(Side note: I just heard Ace say to Joey in the other room, "Dad, get my wedgie out of my butt.")
She kills me.
Anyway, so we have pretty much been doing a whole lot of nothing. I had envisioned some sort of grand routine with epic adventures. Those things have not happened.
Here are some highlights of the last month.
We have been swimming. A LOT. Both kids could stay in the water all day every day. They started the summer in floaties, and then one day Ace decided she wanted to swim without floaties. She had never taken swimming lessons, but she had logged a lot of hours in the pool, so I figured it was time to really start trying. Within a couple of days with no floaties, she was swimming around like a little fish. And she is now officially a real swimmer. That of course motivated Archie, as he wants to do whatever Ace is doing, so he lost the floaties too. He isn't officially swimming, but he is going under, diving down to the bottom, and is so comfortable in the water. I know he will have it down in no time.
Ace turned 4 and the kids got bunk beds. Ace had been begging me for bunk beds for about six months, and I decided it was a good idea. They had been sleeping in two twin beds pushed together-- so basically a King sized bed-- which took up their entire bedroom floor. So bunk beds seemed practical.
They slept in it like this for a few hours the first night we had them. It took them both a little bit longer to fall asleep, but they did, and operation bunk beds was a success.
I hardly slept because I was kind of nervous about Ace. She always woke up in the middle of the night and came into our bed. I have no idea what time it was but we heard her crying at some point. I have never seen someone wake up and jump out of bed as fast as Joey did. He ran to her room screaming, "Noooooooo!!" (He thought she had fallen). Hahahaha-- I still crack up thinking about it. (Not at the thought of her possibly falling, but at his dramatic response). I was right behind him. And there was Ace sitting up on her top bunk screaming for us.
The next night they had a different idea of how they would sleep:
Ace convinced me that she had to sleep in Archie's bed because, "I need to be with Archie, Mom, cause I love him."
The next night they convinced me to let them sleep like this:
At this point I was wondering if I had made the worst investment ever in buying these bunk beds.
For as tiny as she is, she sure takes up a lot of space. But she is just so cuddly.
Let's see, what else... Oh yeah-- Archie had his first trip to the ER. He had a fall that landed him right on the back of his noggin. It was a pretty hard hit. I went to scoop him up and held him tight and he was doing the silent cry. You know, where they are crying so hard, no sound comes out. He took a breath and started crying out loud. I was sitting down in a chair holding him, and then began the scariest 8ish or so seconds of my life.
His body got stiff and he started convulsing. He immediately wet his pants (actually his sister's jeggings that he loves to wear, which I allow him to wear only at home). I looked at his eyes and he was not there. I knew that he was having a seizure, but I had never witnessed a seizure, or really had any idea what to do. I laid him down and went to grab my phone to call 9-1-1. But just a second later he came to. He was so scared and confused. He just kept crying, "Mommy? Mommy?" Like he had no idea what was going on. I held him and cried and I knew he was back to himself because he was wiping my face begging me, "please, mommy, no cry."
I called my pediatrician to ask what to do, and they told me to take him straight to the ER. I figured that was going to be the case. We got there and checked in and began our long wait. Meanwhile, our little patient was dancing and singing and assigning us all seats. The grumpiest security guard ever even had the guts to tell my mom to quiet him down. (Luckily I was in the hall talking to Joey on the phone and did not have to witness that.) But he was giving us plenty of stink eyes once I was back in there, which was enough to make my blood boil. I mean, he wasn't being that loud. And this was an emergency room. And there was hardly anyone in there to bother anyway. He just needed an excuse to use his powers.
I was so nervous about how Archie was going to be for the nurses and doctors. When we first got called back to get him checked out, he did GREAT. He had this awesome man who seriously worked magic and got him to do everything he wanted without any fighting.
After that once we got back into our room there was a lot of waiting.
Several rounds of tickle torture...
And a lot of playing Doctor
Even Mimi had to be the patient at one point.
The doctor came in and told me that Archie had to get a catscan. I had pretty much prepared myself for that, but I knew it was not going to be pretty. I went with him back there, and as soon as he saw that machine and table, he flipped out. After a major struggle, I told the nurses that it was never gonna happen. He was not going to ever willingly lay down on that table and stay still. So, as I had also been preparing myself for, they had to restrain him. It was awful. My sweet boy had no idea what was going on, or why these strangers were strapping him down. He fought it so hard, and he is STRONG. It took them a while to finally get him tied down. He was screaming, "Mommy, please no! Help me, Mommy, please!" My heart was breaking. Because he was screaming so hard, and his head was still moving so much, they actually had to tape from the top of his head all the way around to his chin several times to keep his mouth closed. I was able to stay right there with him during the catscan. I had asked him right before if he wanted me to sing him a song or tell him a story. Thank God he chose story, cause I didn't really want to subject the poor nurses to my untrained singing voice. Miraculously, once the scan started, and I began telling him his favorite story, he was completely calm. He was even getting a little giggly at the excitement of the bed moving up and down and the big circular thing going around his head. It only lasted a couple of minutes and as soon as he was unstrapped he was asking the nurse to get him that apple sauce she had promised.
We went back to our room and waited and waited for the results. They finally came back. All clear. Everything looked just fine.
That was the most excitement we have had all summer.
- Archie can't handle Texas heat. He gets SO whiny. Here he is complaining about the heat after sitting outside for two minutes. He was making me hold him and sing him lullabies.
- Ace is getting sassier by the minute. Now that she is four, she thinks she is full grown. She is constantly starting sentences with, "well, now that I am four....."
- Archie's love for vests grows stronger by the day.
- Ace is learning to read and write. And she is doing quite well.
Okay, that's all my brain can handle tonight. Off to lose myself in a mindless episode of The Bachelorette. Don't judge me.
I will be back before another 30 days go by.
Lots of Love!