This morning Mason brought me a present, wrapped in white printer paper and taped up with half a roll (
or more) of tape. So cute. Then I noticed he'd written my name on it: "Mam". I knew Maya hadn't spelled it for him...after all, she knows how to spell "Mom" correctly. So I asked him who spelled Mom for him and he told me that he sounded it out. This, my boy who just within the last couple of weeks has (sort of) gotten the hang of writing his name. The guy who's so darn close to identifying all his letters (but not there yet) and has maybe half of his letter sounds down pat. Of course, my Mama pride swelled right up and I'm certain that I'll never throw that blessed piece of paper away, ever. I just love that kid!
And that is saying a lot, considering the state of him lately. Mason, my boy who has never been prone to fits or fussing, never had "terrible" anythings, has had quite a week. Lots of drama. Lots of tears. Lots of crankiness. My only explanation is that he's sick, (he's been stuffed up for 2 weeks now, I kept hoping it was just allergies) so off to the doctor he'll go tomorrow.
Along with him will be Mr. Cranky Pants himself, Simon Cottam. He was actually in to the doctor last week for a bad cough and general crankiness, but nada, nothing.
"Give him some Benedryl before bed." "Thank you, here is your $150.00." But a day or so later he started running a fever (99-100ish, not too alarming). And I kept thinking
teething. Surely it's teething. But several cranky and feverish days later, I'll take that boy to the doctor again tomorrow, too. And that is always a fun time. He screams the moment we walk thru the door and doesn't stop until we leave. Fun, fun times. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.
While I'm complaining, I'm just sort of exhausted in general. My allergies are rockin' and rollin' the past few days and I'm a pretty miserable, tissues stuffed up my nose type of gal at the moment. Ugh.
Thank goodness for a lovely husband (who homemade me a batch of chocolate dipped strawberries for Valentine's Day) and daughter (who can sense when Mom's about to lose her cool and does anything and everything she can to avert a crisis) who keep me sane.
Chris will be traveling most of this week, though, so here's hoping that the doctor has a miraculous (and
instantaneous) cure for these crabby boys of mine so that we can restore the smiles and sweetness I'm used to! If all else fails, I do have a supply of gigantic heart-shaped sugar cookies and some lovely strawberries to get me through. Thank goodness.