Noah woke me last night, yelling, "Mom! Dad! come here!" It was after 11 and I ran to his room, heart beating with fear. He was in the bathroom and bleeding - and for an instant I was filled with terror. Thankfully, it was just a lost tooth!
He went to bed, happy with his achievement, and filled with the boyish excitement of looking at a bloody tooth. I went back to bed, grateful he was ok, and reminding myself to sneak back in with money before he woke up in the morning.
Of course, it didn't happen. And I didn't remember until the alarm went off and I headed for his room. I realized it in time to slip a dollar out of Tim's wallet and under his pillow before he awoke.
He is normally slow to wake but this morning he instantly reached under his pillow, ready for the gift. Instantly his frowning face moaned in disgust, "Only a dollar?! Geez, I get a dollar for a baby tooth!"
To which I quickly corrected and reminded him that all teeth he looses are baby teeth and that he should be grateful for any amount the tooth fairy gave. (After all we're in a recession!)
As we sat at the table, waiting for the bus, I could tell something was on his mind. He told me that he was worried about eating at school and guessed he'd be hungry for a few days. I explained that he could still eat, he'd just have to be careful as the gum would be tender. "Yes, Mom, I know that but I lost my tooth on my eating side," he said. Chuckling, I asked him what that meant. Apparently, he has one side of his mouth he uses for food and the other for candy and gum. This loss just messed everything up!
I've laughed all day, wondering how he made he through lunch.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
my funny valentine
Noah has been so cute and funny lately. Every time he comes off with some funny line, I say to myself, "I should write that down!" but I don't and then I forget. So, I thought I'd share some of his recent lines. I may come back from time to time and add new ones.
The other night he was watching a cartoon before bed and called to me from the other room. "Mom! I really want this!" (this is an every commercial kind of thing) but I said "What?"He said, "Blendypens (or something) they are so cool!"I kind of dismissed it, said ok, and went on because like I said above, he wants every commercial-item he sees. Even non-toys. He thinks the "white castle burger" creator is the best thing ever and insists we need one! Anyway, I went back to folding clothes. Moments later he calls out, "Did you call? Supplies may be limited!"
Tuesday he went to see his new pediatrician. She ordered lab work, which he wasn't thrilled about because he does not like needles. However, by the time they called his name, he was better - or so I thought. He wanted to be big and didn't want Mom to go with him. So I waited in the reading room. A few minutes later I hear him scream and my stomach flips, fearing the worst. But, I know he doesn't like needles so I hold out, hoping they will come and get me if something was wrong. He comes down the hall later, teary eyed and sniffling and we leave. (Really he was very upset and we had to calm down in the reading room prior to leaving but that is another story....)
Anyway, I have him tell me the story of what happened. In his words..."When I got in the room I was getting a little freaked out. I told the lady, I don't think I can do this today. Maybe we should reschedule." :) Turns out the screams were a result from her not listening to his request!
Then, this morning I got ready in his bathroom because I woke up at 4:00 a.m. Our bathroom is right off our bedroom and I didn't want to wake up Tim. When I got Noah up for school, I told him to go brush his teeth and hair. Later, I realize he didn't do either and asked him why. He said, "Cuz you girled up the bathroom." Laughing out loud, I asked what that meant. Apparently, he was not able to bypass my makeup, hairdryer and styling products to get to the sink. It cramped his style!
Just wanted to share a bit of my funny world!
The other night he was watching a cartoon before bed and called to me from the other room. "Mom! I really want this!" (this is an every commercial kind of thing) but I said "What?"He said, "Blendypens (or something) they are so cool!"I kind of dismissed it, said ok, and went on because like I said above, he wants every commercial-item he sees. Even non-toys. He thinks the "white castle burger" creator is the best thing ever and insists we need one! Anyway, I went back to folding clothes. Moments later he calls out, "Did you call? Supplies may be limited!"
