck?"

Toblerone: "Mama...Toblerone's pee pee thuck."

Mum: "No...your pee pee is supposed to be there. It doesn't come off, Luv."

Toblerone: "No...pee pee thuck. Pee pee off."

Mum: *laughing*.."Your pee pee doesn't come off, Toblerone."

Toblerone: *trying to pull his pee pee off*

Mum: "Toblerone! Leave it alone! You're going to hurt yourself!"

Toblerone: "Mama. Toblerone pee pee thuck...Daddy fithit (fix it)."

Whenever something gets broken or needs to be put together, Weenie is the handy man and hero to all that is needing help...plastic and flesh alike.

During this conversation between Toblerone and I, Weenie was putting together yet another Lego Star Wars ship at the dining room table. He looked up from his instruction manual with this look on his face.




Mum: "Yeah Daddy...Toblerone's pee pee "ith thuck". Daddy needs to "fithit".

Again, Weenie gives me this look.

Mum: "Little does he know that this is a valuable appendage."

He smiles, shakes his head and resumes Lego-ing. He's a man of little words...especially when he's fulfilling his Lego addiction.

Meanwhile, I put a new diaper on Toblerone and fully expect him to get up and run off. He just laid there....looking at me as if to say, "Well???"

Mum: "Toblerone....go play."

Toblerone: "Pee pee thuck."

OK....how many times do you have to say, "IT DOESN'T COME OFF!"

Mum: *Deciding to talk on HIS level* "Toblerone. Pee pee no off. Pee pee stay on."

Toblerone seemed to except my attempt at toddler speak and ran off.

The next thing I knew, he climbed up on the chair in the living room, then up on the arm of the chair, flapping his arms like a bird and saying:

Toblerone: "Toblerone fly! Toblerone AMATHING (amazing)!"

What do the two have in common? I have no clue, but one occured right after the other. What was going throught his mind? I don't know, but it was funny!

Frow Up!

During this recent wave of sickness (which involved basic cold symptoms and a really nasty, juicy cough), Toblerone was coughing SO much that he was throwing up. While trying to calm his cough a few days ago, he gagged just enough to get a little of the "ick" inside of his mouth. This look of sheer disgust comes over his face (kind of like this...minus the hat):

Toblerone: "Toblerone no like."

Mum: "I know sweetie....I'm sorry"

Then, he completes the experience by actually throwing up...in his bed. Through tears, he says,

Toblerone: "Toblerone frow up. Toblerone no like frow up. Mommy change gankets (blankets)."

While I'm changing his sheets, I hear this "splash". Then, I hear another "splash". Yup...the poor kid threw up twice on his floor. Again, through tears, he says:

Toblerone: "Toblerone froooooow up! Toblerone no like frow up! Toblerone sowwy Mama!"

As gross as it is cleaning up puke at quarter to five in the morning, I don't want him to be sorry! He couldn't help it!

He's feeling better today...thank GOD. Still has a slight fever, but he's running around as usual asking for "joo-wes" (Juice).

INCOMING!!!!

*sigh*....We have survived yet another wave of sickness that barrelled through the household. Triscuit got it first, then Toblerone....now MUM is fighting it. Oh well. Such is life!

DADA!! A BUGGY!!!

Have you ever seen these?

They're "Crane Flies". We refer to them as "Mosquito Eaters". They are HUGE mosquito-like bugs...but they feed on nectar. These suckers are ALL OVER the place right now. Toblerone has a fear of bugs...and especially these things. I don't know why...it's not like they can hurt him, but HE doesn't know that!

Because it's been so nice here, I was working in the yard and left the back door open. Little did I know, I let about 5 of these things in the house. I didn't realize this until it was time for their baths. Because Toblerone is so big and strong, I have to have Weenie give him a bath. He freaks out when you pour water over his head. He flails about and it takes every ounce of strength to keep him IN the bathtub! Well, this particular evening, Weenie put them in the tub for them to play for a while. While bringing his diaper downstairs to dispose of, we heard Toblerone SCREAM a blood curdling scream then we hear:

*Squeak* *THUD THUD THUD*

The next thing we know, there is a wet, stark naked child stomping around upstairs saying:

Toblerone: "DADA!!! A BUGGY!!! GET IT! GET IT!!!!"

We were BOTH cracking up SO hard! Weenie, being the hero that he is, grabbed the thing by the wings and set it free outside. We managed to calm him down enough for him to get BACK into the bathtub. Again, Weenie steps away for a second to let them play, when we hear it again....

*SQUEAK*....*THUD THUD THUD*


Toblerone: "DADA!!! BUGGY!!!!! GET IT!!!!"

Weenie runs back upstairs, but THIS time, no bug. BUT...we spy a Triscuit in the bathtub LAUGHING his head off.

We calm Toblerone down again and put him BACK in the tub. THIS time, Weenie stays there. Then, Triscuit does this...."

Triscuit: "Toblerone! Is that a BUG???"

Toblerone doesn't even stop to LOOK. He starts SHRIEKING again and cries:

Toblerone: "DADA!!! BUGGY!!!!" All the while trying to scramble out of the bathtub.

Ahhh....we found the culprit. An annoying Triscuit fly that likes to scare the crap out of his little brother.

Stinker!

