This morning, the last official day of Spring Break, Elijah woke up around 7:45 and crawled into our bed. The Newsome Three were cuddling in bed and talking. Jason was trying to tickle Elijah who kept turning to me for protection. Finally, Jason gave up on the tickling and started poking Eli's nose and making a "boop boop" noise. Eli said, "Quit that. It's not a button. It's my nose."
That reminded me of something he said a few weeks ago when he went to the emergency room. He had fallen off the piano bench face first into our concrete basement floor. I took him to the ER to get him checked out because he had a rather large knot above his right eye; furthermore, he kept holding his whole face and crying like he was in major pain. (Normally, when he whacks his noggin, he cries for a few minutes then goes on with his life.) Anyway... we checked into the ER and they came to get us shortly and took us back to a room. The doctor came about an hour later. He checked over Eli and made the comment, "You're probably going to have a black eye for a while." Eli didn't miss a beat. "Uh, uh. I have blue eyes." You really can't get one past this kid.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
It's been a while
A lot has happened since my last post. I'll try to remember the highlights.
One evening Elijah and I were playing Nerf hockey on the living room floor. We each had a little plastic paddle that we used to hit a little plastic puck back and forth. We kept losing the puck under Eli's little recliner, so we spread his plastic snake out under the front edge of the chair to act as a "goalie" for us. It worked wonderfully well. When I had to get up to start working on dinner, Eli said he'd play hockey with the snake. He got all set up and got the snake ready. Then all of a sudden I heard him exlaim in consternation, "Uh, Mommy. Him don't have any hands. UGH! Now how do I play?" It struck me as hilarious (as much of what he says does) and I found myself playing hockey again.
For this one you really have to use your imagination. It also helps if you've ever heard Elijah say something with great excitement. Granny (aka, Jason's mom Vonnie) got the Alvin & the Chipmunks: The Squeakuel movie for Elijah for Easter. We watched part of it one night until Elijah announced that it was time for bed. He watched the rest of it the next day on our way home from Murfreesboro where we'd gone to meet my sister and her girls for lunch. Well, that evening at dinner, Jason asked what we were going to do for family fun. I couldn't come up with anything great because I was in the beinning stages of my annual Spring Break Cold/Sinus Crud. Daddy couldn't think of anything either because he'd just worked an 11 or 12 hour day. So Elijah said, "Oh, I know. We can watch Alvin & the Chipmunks... the SQUEEEEEKUELLLLLLL!" He said it with such excitement and conviction that we laughed uproariously and, of course, ended up watching the movie. (It really is quite cute, by the way.)
Speaking of my annual Spring Break Cold/Sinus Crud... I felt pretty bad on Good Friday but drove up to Murfreesboro to see my sister and her girlies any way. By Friday night, I was rough and by Saturday morning, I was downright miserable. Good thing there weren't any swimming lessons that day, huh? Easter Sunday dawned bright and beautiful. I, on the other hand, did not. I was definitely sick. Elijah went with his daddy for some Daddy/Son bonding time since they get to see so little of each other during the week and left me at home to rest. They returned later in the day to check on me and bring me lunch. I rested all day Sunday. At some point, Elijah found some old headphones from my walkman. He decided they looked pretty much like every doctor's stethoscope he'd ever seen. He walked up to me and proclaimed, "I the doctor. You feel sick?"
"Yes, sir, I do. Can you help me?"
"Yes, I can. Open your mouth and say 'ah'. I make you all better." He took a quick (but thorough, I'm sure) look at my mouth, throat, nose, and ears and listened to my heart and my knee for good measure. Then he said with concern, "I go get another doctor. I be right back." He disappeared down the hallway. Pretty soon another doctor (who looked suprisingly like Elijah) came walking into the living room and over to my spot on the love seat. "Hi, I'm the new doctor."
"What's your name, doctor?"
"I Doctor Bebo," he said.
"Well, you sure are the cutest doctor I've ever seen," I told him.
Without missing a beat, Doctor Bebo replied, "Yeah, I know."
One evening Elijah and I were playing Nerf hockey on the living room floor. We each had a little plastic paddle that we used to hit a little plastic puck back and forth. We kept losing the puck under Eli's little recliner, so we spread his plastic snake out under the front edge of the chair to act as a "goalie" for us. It worked wonderfully well. When I had to get up to start working on dinner, Eli said he'd play hockey with the snake. He got all set up and got the snake ready. Then all of a sudden I heard him exlaim in consternation, "Uh, Mommy. Him don't have any hands. UGH! Now how do I play?" It struck me as hilarious (as much of what he says does) and I found myself playing hockey again.
For this one you really have to use your imagination. It also helps if you've ever heard Elijah say something with great excitement. Granny (aka, Jason's mom Vonnie) got the Alvin & the Chipmunks: The Squeakuel movie for Elijah for Easter. We watched part of it one night until Elijah announced that it was time for bed. He watched the rest of it the next day on our way home from Murfreesboro where we'd gone to meet my sister and her girls for lunch. Well, that evening at dinner, Jason asked what we were going to do for family fun. I couldn't come up with anything great because I was in the beinning stages of my annual Spring Break Cold/Sinus Crud. Daddy couldn't think of anything either because he'd just worked an 11 or 12 hour day. So Elijah said, "Oh, I know. We can watch Alvin & the Chipmunks... the SQUEEEEEKUELLLLLLL!" He said it with such excitement and conviction that we laughed uproariously and, of course, ended up watching the movie. (It really is quite cute, by the way.)
Speaking of my annual Spring Break Cold/Sinus Crud... I felt pretty bad on Good Friday but drove up to Murfreesboro to see my sister and her girlies any way. By Friday night, I was rough and by Saturday morning, I was downright miserable. Good thing there weren't any swimming lessons that day, huh? Easter Sunday dawned bright and beautiful. I, on the other hand, did not. I was definitely sick. Elijah went with his daddy for some Daddy/Son bonding time since they get to see so little of each other during the week and left me at home to rest. They returned later in the day to check on me and bring me lunch. I rested all day Sunday. At some point, Elijah found some old headphones from my walkman. He decided they looked pretty much like every doctor's stethoscope he'd ever seen. He walked up to me and proclaimed, "I the doctor. You feel sick?"
"Yes, sir, I do. Can you help me?"
"Yes, I can. Open your mouth and say 'ah'. I make you all better." He took a quick (but thorough, I'm sure) look at my mouth, throat, nose, and ears and listened to my heart and my knee for good measure. Then he said with concern, "I go get another doctor. I be right back." He disappeared down the hallway. Pretty soon another doctor (who looked suprisingly like Elijah) came walking into the living room and over to my spot on the love seat. "Hi, I'm the new doctor."
"What's your name, doctor?"
"I Doctor Bebo," he said.
"Well, you sure are the cutest doctor I've ever seen," I told him.
Without missing a beat, Doctor Bebo replied, "Yeah, I know."
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