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Around 5:30 this morning I was sitting and eating, well.... eating popcorn with my 3 year old.  We were munching in companionable silence when my son suddenly looked at me with a most intent expression.

"Mom, I was throwing up and Sister took me to the bathroom and then we lay on the sofa and I was still throwing up."  He paused awaiting a response.

I was more than a little floored.  He was talking about the stomach virus he had in March- a full 3 months ago.  It precipitated his first (hopefully only) metabolic meltdown.  I had already taken his 5 year old brother to the hospital and his big sister was caring for the 3 year old because Dad was sick with the same virus.

My 3 yo continued. His facial expressions filling in for his linguistic shortcomings as he narrated the entire event from his point of view.  Evidently the ambulance was noteworthy because they had "a pokey thing."  -The I.V. of course.

Why he needed to discuss this with me this morning I don't know.  I do know he needed it.  He needed to narrate the events.  He needed to talk about throwing up on the sofa and see my face look sad but not angry.  He needed to hear that, "Yep, those pokey things do hurt."

I don't know what else he needed.  I'm just glad that he's processing.

We looked at this snapshot from the hospital.  He told me that he liked me and Brother being with him. I think our conversation made the event less mysteriously frightening.  Of course, I'm guessing now.  Who knows what goes on in the mind of a 3 year old?

I'm just muddling through mothering the best I can.  Evidently a.m. popcorn helps.







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My oldest son took all his siblings and a few neighbors to the Summer Dollar-Movie Series yesterday morning. Thus:
I had no idea what to do, so almost hysterical with the unlimited possibilities I called a friend to say:

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I love words.  I'll read a farming report, or Government Video if that's all that is available.


Jabberwocky is pure genius.

My husband taught our 19 year old to say vehicular locomotion when he was 19 months old.  We both thought it was hilarious to hear our son repeat it with perfect diction.  I'm not sure why. 

Recently I heard a phrase at church.  Thank you Craig.  The phrase was, "housebroken sins."  I love it.  I've been thinking about it for a couple of weeks.

Housebroken sins- you know, weaknesses/sins that are socially acceptable, things about ourselves that we don't mind admitting to.  Things we can throw out there if we want to fake being "real."

Housebroken sins don't wake anyone up in the middle of the night.