The Continuing Saga Of Sir Spaz-A-Lot

I took Triscuit back to the behavioral specialist a little over a week ago. Things are better regarding his attention span/focus, but towards the 3rd week of him beginning his medication, I noticed it wearing off 4 hours after he took it. Since it takes about an hour for it to kick in, he only had 3 hours of focal ability. That wasn't working...considering he would only get a few hours of schooling in before he started jumping around like someone was putting coals down his pants. His behavioral specialist increased his dosage from 5mg (the lowest) to 10mg per day. The concern is now his weight. The kid is shaped JUST like Weenie. Tall/Lanky and skinny! He really couldn't afford to lose any weight, but he did. He lost 3 pounds. When they lose 10% of their body weight, the docs start getting concerned. He only had 2 and 1/2 pounds to go before that 10% benchmark was reached. The decision was made to put him on a high fat/high calorie diet along with an increased amount of the med. Triscuit gets a milkshake LOADED with junk right before he goes to bed. Whole milk, Vanilla Ice Cream, Chocolate Syrup, a packet of Carnation Instant Breakfast and a few scoops of peanut butter. Blend together and you have a chocolate peanut butter shake! She instructed us to give it to him right before bed. Not only with the Tryptophane in the dairy help him sleep, the full tummy will, too. Along with the decreased appetite, he was having problems falling asleep again. Good thing he had Spring Break the week the increase in med started.

He couldn't fall asleep until after 11:00pm...and a few nights after 1:00am. Then, he would wake up at 6:00am raring to go! A few hours later, he would be really tired. I don't know many adults who could handle getting only 5 hours of sleep and be happy...so what follows is extreme crankiness. Of course, when he gets cranky, he takes it out on Toblerone. The ONE thing Triscuit hasn't gotten through his head is Toblerone is almost his size...as a matter of fact, there is only a 2 pound difference between the two of them now. Triscuit is 56 (almost 57) pounds and Toblerone is 54 pounds. I don't know how many times Weenie and I have to tell Triscuit..."DO NOT TAKE YOUR FRUSTRATIONS OUT ON YOUR LITTLE BROTHER". But does he listen? No....of course not! So, what follows is this....

Triscuit: "Toblerone! Move your head! I can't see!"

Toblerone: "NO! Triscuit take a nap!"

Triscuit: "NO! YOU take a nap!"

Toblerone: *runs over to Triscuit and hits him*

Triscuit: *screams* "OW!!!!!!!!! MOOOOOM! He hit me!!!!"

Mum: *spanks Toblerone for hitting and puts him on the couch*...."Now...Triscuit! How many times do we have to tell you to be NICE to your little brother!"

Triscuit: "But Moooom! He's in my way and he won't move!"

Mum: "If you don't change your attitude, you're going to go take a nap."

OH BOY! You would have thought I crushed his world. Oh no! I said the "N" word to a 7 year old....

Triscuit: *begins WAILING*..."NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I don't wanna take a naaaaaaaap!"

At this point, I try and explain to him what the medication is doing to him and how IMPORTANT it is for him to get some sleep. Needless to say, it doesn't work.

Mum: "If I catch you ONE more time being mean and talking to your brother like that, you WILL go to bed. Now...repeat what I just said to you."

Triscuit: "Be nice or I will go take a nap."

Not even an hour later, it all starts again. Toblerone wanted to sit next to Triscuit and watch "Beverly Hills Chihuahua". Triscuit wasn't having it.

Triscuit: "No Toblerone! Get down!"

Toblerone: *gives him a confused look*

Triscuit: "I want to be by myself! Leave me alone!"

Toblerone: *sensing Triscuits hostility begins to react in a normal 2 year old fashion* "NO! Triscuit MEEEEAAAAN! *SMACK*

Mum: *sigh*

I stop doing dishes and break up the fight. Toblerone got spanked...yet again...while I sent Triscuit to his room for a nap. On his way up the stairs I hear....

Triscuit: "You don't love me! You don't want me around!"

WHOA! Where did THAT come from???? It made me feel bad but it also made me MAD. I understand that he's not in his right mind because he's tired and not eating a whole lot, but COME on! That was a LOW blow!

I follow him upstairs and while remaining calm, explain to him...YET AGAIN...that I told him ONCE to be nice to his brother. I reminded him of what the agreement was...if he was mean again, he would be taking a nap. He understood the "nap" thing, but here was his statement....

Triscuit: "You always send me away when I'm in trouble. You just don't want me around. You love Toblerone MORE than me!"

Ouch. That hurt. NO mother wants to hear those words. So, I tried to explain to him WHY he gets sent to his room. Not only to calm down, but to separate the TWO of them. They BOTH needed to cool off. I also explained that NO...I DO NOT love Toblerone more than him. I love them BOTH. There is enough "Mommy" to go around. I punish Toblerone in a way he can understand and then punish Triscuit in the way HE understands. I am not "wanting" him to be away from me, but instead, wanting him to think about what he did. My explanation seemed to calm things down....for now, anyway.

One of the things I've noticed since he's been on this medication is he's becoming more in tuned to his emotions. Instead of just crying when he feels an overwhelming wave of emotion, he's starting to express them with words. He seems to be a LOT more sensitive now when it comes to specific things (like the whole "you don't love me" thing). I am SO happy that he's able to recognize his feelings and express them appropriately, but imagine how HE feels. All those years of not really being able to express himself...then all of the sudden...BOOM! I don't know if it's a relief for him or more of a frustration. Only time will tell. I will be talking to his behavioral specialist about this at the end of the week. Hopefully, it's a positive thing and not just a side effect from the med.

Anal Retentive? Who....ME???

OK OK....I know....stop yelling at me. I've been absent, yet again, but I have resolved to catch up on my blogging duties.

Ever since Toblerone got sick, I've caught the cleaning bug. I've been using Pine-Sol in laundry, disinfecting bathrooms (hurp hurp), anally cleaning the kitchen every time there are dishes, etc..etc. Need I go on? I feel as though I'm "nesting" (minus the bun in the oven, of course). And no...there is NO chance of that happening again. Having a Tubal Ligation was one of the better decisions I've made!!!!

So...on to my blogging. It may take me a few days to catch up, but I will get there!