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After taking pictures of Wade the other day I thought I needed a few of David too. I tried to snap some at the park today, but David wasn’t feeling very cooperative. He just wanted to play.
I got a lot of photos like this:
"Mom! Stop taking my picture!"
But I did get a couple that were pretty good:
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Wade and I had an impromptu photo shoot in the backyard yesterday.
How can you not love this little guy?
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We have some new neighbors. They moved in about a month ago.
They’re a huge improvement over our last neighbors. Which, honestly, it doesn’t take much for that to be true. All they need to do is not let their three year old wander away down the road while they lie on the couch passed out in a drug induced stupor.
Yeah, that really happened once.
I think I’ve mentioned before that even though we live out in the country, we’re surrounded by crazies.
We used to live in a house in the older part of the city (that’s a nice way a saying it was sort of on the wrong side of the tracks), and our neighbors there were normal. Go figure.
Anyway, our new neighbors really do seem to be good, decent, hard working folks. In fact, the neighbor guy helped Dave fix our lawn mower tonight, and probably saved us a couple hundred dollars. See why I like them so much?
They have a little girl David’s age, and two are becoming good friends. I’m thrilled David finally has a nice playmate.
David, however, has more than friendship in mind. He told me he plans on marrying the neighbor girl.
A few days ago the two kids were playing outside, and I was watching them. I guess the little girl got tired of playing with David, and she stood up and announced that she was going home.
David didn’t want her to go, and in a desperate attempt to stop her from leaving he yelled after to her, “I love you!”
Well, even five year olds can have awkward relationship moments apparently.
The little girl stopped, slowly looked back over her shoulder, and gave David a look that had, “You’re weird. Please stop stalking me,” written all over it. Then she turned back around, and went home without saying anything.
David just stood there, dejected. His words of endearment hanging in the wind.
“I think you might have come on a little too strong David. Try more subtlety next time,” I advised him.
I guess they worked it out, because they’ve played together a few times since. I’m glad, because I don’t have to constantly keep David entertained when we’re outside.
There’s really only one drawback to having people living right next door again.
I can’t take the dogs out in my pajamas in the mornings anymore.
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I know I’m talking about cartoons a lot lately.
Maybe it’s because our TV seems to only receive channels 290 – 303. That’s where you find all the kid’s programming on our satellite provider.
Oh, you mean there are other networks?
Hmmm…I’ll have to look into that.
Of all the cartoons David watches, and believe me there are many I simply won’t allow him to view, Spongebob annoys me the most.
So I was kind of happy when this happened.
Yep. Poor SpongeBob lost his arms.
I’m really not a violent person, but I’ve wanted to maim SpongeBob myself a time or two.
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One day Wade was sitting on the living room floor watching David and I build a Lego tower. Wade started making noises, “Ahh! Ooh! Uh!” He babbles to himself sometimes, so I didn’t think anything of it.
The noise got louder and more forceful. “UH! UH! HA!” I thought he wanted my attention.
“Wade, what’s the matter? Wade? Wade?!” He looked right past me, escalated the noise and began to kick his legs and wave his arms around. He was clearly frustrated.
The source of his frustration?
This.
David’s toy tiger.
Wade is fascinated by our two Cocker Spaniels and our cat. Sometimes he “talks” to them, and tries to get them to come to him.
Apparently Wade thought the tiger was another family pet.
I moved the tiger close enough for him to feel, and see that it wasn’t real. The first thing he did was bite its tail. I don’t think a live tiger would have tolerated that so well.
A few days later Wade, David and I were playing in David’s room. Wade and I were sitting next to the tiger. I accidentally bumped the tiger with my foot, and made it move.
Wade, who’s attention had been focused on David, jumped! His face was a mixture of confusion and surprise. He sat for the longest time just starring at the tiger. I could see the wheels turning in his head. Is is real after all? How did it move?
Poor Wade. It really did startle him. I’m sure it didn’t help that I couldn’t stop laughing.
I still don’t think Wade knows what to make of that tiger. He seems to regard it with suspicion every time he sees it.
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A trip to the doctor with David is always eventful.
Tuesday I took Wade in for his 9 month check-up, and David tagged along.
I knew what would happen.
David would try to dominate the conversation, and keep the doctor’s attention on himself.
Sure enough as soon at Dr. K. walked in the door David started peppering her with questions, and telling her stories of his recent mischief.
Then he spotted something too good to resist.
A plastic full size model of the human brain resting way a top a high shelf in all it’s detailed glory.
By this point I’d made several repeated attempts to get David to, “Sit down and be quiet! Please, mommy needs to talk to Dr. K.”
The doctor, wise woman that she is and a mom herself, saw an opportunity and took it. She pulled the brain down from the shelf, and gave it to David to look at.
This bought a few minutes of silence for the doctor and I to discuss Wade’s progress.
But the silence was short lived. Soon the questions started flying again. This time about the brain.
“What’s this? What’s that? What are these? What does that do?” David asked about every single little nook and cranny, and there are a lot, in the human brain.
At first the questions were easy. Even I knew the answers.
“Those are blood vessels. That is the brain stem. That is called the cerebellum. Your brain tells the rest of your body what to do to keep you alive.” The doctor patiently answered all of David’s questions as she examined Wade.
But then David started pointing to more obscure features.
“Um…” Dr. K. paused to think for a moment. “Honey, I don’t remember.” She looked at me with some embarrassment on her face. “It’s been along time since I took anatomy…” she said apologetically. “I’d have to look some of that up.”
I completely understood. Most days I can’t remember what I had for lunch by 3 o’clock in the afternoon.
Dr. K. is a pediatrician. She spends her days healing earaches, and monitoring the growth of children. She doesn’t perform brain examinations everyday.
But David didn’t understand. “You don’t know? You’re a doctor,” he said with dismay.
I remember being small, and believing that all adults knew all the answers.
Here was not only an adult, but a doctor telling David she didn’t know what some part of the brain was called.
David recovered from the shock, and lost interest in the brain when he saw the little hammer the doctor used to check Wade’s reflexes.
When we got home I googled brain diagrams. David and I studied it together, and found the names of all the parts of the brain.
David’s innocent belief that all adults are the final authority on all subjects is tarnished a bit. But now he knows there is one source that will never let him down.
The Internet.
After all, everything online is true.
Wade weighed in at 19 lbs 15 0z and measured 26″ long. He is healthy and thriving.
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