Bear the Super Hero

Bear turned two this month and last weekend we had a super fabulous superhero party. I have been prepping for over a month.  There may be some residual guilt over cancelling his first birthday party. He still gives me grief about that all the time :)

So I made capes and little city buildings and big city buildings and a giant London phone booth. I had a spiderman bathroom and the hallway was entirely covered in black wrapping paper and turned into Gotham city at night. All in in I'm pretty proud of the decor. And the actual party went great, we had wonderful, well behaved guests and it was a very low stress day. Best of all Lou's OCD kicked in big time ass soon as the last guest left and he had the whole place cleaned up in about 45 minutes.

Catching up a bit

So we finally moved into this house. It took a year to do it but...yay! We love the new town, we love the new house, we love living so close to the grandparents. We don't love the long commute Daddy has to work (120 miles a day!) But it's a trade off and there are more positives than negatives. Still a lot to do getting things set up and decorated, but it is cozy and happy with bare naked walls.

We havn't had internet access since October so there is obviously a lot that has happened that I have not documented.

Squish has taken to picking out his own clothes every morning (and about 15 more times throughout the rest of the day) His sense of style is certainly unique.

We had a wonderful frist Christmas in the new house. Bear was NOT a fan of the mall Santa.

The boys were Crazy sick the whole month of January. One or both of them was throwing up every few days. On one of the healthy days they did some sidewalk chalk with Gaggi. Squish drew trashcans next to everyone so they had somewhere to throw up. This is his self portrait...he is vomiting :)

See....crazy sick. That is my little squish having a CAT scan. They thought he had a blockage but it turns out that he was just severly impacted and seriously backed up. Which is why there was so much vomit. if it couldn't come out one end.....   He did lots of antibiotics and laxitives and fruits and veggies.  Some people are just joing when they say that thier kid is ful of S@*#. Me....not so much!

Little Bear will be two next month. I am preparing for the mother of all super hero birthday parties. Teir may be some mommy guilt working overtime for the fact that I cancelled his first birthday party. These are the invitations that took me 3 days to make. I have been painting cardboard buildings and making superhero capes and masks for all of his little friends to wear. I hope it's going to be well attended.

Obviously lots of other things have happened that will be interspersed in out of order and as after thoughts. 

let them eat cake

Freckit ball

Squish just came running in telling us that he said up a HUGE game of freckit ball. We asked him a few questions about that.

Q- What is freckit ball??
A- It's a game where you throw it really, really high.

Q- Throw what?
A- The freckit ball.

Q-What does the freckit ball look like?
A- It had two pink stripes and one blue one.

Q- How big is it?
A- It's really small.

Q-How many people play?
A- A lot of people.

Q- How do you know who wins?
A- I win.


Now he and Lou are in the kitchen playing.

A horrible night

Last night around 5:00 Squish had anther seizure. He told me that his eyes were hurting. I should have checked his temp, but I felt him and he didn't feel warm at all. Then 20 minutes later he fell and started seizing. It was much worse than last time. I called 911 and I had to move him to another room so that I could have them on speaker phone. I needed speaker phone because he stopped breathing and turned blue. I had to do rescue breathing on him and I was scared that I would have to do chest compressions so I needed both hands. I did not have to do compressions on him and he started breathing by the time that the EMTs got here. But he took a lot longer to come back to normal this time. He kept looking at me like he didn't know who I was and he tried to talk but his words were all jumbled. We were at the hospital before he started nodding yes and no to answer questions and it was an hour and a half before he started speaking again. The doctors said that all of that is normal and they didn't do any kind of testing on him.  They were very reassuring about his recovery and said that he was doing really great by the time we left the ER and I'm glad to know that it was just a febrile seizure, but nothing about that experience was normal. Last time he has a seizure I had nightmares for weeks and I was scared to be alone with him and every time he acted even a little bit off I was terrified. I hate that all of that is going to start over again now. And I hate that I have actually had to breathe for my child, I hate that I have a tattoo of his little lifeless blue body in my head. And I really hate that this is all likely to happen to my sweet boy again.

This post is not about Wibef

This morning Squish was talking to me about husbands and wives. He told me "I wish I would have a wife." I told him that I hoped he would one day and asked him who he thinks might be a good wife. He told me the name of a girl he went to preschool with when we were still down south. He also has a little girlfriend here with the same name so I asked him which one he was talking about. He said he was talking about the one from his school. I reminded him about the other little girl and he said "Yes...but she doesn't really look pretty."

And so it begins....

If anyone knows a cuter little Bear than this....I'd like to have a look at him.