Using LJ as a Baby Book
Feb. 28th, 2011 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anastasiavI called Josh to tell him this story this morning, and he asked that I write it down somewhere while its fresh in my mind. So I am.
At our house, I get E dressed for school before I get in the shower, and typically he plays while I shower and get dressed. This morning, I stepped out of the shower and heard odd sounds from downstairs - I could hear the water running, and E running around. So I called down to him, thinking, perhaps, that he was in the bathroom, "Evan, are you ok? Do you need any help?"
"No"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm making my breakfast, Mamma. Come see, its cool."
Naturally, I went downstairs.
He has a very special red plate, which had been left out on the counter with a few crumbs on it, having been used for yesterday's afternoon snack. He had washed the plate in the bathroom sink (he can't reach the handles on the kitchen sink, even with his stool), dried it, and sat it down on a cooler that is stored in the kitchen, near the refrigerator. He had opened the fridge, and selected some items for his breakfast: pre-sliced Pepperoni, "square" cheese, yogurt, grapes, and he had gotten out the raspberry jam and was searching for the peanut butter.
I explained to him that we don't keep the peanut butter in the fridge, and talked him out of having PB&J for breakfast. I left him at the kitchen table having breakfast, and went upstairs to get dressed.
When I came back down, he came running to the bottom of the stairs. "Good morning, Mamma! Welcome to Cafe Evan!"
At our house, I get E dressed for school before I get in the shower, and typically he plays while I shower and get dressed. This morning, I stepped out of the shower and heard odd sounds from downstairs - I could hear the water running, and E running around. So I called down to him, thinking, perhaps, that he was in the bathroom, "Evan, are you ok? Do you need any help?"
"No"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm making my breakfast, Mamma. Come see, its cool."
Naturally, I went downstairs.
He has a very special red plate, which had been left out on the counter with a few crumbs on it, having been used for yesterday's afternoon snack. He had washed the plate in the bathroom sink (he can't reach the handles on the kitchen sink, even with his stool), dried it, and sat it down on a cooler that is stored in the kitchen, near the refrigerator. He had opened the fridge, and selected some items for his breakfast: pre-sliced Pepperoni, "square" cheese, yogurt, grapes, and he had gotten out the raspberry jam and was searching for the peanut butter.
I explained to him that we don't keep the peanut butter in the fridge, and talked him out of having PB&J for breakfast. I left him at the kitchen table having breakfast, and went upstairs to get dressed.
When I came back down, he came running to the bottom of the stairs. "Good morning, Mamma! Welcome to Cafe Evan!"
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Date: 2011-02-28 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-28 04:13 pm (UTC)As I read this I was thinking that'd be good for breakfast before a fight. I'd definitely stop by Cafe Evan on the way to the battlefield. :)
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Date: 2011-02-28 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-28 04:54 pm (UTC)1) stuffy nose - pretty much only on one side.
2) cough - as a result of stuffy nose
3) he's lost about 5 lbs, which is 10% of his total body weight, and until this morning he hasn't really been interested in food.
4) He is very easily frustrated, and his frustration comes out as a very profound rage. I think he's still really tired.
5) He smells funny, especially around his face. (The nurse on Friday said he smelled "streppy" but he doesn't have strep. I suspect a sinus infection on top of everything else, which I'm calling the doctor about today.)
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Date: 2011-02-28 05:13 pm (UTC)Continued good wishes. Plus of course, Awwww for the cafe.