My Baby Carries a Gock
OK, I'm a little behind on the blogging. With the start of my FINAL semester of schooling and carrying a full-load, along with starting a new job a couple weeks ago, and having a sick child on my hands my days and nights have been busy. What has been going on lately?
Well, Wesley has developed a couple of new names for his favorite items. For some reason, his blanket is now called "buddy" (unless it is the new blanket grandpa made for him and that is called by the name of grandpa) and his pacifier is called "gock". Who knows where the names came from. So, Wesley always has a "buddy" with him and carries a 9 mm "gock". Sounds like he is a gangster or something.
Erick thought he was funny the other night. (Actually, he was. . . one of his jokes I didn't roll my eyes at and say ughhhhhhhhh!) He was sitting with Wesley before he went to bed giving him his breathing treatment. I went into the room and Erick was asleep and Wesley was wide awake. Erick woke up and I said something about him sleeping. He said that he was trying to set a good example for Wesley and trying to show him what he was supposed to be doing. I had to laugh!
Wesley has been sick the past couple of weeks with coughing, congestion, throwing up, etc. All the good things. Well, to help his breathing we have been giving him baths a couple times of day to help put some more moisture into him and to clear out his nose. Wesley loves his baths anyway, so he hasn't minded. His word for it is "bubble", for bubble bath. He usually only used to ask for a "bubble" a couple times a week, but he is getting in the habit of taking multiple ones in a day. Every time we turn around now, he is saying "bubble" and pointing at the bathroom. If he doesn't get his way when he requests it after dinner, he will take his food and smear it in his hair. . . against our better judgement trying to avoid being at his beckon call when he requests something, this usually works because we have no choice but to give him a "bubble". He will start taking his clothes off at the dinner table and will keep saying "bubble". Thank goodness he likes his baths though.
Speaking of baths, I had quite an adventure a few weeks ago. I was in the tub with Wesley trying to give him a bath and the phone rings. Being that I had been looking for work, I didn't want to miss any phone calls so I brought the phone into the bathroom with me. I jumped up and answered the phone. Of all things, it was the company I just got a job with calling to offer me the job. I am standing in the doorway to the bathroom trying to keep an eye on Wesley, while speaking with them on the phone. Well, Wesley escaped. He he is, all soapy and wet, running through the house stark naked. He knew he wasn't supposed to be, so he is running faster than ever. All the while, I am chasing him and trying to sound into the conversation on the phone like I am listening. Well, I never caught Wesley until after the phone call. Thank goodness they offered me something good, because I agreed to it. That will be a job offer I'll never forget.
Well, Wesley has developed a couple of new names for his favorite items. For some reason, his blanket is now called "buddy" (unless it is the new blanket grandpa made for him and that is called by the name of grandpa) and his pacifier is called "gock". Who knows where the names came from. So, Wesley always has a "buddy" with him and carries a 9 mm "gock". Sounds like he is a gangster or something.
Erick thought he was funny the other night. (Actually, he was. . . one of his jokes I didn't roll my eyes at and say ughhhhhhhhh!) He was sitting with Wesley before he went to bed giving him his breathing treatment. I went into the room and Erick was asleep and Wesley was wide awake. Erick woke up and I said something about him sleeping. He said that he was trying to set a good example for Wesley and trying to show him what he was supposed to be doing. I had to laugh!
Wesley has been sick the past couple of weeks with coughing, congestion, throwing up, etc. All the good things. Well, to help his breathing we have been giving him baths a couple times of day to help put some more moisture into him and to clear out his nose. Wesley loves his baths anyway, so he hasn't minded. His word for it is "bubble", for bubble bath. He usually only used to ask for a "bubble" a couple times a week, but he is getting in the habit of taking multiple ones in a day. Every time we turn around now, he is saying "bubble" and pointing at the bathroom. If he doesn't get his way when he requests it after dinner, he will take his food and smear it in his hair. . . against our better judgement trying to avoid being at his beckon call when he requests something, this usually works because we have no choice but to give him a "bubble". He will start taking his clothes off at the dinner table and will keep saying "bubble". Thank goodness he likes his baths though.
Speaking of baths, I had quite an adventure a few weeks ago. I was in the tub with Wesley trying to give him a bath and the phone rings. Being that I had been looking for work, I didn't want to miss any phone calls so I brought the phone into the bathroom with me. I jumped up and answered the phone. Of all things, it was the company I just got a job with calling to offer me the job. I am standing in the doorway to the bathroom trying to keep an eye on Wesley, while speaking with them on the phone. Well, Wesley escaped. He he is, all soapy and wet, running through the house stark naked. He knew he wasn't supposed to be, so he is running faster than ever. All the while, I am chasing him and trying to sound into the conversation on the phone like I am listening. Well, I never caught Wesley until after the phone call. Thank goodness they offered me something good, because I agreed to it. That will be a job offer I'll never forget.
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