Aiden has now moved into the talking phase that I must compare with an episode of âGet Smart.â
He ran over to us while playing a computer game and declared, âShopting Beg!â My wife looked at him and said, âShopping Bag?â He quickly corrected âNo! Not Shopting Beg⊠Shopting Beg!â After a moment, she tried again, âSomething Big?â âOoh, yeah!â
There was an episode of âGet Smartâ in the 1960âs that really drove home this amusing breakdown in communication. If featured a less-than-Asian villain known as the âCraw.â (The exchange can be seen on YouTube at this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftgAG3Vnif8 )
Today has been a horridly slow day at home. Aiden and Heather both have the sinus disaster that I had on Friday. As a toddler, this means Aiden is a fountain of mucus. He knows how to get a tissue and wipe off his face; he just doesnât do it with much accuracy or intent.
We both took a pretty big brunt of this last night. When Aiden is sick the treatment is typically Motrin. This means that Heather must be awoken because I canât touch the stuff. Apparently, my big drug allergy is Ibuprofen and liquid Motrin causes my fingers and hands to rash and swell. Whee. Once that was done; I fielded him as he coughed and sneezed himself awake the next 3-4 times throughout the night.
Typically we try to keep Aidenâs computer and TV time down on the weekend. When heâs sick, this tends to be relaxed. With him sick, Mama sick, and Daddy falling asleep⊠all bets are off. 3 episodes of âTeen Titansâ and 2 hours of http://Starfall.com later and it is lunchtime and hopefully nap time soon.
Naptime affords me time to continue to study up on my toddler-pidgin English. The time at least may give me a change to screw my head back on enough to face another 4 hours of honange (Orange).
I love my boy. âș