Its Always Something...

Heir No. Two had a tough weekend. Allergies have been kicking his butt, so we gave him come kids Claritin. It helps the nose goblins and watery eyes, but then he gets really tired. So when I went to serve dinner Sunday evening, I found him like this in the living room.



After an hour and a half, he woke up, but as you can see, he did not really fully wake up. He did decide he liked his brother's hat, though.



As for brother, he goes to have his tonsils and adenoids removed tomorrow. He's a little freaked out about it, and has not enjoyed hearing that he will be out of commission for two to three weeks. I bought him $20 worth of vintage comics Friday night, and took him to get another $43 worth at a different shop on Saturday. The reason for the vintage is two-fold. First, the new stuff is either soft-core porn or over the top violence, or both, and the second is that I get to read them. I got him some really good stuff on Saturday. I know he'll appreciate it. Here he is demonstrating "All-day bedhead of doom."

Adventures in Parenting, Chapter 447...

Well, I got great amusement from this post over at PJ Momma's place and I let slip about the time when Heir No. 1 thought he got a button stuck up his nose.

I can hear you saying "He did what?"

Yeah. That was pretty much my reaction too.

It was a summer day two years ago. I stayed home to watch the boys because my childcare was not available. Heir No. Two was sleeping on our bed, and I was in the bedroom folding laundry. Heir No. One came out of his room and ran into the bathroom. He had been making a game of it, seeing if he could hold it until his eyeballs threatened to burst, so I didn't think too much of it, even after he had been in there longer than usual.

When he finally came out, he tried to sneak by my room. I called out to him, and he turned, revealing a trail of blood all the way down the front of his t-shirt. Alarmed, I asked "What did you do?"
He immediately started crying, and through the blubbering, I divined that he had, for some reason, shoved a button up his nose, and it got stuck. As soon as it became clear that he was not having difficulty breathing and wasn't suffering any significant pain, I tried to stifle my laughter at his predicament. He stood there, leaning up against me, crying and blubbering because he thought I would be angry with him. I wasn't thrilled. I figured that if this visit to the doc didn't get a follow up from CPS, nothing would. I tried to calm him down, then I called the doc. The nurse made me hold for a minute, then came back on and asked me to repeat the story. I can only assume she had to gather everyone around and put me on the speakerphone. I swear I heard her snicker as she said to bring him in right away.
You can guess what happened next. The doc, being a consummate professional kept her composure during the exam. I suppose she's looked into far more frightening orifices in her time. She couldn't find anything and referred us to the ears, nose, and throat specialists up the road. Back in the car and up the hill.

That doc took an xray because she didn't see anything on her exam either. It revealed nothing, so she took me aside and expressed the opinion that since nothing was on the xray, and he didn't appear to be suffering sinus pain, then he most likely dislodged the button. If his condition worsened, then of course she wanted to see him again.

Three hours and $75 later, the three of us got in the car to go home.

The good news is that he hasn't shoved anything up his nose since.

And if you are wondering, yes, I will recount this tale to the first serious girlfriend he has. Just because I can.

Weekend Fun!

Mrs. BiW, one of her friends, and heirs no. one and two and I all drove up to Seattle last night to watch the Marniers play the Blue Jays. I used to love the Jays, back when they used to field a good team and you couldn't get a ticket to a home game for love or money. It was raining when we left, so when we got there, to the upper deck, the top of Safeco Field was closed. The sun came out, it cleared up, and they open the top. It was fun. It was my first time there, and I was surprised how many other people were wearing Jays gear. Heir No. Two ran out of attention span by the third inning, so I took him out and we walked all around the upper deck. He sat on my shoulders. He had a great time. We left in the seventh inning, and came home. Mrs. BiW is still sick with a sinus infection so she crashed out before too long.

This morning, we took the boys to see Ratatoulle. The little one is too little to go to the movies. I had to sit in the lobby with him for the last 20 minutes, which is too bad, because I was really enjoying the movie. Now if I could just figure out what to make for dinner...