Silent Protest

Daniel has recently decided diaper changes are the worst form of punishment a young child could suffer. From restricted mobility, to being taunted by creams, wipes and cloth diapering gadgets, all of which he cannot touch, he is tormented by it all and currently exploring various means of rebelling. All the usual methods have been employed, and despite the screams, yells, throwing anything in reach and even alligator tears he has found little relief.




Yesterday, he brought a book with him for battle, and proceeded to read through the entire changing.

The book was C.S Lewis' A Grief Observed.

Our Little Lot

Daddy, pushing the wagon whose wheels are determined not to be pulled. The kids love this, except when Peter tries to help Isabelle and Daniel in and out of the wagon.



Peter and Isabelle were put in time-out... Daniel just thought it looked like something fun to do. He really destroyed the whole punishment aspect of that time-out session.

Now, when Daniel is really upset about something, he sits on the floor in the hallway and cries.

They also like to sit in a line to eat snack (I really don't enforce that!).

Concerns... wait, didn't we already do this?

Jeremiah failed to mention the rest of the events that made his birthday last week special...

Daniel had been battling an intestinal bug for ten days, and seeming to have wisdom and self control beyond his years, had decided that if nothing went in, nothing could come out and no amount of generally forbidden delicacies could tempt him otherwise. Therefore Jeremiah's birthday dinner was slightly overshadowed by the total break down of order in our kitchen, allowing three children full command of selection, presentation and delivery of their food, all in the hopes of a small portion entering our one year old's mouth.

The next morning our anxieties were confirmed as our pediatrician sent a mildly dehydrated Daniel, weighing three pounds less than when this began, to the hospital for fluids. Unfortunately, the ER Pediatrician, clearly having never encountered such a stubborn one year old, decided anti-nausea medicine and firm instructions for mommy to simply offer more fluids was all the intervention needed...

24 hours later we returned to the ER, this time to be admitted for four days while Daniel's body received the fluids necessary for it to heal and begin to process food again.

He continued to struggle with retaining his food for two days after leaving the hospital, causing fear that he might re-adopt his anti-food/fluids approach to life. Thankfully, Our fears were alleviated at 5:30 this morning, when we woke to "mammma! MLK! MLK! daaaada! Alllllll Done!" Two bowls of apple sauce, three hand fulls of gold fish, a bowl of cheerios, and some kix later daddy crashed on the couch (mommy still being asleep) and Daniel proceeded to explore all the normally forbidden aspects of the house.

Birthday Surprise

So today was my 27th birthday, a day that was going to be a relatively boring, uneventful day. We awoke this morning and had the normal routine of showering, getting dressed, feeding the kids, and getting ready to head into the church. I could hear the trash truck coming down the road and had remembered that I hadn't put the trash at the curb due to the fact that a thunderstorm had been in full force when I got back from work at 10:15 last night. As I rushed to get my shoes on and get the trash out, I turned to my neighbors driveway(the house is vacant, so I park there) and noticed what looked like a small tree on top of my car.

So it wasn't terrible.....no broken windows or major damage, just a few small(softball size) dents in the trunk. After a few moments of shock, I moved the branch and proceeded to go on with the rest of my day!