Dax's Journal

Dax didn't eat much the whole day of Thanksgiving. This is not altogether unheard of and did not raise any red flags until the wee hours of the morning when I heard pitiful yelps and cries coming from his room.

That's right. Pukey Pukerson of the clan McSick struck again. At least this time I avoided getting any on me. Just like last time he was sick, he had one episode of fairly impressive barfing and then felt much better and asked to be fed. Friday saw the end of the puking and the beginning of the hacking cough and everdrip nostrils. Ugh.

I've got him in bath with a tiny bit of eucalyptus right now which we'll be following with a lovely mentholatum rub. The humidifier has been running in his room for about an hour. Ahhh....tis the season.

In other news, it is possible we may be letting him play on the computer a tiny bit much. Why do I think this? Because a few minutes ago he turned to me and said, "Games, stories, or activities?" When I looked at him blankly he indicated that I should "select what you'd like to do".

My latest favorite verbal quirk is his tendency to use the word "actually" at the beginning of many of his sentences. My least favorite is his tendency to shout out "HOLY SHOOT" which is the sad result of mommy catching herself last minute before saying something really bad. While it is definitely better than the alternative, it is still not something I want my three-year-old to say.

Too bad these stickers don't have magical shush powers.

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I haven't been myself lately.

See, I've been too busy being a mommy elephant, Widget (the rabbit from Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!), a mommy pig, or a mommy dragon. That's because Dax spends most of his time pretending to be just about anything other than a little boy.

Right now Wubbzy is in bed being provided with the ritual nighttime entertainment by Walden (the bear from Wow! Wow! Wubbzy! as played by daddy). I wouldn't be surprised at all to be woken up tomorrow morning by a small but persistant trumpeting sound or perhaps just a plaintive "Oink!"

I love this age!

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I've been reading a lot lately about how play is becoming endangered. The theory is that the technology of our current lifestyles means our little ones are not doing enough imaginative and creative play.

I do favor encouraging Dax to participate in open-ended play for which he can use his own imagination. Lately I've noticed he's becoming quite good at it. Our days are just chock full o' crazy storylines and hilarious conversations and it couldn't be more fun.

But now I've got a new concern: are the toys he's playing with safe? He's had a couple that were on recent recall lists because of high lead levels so every time he picks up a plastic toy I feel obligated to snatch it out of his hands, check to see if it was made in China, and look it up on the web before I let him play with it. Now with a new baby on the way, we'll be pulling Dax's old baby toys out of storage and giving them a safety check as well.

Thank goodness Legos have not been on any recall lists because he has quite a few of those on his Christmas wish list. Thankfully, many of the other toys he wants are european wooden toys that I have not yet seen on any recall lists. He also wants a lot of books and puzzles which I'm always glad about.

Dax's Godmother, my wonderful friend Janice, just gave him some playdough and accessories and a Bob the Builder doll (both things he loves and NOT recalled) so lately he's been enjoying pretending he is fixing things. His love of the show "Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!" has also fed into this craze because of the gadget-loving inventor rabbit, Widget. So he can be found frequently using his tools (also given to him by Janice) to fix things around the house.

The blocks are vintage and have the same Sesame Street characters on them that I watched on television when I was a kid. My Aunt Carol found these for him.

His Poppa would be so proud because he always wears his safety googles. See? Even Dax is concerned about safety.

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A few weeks ago I happened to be home while Cat was getting Dax ready for school and that's when I first bore witness to an interesting (read: hilarious) morning grooming ritual they have.

Cat has been wetting down Dax's unruly hair and combing it so that he looks very like Alfalfa from The Little Rascals.

Seriously. The only difference is that the part is off to the side. He even gets that bizarre sticky-up part in the back because of his cowlick.

On Friday Dax decided to do some of his own grooming so I did what any loving mommy would do; I followed him and took pictures so I could post them on his website.

He begins by scooping handfuls of water onto his wee head with those chubby little mitts of his. Then he goes at it with his little brush. The result is adorable. And, um, damp.

Without daddy, he doesn't get that fantastic part but he has a nice combover effect going, doesn't he? And after it dried a bit that cowlick sprung right up.

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As seen on Trip Advisor dot com.

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Halloween was a great success this year. If you remember, Dax tried to veto the entire affair last year because he hated all things associated with Halloween. This year he was really into it.

Here's the costume he ended up wearing.

Dax would like you to know that he is a dragon. A nice dragon. A soft one. Rawr.

These pictures were taken at the Halloween party at My Gym. That was on Saturday. Then on Tuesday we went "Trunk or Treating" with the neighbors and he brought home a huge load of candy (of which he only ate a few pieces, thankfully). Then on Halloween itself his school had a Halloween party (bounce house, costumes, and even more candy). He loved it.

My favorite part was the trick or treating which he's never done before. His little buddy Russell showed him how it was done but then Dax walked up to the first person, stuck his little arm out and said, "Here's my bucket!" By the third stop he had "Treak or Treat" down pat and even said his thank yous.

Here's one last shot of him investigating his goodies.

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