Had some fun with the kiddos today coloring Easter eggs. Minimal breakage, and just one minor battle when Cadence apparently looked at one of Henry’s eggs wrong and he felt the need to give her a jab in the ribs.
Bring on the Easter Bunny.
There wasn’t really anything on the agenda tonight, other than a late meeting at work. Then Stevie texted to say that Cadence was sick, had a fever, and had gone upstairs to nap. All was fine when Grandma picked her up at school. Miss C went upstairs to practice piano and guitar and work on her theory. A half hour later, she came back downstairs flushed and feverish and complaining that her neck and arms hurt. By the time I got home around 6:30, her fever was up to 101.6 and she was lying her her bed crying and saying the back of her neck, hands, and feet hurt.
C is generally pretty healthy, and even when she’s super sick she never really complains about anything (Hell, this is the kid we didn’t know had an ear infection until the eardrum was ready to burst, and didn’t know had pneumonia because she never even showed any symptoms). Her pediatrician’s office was closed and every Urgent Care in town apparently closes at 8:00 pm (by that point it was 7:45), so I called the pediatrician’s after hours nurse line to describe the symptoms and ask if we should wait it out or take her in.
By 8:30, we were getting checked into the ER to have Miss C checked over, and the fever was climbing above 102. The doctor ruled out meningitis, but decided to do a flu swab and a urine test. Thankfully no flu, but the fever was apparently bought on by a bladder infection. We got a dose of Tylenol and an antibiotic. Now it’s 11:00 pm and we’re finally back home and I’m exhausted.
Hopefully this kiddo starts feeling better soon!
I saw this little sign on Pinterest today, and damn it was so fitting for my evening I laughed out loud…
And I’ll tell ya, if Henry decides to pull another stunt like he did tonight, that boy just might be lying out in the yard in the near future.
Here’s how it went down…
We’re still having the occasional dinner battle with the kids (and I’ll throw Cadence in there too because there are nights her dramatic sighs over what she doesn’t want to eat for dinner nearly drown out her brother’s). Henry’s dinner protest antics are far less subtle. He fidgets, spins around on the bench, turns around to look out the window for his neighbor friends, recites movie scenes, asks to go pee, asks to go get a glass of water, tries to lie down on the bench, tries to touch the food on Cadence’s plate, asks what he should take a bite of next, spins around on the bench again, recites more movie lines, asks to go poop, and on, and on, and on.
I’ve gotten to the point where I’m just done. I refuse to sit there with him for hours while he dawdles and complains, so generally Stevie and I and Cadence will all sit around and chat for a little while, but eventually get up from the table when we’re finished if we notice Henry putting on the brakes and trying to push our buttons. Then Stevie and I clean up the kitchen while Cadence heads upstairs to shower and get ready for bed.
Most days, once his audience has left the room, Henry will finish his dinner and life will go on. But tonight…well, I don’t know what sort of bright idea he thought he had, but he stayed in the dining room for 20 minutes or so after the rest of us finished. Suddenly I see him get up from the table and take his empty plate to the kitchen. I told him good job for finishing and he gave me sly smile. He still had a big bite of hamburger in his mouth, so I told him chew it up and finish while I went to let Electra out of her kennel.
It took a minute for me to realize what I was seeing when I walked into the dining room. Apparently in that 20 minutes alone at the table, Henry hadn’t actually finished his dinner. Instead, he’d spent the time tossing small bite-sized bits of food all over the table and in roughly a 4-foot perimeter around it.
No wonder Electra was barking and clawing to get out of her kennel. She’d been sitting there the whole time watching Henry throw bits of food on the ground.
When I turned around, he was standing right behind me, like he was waiting for my reaction.
I bent down, looked him straight in the eye and told him he better get his ass back in that room and clean up every single bit of food he’d thrown. And I must have sounded pretty serious, because I didn’t even have to add an “or else I’ll…” to the end of that statement.
It took him about 5 minutes to clean up, and then I took him straight up to get ready for bed. He cried a little and apologized. By that point, I think he was even a little embarrassed by his own antics. We had a nice chat about unacceptable behavior and the fact that he’s going to have to earn back all of his iPad, tv, and game privileges by eating dinner like a civilized human and not throwing tantrums.
He didn’t even protest. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
We’re slowly moving out of the crazy not-listening, tantrum-throwing phase and into that sweet spot where we get to really see Henry’s personality starting to shine. He’s still my introverted, contemplative boy who likes to crawl up on Momma’s lap and snuggle. But he’s starting to learn that if you want to stand a chance in the Romano house, you gotta turn up the volume.
He’s also got a wicked sense of humor, a killer smile, and stubborn streak that can drive you to the very edge of sanity.
We’ve officially mastered the potty training, and now we’re working hard on eating better dinners without staging massive protests. So yeah, we hit a milestone and got a new toy. And tonight, H-man celebrated by getting to play a little Spiderman on the Playstation while singing his new favorite song, Blitzkrieg Bop.
This boy is either going to be a rockstar, a lawyer, or a stand-up comedian. And no matter how it shakes out, it’s sure going to be an exciting ride.
Nine years ago today, this beautiful soul made me a Mom.
It’s been a wild ride (and if you want to read about how the wild ride started, CLICK HERE), but damn it has been worth it to see our sweet baby girl grow into a kind, confident, and capable child. I’m amazed by her daily. She’s witty and sarcastic and she’s got a laugh that’s downright infectious. She’s got a great big heart and is a friend to everyone she meets. And she’s the best big sister I’ve ever seen, staying ever compassionate and patient when Henry is in full toddler meltdown mode.
I find myself wondering daily how I get to be so blessed to be her Momma.
Happy 9th Birthday Cadence LaRue! I can’t wait to see where your story goes from here.