Dax's Journal

What they say

We like to play that game with Dax where we ask him what animals say and he makes the requisite noises.

"Dax, what does a cow say?'
"MOoooooooooo!"
"What does a sheep say?"
"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
"What does a kitty say?"
"Me-yeow!"

One day, for kicks, I thought I'd through him a curve ball. I said, "Dax, what does mommy say?" And he replied, "I love you."

So now we always throw in "What does mommy say?" or "What does daddy say?" when we're playing the game and the answer is always "I love you."

We are clearly doing something right.

Shorty McShortstuff

I was watching Dax run around at My-Gym today and I noticed his pants looked just a wee bit short. "Wow!" I thought to myself, "My boy is really growing!" I mean, my goodness! Are we going to have to break out the 3Ts that we inherited from Cousin Colby already?

Later we were playing "Red Light/Green Light" and I was having to employ my usual method of getting him to obey the rules of the Red Light. It involves me holding onto the waistband of his pants and physically holding him in place while his little legs scramble, cartoon-like, toward some invisible yet exciting destination. Since his pants are still quite roomy in the waist this gave me a clear view of the tag and, thus, the size: 18 months.

Yeah. Looks like those 3Ts can wait a bit longer.

Park Antics

After a spell of freezing cold weather that resulted in a lot of California's fruit crop being destroyed, we took a peek out the window on Sunday and said let's go to the park. Albeit windy, we had a fun time letting Dax burn off the week's worth of pent-up Child Energy.

Magical Miracle Monkey Cure

Dax had kind of a rough week last week. He took a toy truck to the face at daycare and got a black eye at the beginning of the week and he wrapped up the week by getting sick.

But our wonderful friend Melle made Dax this adorable sockmonkey and he has been making Dax feel much better.

He arrived all the way from Canada on the same day Dax got clocked and here they are cuddling on the couch.

If you look closely, you can see the beginnings of Dax's shiner. How cute is that sockmonkey? That Melle is one talented woman!

When Dax got sick he proclaimed the monkey sick as well and the two of them spent even more time on the couch together. Unlike Dax, the monkey maintained a sunny disposition throughout his illness and kept that adorable smile on his face. I think that helped keep Dax's spirits up. He's also feeling much, much better and I have to wonder if Melle's sockmonkeys come with some Canadian miracle cure stowed deep inside of them.

I'm sure you'll be seeing more pictures of Dax's new sockbuddy here in his blog. So far he's been calling him Curiousgeorge (all run together as if it is one word) or, simply, Monkey but we're hoping for a more creative name for his friend. We also don't want Dax to get sued by Universal Pictures.

He be illin'

It has been awhile since Dax has been really sick. I mean, really sick. Sick enough to cause us to pick up the phone and ring the on-call doctor. Sick enough to induce that "what happened to gravity" feeling in my gut when I see the number on the thermometer. Sick enough to warrent taking him directly to the doctor today.

And guess what? He's sick.

So........yeah. He's, um, just sick. Just your average, garden variety, sick. Nothing to fret over. He's just at the very beginning of sick, however, and we aren't really sure what joy awaits us.

The doctor did mention that he might be coming down with croup. But let me just say that we did not get to see our usual doctor. We saw Dr. Gloom. That's not his real name but that's what I call him and I do not need to explain why. I mean...the man told me my child MIGHT be coming down with croup. That's without even hearing him cough. I'm no doctor and I'm not about to say that he's NOT coming down with croup but at least Dax's usual doctor wouldn't send us away with those last words. At least not delivered in such an ominous tone.

He then advised that I have Dax get more rest (after I explained that the kid hasn't been able to sleep the past two nights) and to drink more fluids (after I said I'm having trouble getting him to drink anything because it appears that swallowing hurts). Thank you, Dr. Gloom. May you stub your toe on one of those giant cadillac double strollers crammed into your overbooked waiting room.

So I brought my sick kid back home, failed at getting him to drink much more than a thimblefull of water, watched him chew on his sippy cup, felt miserable when he coughed and cried, and then thanked the good LORD when he finally fell into a fitful sleep on the couch.

And here we are. I'm exhausted as well and would like nothing more than to take a nap but I also have a ton of work to do and I really should log into my work computer and do just that. I also can't decide if I should attempt to move the germ infested child to his bed. So of course, I'm doing neither one of those things, opting instead to write an entry in his journal instead.

*sigh*

Morning Rituals

Daddy peels the oranges; Daddy places oranges in a pleasing, orderly fashion; Dax counts the orange slices; Dax eats the oranges.