Thursday, September 29, 2011

Is Gap Racist or is it Just Sam?

I am interrupting the Stay Forever saga to share with you Sam's best/worst quote ever.

This morning we were at a mall in Indianapolis. We walked into Gap Kids where front and center we saw two unclothed, white mannequins. Sam took one look at them and yelled, "Hey, look! It's a store for white people!"

Monday, September 26, 2011

Stay Forever: Gone Forever

Thank you to all of you optimistic souls who suggested Stay Forever was hibernating. He is not. He is decomposing. We are literally watching him shrink before our eyes.

I broke the news to Sam (again) this morning.

Me: "Sam, Honey? Stay Forever is dead."
Sam: "No."
Me: "Yes he is. Stay Forever has died and he is not coming back again."
Sam: (Pause) "Okay...But we can still keep him."
Me: "No we can't Honey. We need to bury him."
Sam: "Why?"
Me: "Um, because that's what you do when things die. You bury them."
Sam: "We don't need to bury him, we can just keep him in the jar."

I didn't know what to say, so I ended the conversation and went upstairs to take a shower. Afterwards I was met with a very excited little boy.

"MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! Come see my new pet!"

I walk down the stairs and see on the floor a small centipede-like insect.

"I have a NEW pet," Sam said, "His name is Stay Forever Two."

Seriously. I can't make this stuff up.

Here we go again.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Caterpillar Purgatory


So I told him. I told him that Stay-Forever was dead. Instead of tears I got an incredulous look and a, "No he's not, Mommy. He's just sleeping." Reading the story of Jesus raising Jarius' daughter last night was not helpful.

Then again, Sam could be right. A few of you sent me messages saying that Stay-Forever could be gearing up to make a cocoon. Perhaps, but I'm not holding my breath.

In the meantime, we'll keep an eye out for any signs of transformation--either into a butterfly or dust to dust.

Monday, September 19, 2011

How to Tell a Child His Pet Died

Any ideas? Sam is still in the dark on this one. I'm priming the pump--or at least trying to. Last night we had this conversation:

Sam: "Mommy, can we keep Stay-Forever forever?"
Me: "Not forever, Honey. All pets die at some point."
Sam: "Why?"
Me: "Well, sometimes pets get sick, or they're just really old and they die."
Sam: (Big smile) "Well Stay-Forever is a NEW pet. He's not old. So he won't die."

Before he went to bed he placed Stay-Forever's jar on my dresser and said, "You can sleep with him tonight, Mommy. That way if you wake up you'll be able to see him."

And during his bedtime prayer he thanked God for his new pet.

You're killing me, Smalls.


Sunday, September 18, 2011

Stay Forever is Dead

Well that was quick. Less than 24 hours after their emotional introduction, Sam has lost his first little pet.

Sam is handling it quite well...probably because he hasn't yet realized Stay Forever is dead. I'll tell him. I really will. I'm just working up the nerve.

He introduced his dead caterpillar to my parents today. He told them, "Stay Forever is really happy because I'm taking such good care of him." They played along.

Maybe I'll tell him tomorrow.

Appropriate Pets for Toddlers

As I've mentioned before, Sam wants a pet. So much so that he has taken matters into his own hands and has acquired some pets on his own.

Houseflies: 
Sam has begun naming and claiming the few random houseflies that have wandered into our house. So far their names are:
"Fly-Fly"
"Ketchup"
"French-Fly"
and 
"Take-A-Break-Fly"
Sam actually thinks he can distinguish between houseflies. He'll say something like, "There goes Fly-Fly. Oh wait! That's Ketchup."

Imaginary Pets:
Three days ago Sam introduced me to "Sweet", a dog that he carries around and let's sleep on his tummy.

Other People's Pets:
We dog sat for a neighbor this past week. When we walked into their house Sam began to yell, "Mommy, come see this new pet I just got from the pet store! He's all mine!"

Caterpillar:
And just yesterday Sam discovered a caterpillar in our entry hall (not sure how that happened). I came home from running errands and saw Sam sitting next to a series of blocks that were arranged to create a fence/home for his caterpillar. I convinced him to put it in a jar which we filled with sticks and dirt and leaves (do caterpillars need water?).

Sam has become very attached to his little caterpillar. I know this for two reasons:

1) He named it "Stay Forever Caterpillar"
and
2) "Stay-Forever" slept in Sam's bed last night

So the vibe I'm getting from my son is that he would really like a pet. Does that sound about right to you?

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Genuinely Grateful for Ear Infections...And the Puking Made Me Laugh, Too

Yesterday around noon I called John and with great joy and triumph announced, "Sam is sick!" This was incredibly good news. The past few nights were pretty rough with Sam waking up multiple times. We were holding our breath trying to figure out if we were back to square one with sleep issues or if he was merely coming down with something that would exacerbate the asthma. And so when I got a good look at his poor nose I was relieved to know I was looking at something temporary. I've never been so happy to learn my child had an ear infection.

This morning when he woke up, Sam came to me and said:


Sam: "Mommy, I got my asthma again while I was walking to your room."
Me: "You did? What did it feel like?"
Sam: "I don't know."
Me: "What did it sound like?"
Sam: (Long pause) "It sounded like something you would say, 'Bless you' to."


Poor Clara is sick, too. Sinus and ear infections. She's had a pretty strong gag reflex since she was born and is known to upchuck if there is an influx of mucus. Sam witnessed her regurgitating for the first time and panicked. Thinking his poor sister was exploding he yelled, "HER STOMACH IS COMING OUT! Hey look! There's Clara's yogurt."

Sam's dinner prayer had me smiling: "Dear God, please help Clara to get really, really better." Amen.

Thursday, September 08, 2011

The Little Drummer Boy and his Sweet Sister

Life in Pictures
 Sam wanted to play drums with Daddy. This was our (cheap) alternative.
 Clara is not a baby. She's been crawling for a few weeks now. Yesterday she pulled to standing by herself and today I caught her scurrying up the stairs. She is a sneaky little sweetie.
 Love those cheeks.
 And boom! A whole new world has opened up to her.
 In disbelief of her new balancing act.
She's rather tickled with her ability to stand.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Sam Solves World Problems


Each night at bed time we ask Sam how he'd like to pray. We normally prompt him to say something that he is thankful for as well as a request. He hasn't quite gotten the request part yet and generally treats evening prayers like a wish-list for Santa. Tonight, however, his mind was working overtime:

Me: "Sam, can you think of something you'd like to thank God for? How about something you'd like to ask God?"

Sam: "I want a hug toy pelican. And I want to thank God that there aren't any dragons. And we need to pray for the kids in Africa that don't have clean water. Someone needs to tell the animals to not go in the water and take a bath there. I know! We can get them two ponds! Then people can drink from one pond and the animals can take baths in the other pond."