He's Back...Finally

It has seriously been the longest 7 days of my life...with the possible exception of the days between seeing his sweet newborn face in June 2008 and traveling to meet him in January of 2009.  Those days?  Indescribable.  Endless.  An eternity.  Last week?  Sucked.  But in a 36 pounds of 105 degree fever wrapped around my neck when will this end sort of sucked not a million miles away maybe he's sick and I'm not there kind of sucked.

He was sick.  Laying still, moaning and fevering, 90 minutes after Advil sick.  Waking all night long sick.  Snuggling and sleeping all day long sick.  Eating nothing.  Drinking nothing.  Weighed less on Friday at the dr. than he did in October at the hospital.  Man oh man I'm not hoping for any repeats of that week.  Ever.

But he's back.

Last night as I made him suffer through the dog whisperer he asked a Benish question..."Mama, does this story take place in Ecuador? It looks similar."

He told me about a dream he had where he was driving a ship that "thrust him rapidly through the waves in the Indian ocean."

Laying in bed this morning he did it again with "Mama, what's a minion?"

He's back.

There is a twinkle in his eye today.

He tried very hard to whack me with a pillow for a good 5 minutes before declaring he was tired (and he was...he's back but it will be a bit of climb to normal).

To rest from the pillow onslaught he wanted to lay on the bed and pretend to be "cloud gazing".  So Ben.

And we went out park searching.  Found 3 we didn't like and one we did.  He played a bit at each one but liked the rest while we drove around in between stops.

As the day (well, hour and a half really) wore on he was getting really tired.

Announced, in Ben fashion, "Mama, I'm really tired.  I need silence please."  And promptly began to drool and snore.  Like 1 second later.

That was 2 hours ago.

He's still asleep.

Welcome back sweet boy...now please eat some dinner.

Poor little bugger...

Soooo sick.

Out of daycare for the third day in a row tomorrow.  We just can't get that blasted fever under control...if it is still spiking tomorrow we are back to the doctor again.

Poor little bugger.

You are my sunshine...

Busy, busy break...

Hotel fun,
fever,
friends
and fantastic weather.

That's March Break in a nutshell
and it's only at the half way mark.

Stay tuned just incase I actually get time to go back to blogging.

Til later,
a few photos to make the regular Ben fans happy.

three and three quarters-almost

And a force to be reckoned with.
Mostly happy.  Sweet.
Sometimes feral.

Presently learning important lessons about rough and inappropriate play-
when it is and isn't okay.

For example, if mama says time to brush your teeth
flashing her the wolverine fist and growling ISN'T okay.

Playacting superheros with Uncle Matt?
The wolverine fist and growl is awesome.

Timeouts are teaching this lesson.
The kind of timeout with no warning first.
He isn't a fan.
Really hates it when mama gets serious with the 2 minute timer.

In so many ways the dude is such a big boy these days.

Waved good-bye and went on his merry way
at kids night out at the gym friday night.
For 4 hours.
While mama went out with Carol.
It was lovely.  For both of us.

He is loving his Artzooka time.
He is very crafty.  Loves to get busy making stuff.
This is Auntie Kristen.

Here's dude's name.
He was sending mail to auntie Cammy last weekend.
She was in the same room-but whatever.
It's terrific.

This weekend we hung out together and did family stuff.
Ben says "Families cuddle in pyjamas after the sun comes up."
So we did.

And we kept busy too!
We had a lovely weekend of reptilia,
playdates and snow much fun,

exhausted tears,

early bedtimes,
very early rising,
oatmeal cookie baking before 9am,
peter pan (I scored a VHS copy for a buck),
forts,
playdoh,

and eating.

So much eating.
Here is dinner.

Vietnamese meat patties (shrimp/pork, etc...), Carol's recipe,
and veggies and noodles and fruit

with a chaser whole wheat bagel 5 minutes later
the whole bagel
(well, actually two bagel tops-cause the bottom tastes different apparently)
followed by a chicken breast.
Most of a whole breast.
Way more than the 2 bites total of any meat offered in the past.
Washed down with 6 ounces of milk.
In a cup.

Surreal.
And so "Oral aversion?  What oral aversion?"
And so three and three quarters-almost.

Another early bedtime.

But tomorrow?  He won't wake up early.
It isn't mama day.

My Boy.

Such a sweet, sweet spirit.

A lovely weekend

I would like to thank whoever makes decisions for creating a situation where working 2 very late nights meeting with parents about report cards creates a lieu day.   On a Friday.  The oh lord, I'm picking the dude up an hour after his bedtime from the babysitter's place sort of late nights.

I'd also like to thank the Ontario government for Family Day.  On the Monday just after the Friday mentioned above.

4 days.

We were busy.
Superhero birthday party,

a snow storm,

an overnight with our precious Auntie Kristen who just moved back to the province, quality time with Auntie Kristen's fiance (which included Hero world Lego sets...a smart man) and a playdate with sweet Macy and her mama Ellie!

And a beautiful sunset on our drive home.

Wow!

And today?  Nothing at all.  Just Family Time.  So so lovely.

See?