Tuesday he went to see his new pediatrician. She ordered lab work, which he wasn't thrilled about because he does not like needles. However, by the time they called his name, he was better - or so I thought. He wanted to be big and didn't want Mom to go with him. So I waited in the reading room. A few minutes later I hear him scream and my stomach flips, fearing the worst. But, I know he doesn't like needles so I hold out, hoping they will come and get me if something was wrong. He comes down the hall later, teary eyed and sniffling and we leave. (Really he was very upset and we had to calm down in the reading room prior to leaving but that is another story....)
Anyway, I have him tell me the story of what happened. In his words..."When I got in the room I was getting a little freaked out. I told the lady, I don't think I can do this today. Maybe we should reschedule." :) Turns out the screams were a result from her not listening to his request!
Then, this morning I got ready in his bathroom because I woke up at 4:00 a.m. Our bathroom is right off our bedroom and I didn't want to wake up Tim. When I got Noah up for school, I told him to go brush his teeth and hair. Later, I realize he didn't do either and asked him why. He said, "Cuz you girled up the bathroom." Laughing out loud, I asked what that meant. Apparently, he was not able to bypass my makeup, hairdryer and styling products to get to the sink. It cramped his style!
Just wanted to share a bit of my funny world!
Noah's squeamish tummy
I don't think Noah will grow up to be a doctor, or anything else that requires a stomach of steel.
From early on, he had a weak stomach. I at first thought it only included the normal things like blood from a scraped knee. However, I can learned the first year he was big enough to carve pumpkins, it didn't take much. I asked him to 'gut' the pumpkin, something most kids get a kick out of and he nearly got sick! He started gagging and teary eyed, asked to quit. Who knew this family fun activity would be so traumatic.
Maybe it isn't funny but his expressions and the ability to run at instant notice, makes me chuckle. One day, I became choked on drink, laughed and it came out my nose. He leaped off my lap and ran in his room, closing the door. I told him I was lucky nothing worse happened, as I knew he didn't have my back! Of course, I should have remembered this from my wreck because he always left the room when my bandages had to be changed.
If I'm cleaning out his ears, he has to close his eyes because he can't handle looking at the wax. I wondered if he would outgrow it but Tim cleaned his ears this morning and showed him one. Instantly Noah gagged and said, "Please don't do that again, Dad!" I guess some things don't change.
And this Easter, I tried a new activity of blowing eggs instead of boiling them. I thought he might like the activity and would enjoy blowing yolk across the yard with his Dad. It took one blow from his Dad's egg to turn him off. He took off for the house saying, "Sorry Mom but I just can't do that!" I had to wash them, wipe them and let them dry before he would get anywhere close to them to paint!
And as I write this, I can hear my husband laughing at me. Some things I am ok with but some I am not. Maybe Noah gets his gag reflex from his mom. Hey, we can't be tough everywhere!
From early on, he had a weak stomach. I at first thought it only included the normal things like blood from a scraped knee. However, I can learned the first year he was big enough to carve pumpkins, it didn't take much. I asked him to 'gut' the pumpkin, something most kids get a kick out of and he nearly got sick! He started gagging and teary eyed, asked to quit. Who knew this family fun activity would be so traumatic.
Maybe it isn't funny but his expressions and the ability to run at instant notice, makes me chuckle. One day, I became choked on drink, laughed and it came out my nose. He leaped off my lap and ran in his room, closing the door. I told him I was lucky nothing worse happened, as I knew he didn't have my back! Of course, I should have remembered this from my wreck because he always left the room when my bandages had to be changed.
If I'm cleaning out his ears, he has to close his eyes because he can't handle looking at the wax. I wondered if he would outgrow it but Tim cleaned his ears this morning and showed him one. Instantly Noah gagged and said, "Please don't do that again, Dad!" I guess some things don't change.
And this Easter, I tried a new activity of blowing eggs instead of boiling them. I thought he might like the activity and would enjoy blowing yolk across the yard with his Dad. It took one blow from his Dad's egg to turn him off. He took off for the house saying, "Sorry Mom but I just can't do that!" I had to wash them, wipe them and let them dry before he would get anywhere close to them to paint!
And as I write this, I can hear my husband laughing at me. Some things I am ok with but some I am not. Maybe Noah gets his gag reflex from his mom. Hey, we can't be tough everywhere!
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