Father to Son
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Making Daddy Laugh
Another thing, since I didn't want to only post about the bad today. The other day, we were upstairs (probably watching your garbage truck video - man you love that DVD), and we decided to go downstairs. I was carrying you down the stairs asking you which room you wanted to go into, and you kept pointing towards the living room. Thinking that this wasn't good enough and that you needed to say the words, I kept asking you things like "can you use your words?" and "what room is that?" All the while, you looked at me like I was the dumbest guy you know (of course, realizing that you don't know that many guys, I probably am the dumbest guy you know...but, then again, I'm probably the smartest guy you know as well...so it all evens out in the end). Finally, after standing at the living room door for a few minutes, exasperation took over, and I said "that's the living room." You looked me dead in the eyes and said "ok...go with that!" I couldn't stop laughing at the way you said it so matter of factly.
Fevers In The Night
You certainly frightened us the other night. Actually, let me be a bit more precise, you frightened me. I don't want to pretend to speak for your mom, but my guess is that she was scared as well. You've been pretty good about sleeping through the night since you were about 1 year old, with a few exceptions, and the other night was one. You woke up crying at about 2 in the morning, and I went in to try and calm you a bit. As soon as I picked you up, I knew there was something wrong. You were burning up...seriously, you were hotter than I had ever felt another human get. I called your mom, who came in and we gave you some baby Tylenol, hoping that would help break the fever. We took you in to our bed, and tried to get you to sleep. About an hour later, you woke up again, and the fever hadn't gone down at all. We took your temperature, and depending on which thermometer we used (you've probably guessed that your mother is somewhat of a packrat, so we have like 5 thermometers) you were anywhere between 99.5 and 102 degrees. We checked the package of the baby Tylenol, and found that it was past the expiration date. At this point, I decided to go out to Asda to get something (thank goodness for the 24 hour supermarket). I bought some fever reduction medicine and some cooling pads and came home. We gave you the medicine and put one of the pads on you and you went right back to sleep. When you woke up in the morning, your temperature was gone.
The funniest thing was that you seemed calmer throughout this whole affair than either your mother or I were. You kept playing with your trucks on our bed as if it were the middle of the afternoon as your mom and I ran around getting thermometers and checking medicine. Even after I had left to go to the store, you apparently wanted to go downstairs and watch TV. My trooper...don't ever scare us like that again...
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Been a while
Okay, so it's been a while since I wrote anything here, but that's not for a lack of having things to say. Actually, there are so many things to say that it's difficult to organize them into a coherent whole.
I just reread an earlier message about how my son had changed in the week that I was away in China. Well, he's grown in leaps and bounds since then. He's actually getting his sense of humor and realizing what it takes to make mommy and daddy laugh. It's tough to be upset when he knows all of the buttons to push. He's also been expanding his vocabulary and his language structure. He's speaking in complete sentences, although the syntax and grammar haven't quite gotten there yet. He surprised me the other day by pointing to a library book that his mother had checked out for him, and saying the title: Jayjay the Jetplane, and the saying: "I like this one book." It absolutely floored me.
On a different topic, with the change into 2005, the new year is going to see some pretty dramatic changes to our lives. There is a chance that I will be getting a job that would require me to be away from him and his mom for months at a time. This, needless to say, I am not looking forward to. I love the way he runs up to me after I come home and hugs my legs while screaming "daddy!" I don't know how I would handle living without that for any length of time...
