I am sitting in the kitchen, listening to Heath through the baby monitor. He has been loudly calling for me periodically with "I can't sleep." Chris just walked through the room and we both laughed out loud to the "Mommy--come out, come out, wherever you are..." And then, we heard the bow of the violin (he has been sleeping with it in his bed since his birthday) running up and down the rungs of the crib fully expecting to hear "Nobody knows the trouble I see..." coming next.
I am mildly annoyed because I am tired, but I must confess it also brings a smile to my face. we won't go in to get him(and give in to him), but we will enjoy the energy that is coming from that room. I have been putting off writing a blog update for a couple weeks, hoping to be able to finally say, "ah, he feels better" and I think, at least for a day or so, I can say that he is feeling and acting like his regular old self (I am knocking on wood, btw).
We have had a wild month and a half. Mostly good stuff and a little reality check about having an immune suppressed child in the thick of winter cold & flu season. Christmas went well and we had some adventures. For instance, adventure #1 was beating the snowplows to Black Mountain on Christmas morning...sliding down old Dogwood Dr. in the snow that beat us there. Adventure #2 was trying to hear ourselves think with the vast array of musical instruments (accordian, handbells, microphone w/ disco ball, electric guitar, drum pad) that were opened in virginia (i am still wondering what made me think to say, "musical instruments would be a great present")As we were getting ready to come home from northern virginia, we realized that Heath had a fever. We sped on back to our pediatricians office (ok, we didn't speed too much after my recent brushes with the alamance county law) and got some antibiotics. EB got to stay for a fun couple of days with the family. Heath initially recovered well only to pick up another episode of cold that turned croup with a twist of strep. and in the middle we got to celebrate his 3rd birthday!Heath turned 3 and didn't feel all too fabulous, but we still managed to be well enough to celebrate, hmmm, 3 times! We got to share a fun birthday evening with our friend, Rebecca Mattern, who shares the same birthday. We had a very fun joint birthday party with Heath's friend, Spencer, with all of their school buddies (much fun with playdough--thanks Mimi--trucks, trains, tents and art). Then we got to have a nice dinner at my mom's house with family. whew. Heath received another glorious present--once again, my fault, I am reminded regularly--a violin. He has been sleeping with it, along with a Cat in the Hat sent from Cleveland cousins.
All that is to say, we're doing pretty well. As I have had moments of feeling a little sad about being stuck inside with my equally extroverted son who is also a bit sad about being stuck inside and not feeling so hot, I am reminded that we should be pretty darn grateful for the opportunity to be stuck inside together. We're dealing with regular kid stuff for the most part--with just an added touch of worry after the events of the last few years. We have MANY shows in our house these days. It is fabulously loud and full of good spirit. I am pretty certain you could hear it from outside. But goodness, it sounds really good to us.
