Mucus To My Ears
Ryan has his second cold in as many months, and though I was able to battle away the three-pronged family plague that hit everyone last time, this one has landed square in my membrane. It was if I literally swallowed a bug -- I was feeling fine all day yesterday, I get home, Ainsley says Ryan has a cold, and right away my throat started to hurt.
Tried to go to bed 'early', but just as I was dozing off, Ryan woke up with a coughing/crying fit of asthmatic hysteria, choking out a phlegmmy jellyfish onto my chest that looked like the cheese on a pizza commercial.
Then my alarm went off at midnight, since Ryan has Happy Hands and likes to push buttons.
Then Erin was up two, maybe seven times, who knows, before the garbage truck arrived at 5:01.
Okay, Ainsley knows.
Ryan was a little better tonight, and better behaved, too. He gets to the hyper/rude/toddler point where we're just angry with him all the time, and it's exhausting. Yell at him, Erin starts crying. I can see the good in our little Darth from time to time, though: last night he was bouncing around on the changing table, swatting, being loud, saying 'no' an awful lot, when I told him he had something new in his knickknack shelf. He blew it off, yeah, I know, the little plane pin, seen it, whatever. "No, not the plane -- something you haven't seen before."
He stopped dead, and the most beautiful smile came over his face while he scanned the little boxes for something new. "Where?" he asked in a small whisper, like a kid hearing about Santa Claus for the first time. I handed him the "Friendship Pin" from my last TDY, with an American and Turkish flag set next to each other. We discussed how the latter had a crescent moon like the one on his wall. And he was all "May I please" the rest of the night.
To top off the fun, Erin crawled a good four or five knee-steps (towards the Russian churches music box in the middle of the floor), then watched and giggled and swung around on her haunches trying to keep Ryan, jogging around with his duvet as a cape, in full view.
I'm off to down some NyQuil.
Tried to go to bed 'early', but just as I was dozing off, Ryan woke up with a coughing/crying fit of asthmatic hysteria, choking out a phlegmmy jellyfish onto my chest that looked like the cheese on a pizza commercial.
Then my alarm went off at midnight, since Ryan has Happy Hands and likes to push buttons.
Then Erin was up two, maybe seven times, who knows, before the garbage truck arrived at 5:01.
Okay, Ainsley knows.
Ryan was a little better tonight, and better behaved, too. He gets to the hyper/rude/toddler point where we're just angry with him all the time, and it's exhausting. Yell at him, Erin starts crying. I can see the good in our little Darth from time to time, though: last night he was bouncing around on the changing table, swatting, being loud, saying 'no' an awful lot, when I told him he had something new in his knickknack shelf. He blew it off, yeah, I know, the little plane pin, seen it, whatever. "No, not the plane -- something you haven't seen before."
He stopped dead, and the most beautiful smile came over his face while he scanned the little boxes for something new. "Where?" he asked in a small whisper, like a kid hearing about Santa Claus for the first time. I handed him the "Friendship Pin" from my last TDY, with an American and Turkish flag set next to each other. We discussed how the latter had a crescent moon like the one on his wall. And he was all "May I please" the rest of the night.
To top off the fun, Erin crawled a good four or five knee-steps (towards the Russian churches music box in the middle of the floor), then watched and giggled and swung around on her haunches trying to keep Ryan, jogging around with his duvet as a cape, in full view.
I'm off to down some NyQuil.
posted by Dan at 9:07 PM
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