The dangers of birthdays in the bleak midwinter
I think everyone in the world has this particular virus, the one with the fevering and the coughing and snotting. Luckily we at the O'Neal estates are over it now, with minor residuals such as an earache for me and minor snotting for Isaac. Jacob had his cold for a week, but that surprises no one since he gets sick from every major bug that filters down from Dada's university germ-factory. We thought Isaac would escape unscathed since he has the immune system of a robot. Seriously, it's been at least a year or better since he came down with anything. But it finally came and busted his buns last Friday, just as Jacob got over it.
You could tell how inexperienced Isaac was in the sick department once the snot started dripping uncontrollably. He would shake and fuss in horror and panic that this weird stuff was coming out of his nose. He refused to even try to blow his nose. Life was really quite loud from his whining until Dada taught him to inhale his snot, a skill on which his continued survival clearly depends. It's so annoying to hear him sucking in his boogers every 30 seconds.
"ISAAC! Can I give you a tissue?"
"No thanks, Mommy, I'm sucking up my snot!"
He also delights in picking his nose now, seeing the benefits of clearing out the fat boogers that do alight there. When he was supposed to be falling asleep the other night, he called me in.
"Moooooooooommmy, come heeeeeeeere."
"What is it, Isaac?"
He holds out his finger to me in the complete darkness. "Look at this booger I got!"
Our good friend Ella's 3rd birthday was on February 1st. Her party was originally scheduled for last Saturday, the 2nd, until she also caught this heinous cold and her parents spent that day with her at the pediatrician, worried sick over her unabating 103-degree fever. They rescheduled her party for yesterday. I think she was in a better place to enjoy it, as you can see from this smiling girl with her daddy:
Here's one of my boys "eating cupcakes". This translates in O'Neal language to "extracting every molecule of icing and leaving any of that unsavory 'cake' business behind". It's made even more insane in that Isaac expresses a strong preference for chocolate cake.
You could tell how inexperienced Isaac was in the sick department once the snot started dripping uncontrollably. He would shake and fuss in horror and panic that this weird stuff was coming out of his nose. He refused to even try to blow his nose. Life was really quite loud from his whining until Dada taught him to inhale his snot, a skill on which his continued survival clearly depends. It's so annoying to hear him sucking in his boogers every 30 seconds.
"ISAAC! Can I give you a tissue?"
"No thanks, Mommy, I'm sucking up my snot!"
He also delights in picking his nose now, seeing the benefits of clearing out the fat boogers that do alight there. When he was supposed to be falling asleep the other night, he called me in.
"Moooooooooommmy, come heeeeeeeere."
"What is it, Isaac?"
He holds out his finger to me in the complete darkness. "Look at this booger I got!"
Our good friend Ella's 3rd birthday was on February 1st. Her party was originally scheduled for last Saturday, the 2nd, until she also caught this heinous cold and her parents spent that day with her at the pediatrician, worried sick over her unabating 103-degree fever. They rescheduled her party for yesterday. I think she was in a better place to enjoy it, as you can see from this smiling girl with her daddy:
Here's one of my boys "eating cupcakes". This translates in O'Neal language to "extracting every molecule of icing and leaving any of that unsavory 'cake' business behind". It's made even more insane in that Isaac expresses a strong preference for chocolate cake.
posted by Claire at 8:01 AM
2 Comments:
glad you guys are feeling better. i finally updated by blog this morning so you can go over and get your fix. :-)
i like that cake/cupcake combo. at least that is what it looks like and since it is lunch time sounds really good!
aww, child snot...so cute!
blergh - hope hucking loogies isn't the next Daddy lesson. And that is the same cake eating that happens here...and he always asks for chocolate cake to not eat under the frosting.
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