Category: Brian

Brian had his 3 year check up today. He is in the 100% for height and weight, 41 inches and 40 pounds, respectively. The doctor is a little concerned that he isn’t as verbal as he should be. She suggested I have him evaluated by the county speech therapists again, but also said that starting preschool in the fall would probably help him improve. And apparently he should be able to put on his own pants. I think that makes me officially off of pants duty, except for my own pantsing needs. She also suggested that he watch no more than an hour of tv a day. Which, HA! For the first time ever, she also asked if Kevin or I had high cholesterol. I thought that was odd. She always asked about smoking, pool, guns, well water, pets, etc. But this was the first time she inquired about our health. Hmm. Brian received a shot today, but is in good health. YAY!

Just a couple of more weeks until my mom comes to watch the boys. Here is more Brian Speak to help her communicate with him better (some of these I have already mentioned):\
Left= Go that way (he points to indicate which way).\
Go= Thank you or the correct usage of go.\
Frossies= Muffin.\
Wawa= Water or waffles, depends on context.\
Max= Batty.\
Bank= Blanket.\
My Turn and Your Turn= the opposite, but he is getting better about this.\
Pay= Play.\
Coe (rhymes with Joe)= I want or here.\
Blu blu blu again= Let’s do that again.\
Up and down and around= Triangle.\
Doh= No.\
Mostly Brian just leaves off the second half of words:\
Ba= Bath\
Ou’ Si= Outside\
Caw= Car\
There are words he can say perfectly, which makes me laugh:\
Piece of Candy\
Juice\
Read\
Golf club\
Other funny tidbits:\
Brian still says a ton of words we don’t understand, but each day he is enunciating more clearly.\
When he hears an unusual noise, he put his hand near his ear and says, “What’s that sound?”\
When he wakes up in the morning, since he can’t open the baby-proof lock on the door, he yells out, “Mama” or “Help me.” Sometimes I worry about my neighbors calling the cops, heh.\
In the morning he doesn’t want to eat breakfast first thing, just cuddle for awhile and watch tv. He is a little couch potato in the making!\
When we count a small number of items, I say, “One, Two, Three.” After I am done, Brian points to one of the items and says, “Ten. YAY!” I guess all of the books (and toes and finger-counting) that end in ten have been burned into his brain.

Brian usually calls me Mommy, except for when he is looking for me or calling for me from the stairs, then it is “Mama” at the top of his voice, which is the cutest thing ever! (Holy run-on sentence, Batman!) I am going to try to get it on videotape this weekend.\
I got my passport today. YAY! Paris is a go! We even got my mom’s ticket. Super duper YAY! I am so frakkin’ excited!\
There is a group of bloggers on the Supernatural set. Damn, passed over again! I’m still loving the show though. Wheeee. How come you guys aren’t watching it too? It’s so awesome, with the music, and the boys, and the car. Totally badass.\
My online world has gone crazy with death threats, two actual deaths, numerous fights, and three pet deaths. March has been a BIZARRE month.\
Kevin comes home tomorrow! YAYAYAYAY!

Kevin must have spent extra kissy and huggy time with Brian this morning because he smells like Kev. It’s nice.\
It’s too rainy to do any of our planned activities today. Booooo! Brian and I may go to the mall instead but I need milk and the mall doesn’t sell that in a convenient gallon sizes. I only have it in me to drag myself and Max through one parking lot though so I have to choose: milk or mall.\
The meeting with the school didn’t go as well as I had hoped, but they said they would do some research and we could meet again next week. The vice principal kept guiding me away from the dyslexia testing and went on about how to qualify as disabled certain things must be present like an inability to do the basic work (or something like that), so I got to bust out my, “According to the IDEA law, a child cannot be not considered disabled due to high achievement.” YAY for Aunt Margie.\
They are also balking at giving Max an accurate reading assessment saying that their test is capped at the 5th grade level. What the hell? I have talked to: the district office, the old principal, the new principal, the vice principal, the teacher, the gifted teacher, the reading specialist and my dr’s office and no one is helping me! (And I really like my dr’s office and the school normally.) Kevin came home to me in a whirlwind of frustration. He was all, “What’s the urgency behind this?” And I cried. Yes, ladies and gentlemen of the internet, my husband made me cry. I am going to send in my request in writing to the school and we’ll see what happens.\
ETA- I couldn’t make myself go out in the rain after all. This turned out to be a good thing since school is closing early due to the bad weather! Now, how can I convince AOL to release my husband early too?

I cannot get sick, I must not get sick, I refuse to get sick, I will not get sick.\
Oy, I think I am sick too.\
Brian is super sick. Took him into the doctor today, then shuffled on over to the hospital for a chest x-ray and lab work, and then back to the doctor’s office for injections of antibiotics. He has THE FLU (not to be confused with, “Boss, I can’t come into today because I… cough cough… am sick. I think I have the flu.”), a double ear infection, his white count is elevated so maybe something else too, I don’t know, and the doctor is worried about pneumonia. Brian looks so bad- his eyes are red and puffy and they are constantly leaking tears. His nose is also constantly running, so Brian has dried snot in various places around his face. His clothes and my clothes from this past weekend were frequently wet. Eww, gross, I know. He is lethargic and just wants to be rocked. He isn’t eating well but he is drinking his juice and Gatorade, so no worries. I spent all day (and most of the weekend) but for 20 minutes and while I was driving, with Brian in my arms. I should have Kevin take a picture of the poor little guy. He looks like the poster boy for some charity. It’s really pathetic. My left arm is killing me from holding him for so long. Brian weight 38 pounds, which is officially the size of a 4 year old. I think doctors need new charts.

I am going to start keeping a running tally of how many times Brian asks about Kevin this week. So far, 5 times in the 5 hours since we dropped him off at the airport (and he took a 2 hour nap in there). Brian had a really hard time dealing with Kevin going back to work after his massive time off. Every hour he would ask for Daddy and cry. Oy! It got a little better as the days went on. But since the weekend, Brian is back to how he was right after vacation ended.\
Seriously, Brian asked about Kevin 3 times just while I was writing up this post.

Brian is so spoiled! Ahhhh.\
Kevin doodled around with the site, so I haven’t been able to blog in over a week. I have a bunch of stuff stored up! Look for it, coming soon!

OMG, Brian is so cranky and refuses to eat anything, yet won’t stop asking to eat!\
ETA- Waahhh, when is Kevin coming home? (Now it is my turn to be cranky, apparently.