This week was a big one for Jonesy boy. He peed in the toilet for the first time. Big deal. And he get second degree burns on his hand for the first time. Big deal.
First the peepee…
You see, he only learned that pee came out of his penis a couple of months ago. Before then he thought he just had a toy at his disposal. Once he figured out that pee came out of it, it was only a matter of time before he put two and two together (toilet and peepee, that is). Sometimes he prefers to go in the big toilet, so we just hold him over and he drips a couple of times into the water. It’s funny though, ’cause he only thinks about going pee after he’s gone in his diaper. So when he sits to go it’s as if he’s severely constipated or something. He just pushes and pushes until one, two, or even three drops come out.
Good times.
We used to have a lock on our dishwasher. Jones ripped it off. Twice. Here’s what happened. First he turned the heated drying option on. Then he turned the dishwasher on. Then he opened it up. Then he grabbed the burning hot filament at the bottom of the dishwasher, thus burning three of his fingers. Poor kid. I’ll try to post a picture of his hand all wrapped up like a club. He’s been real strong, but the burns are pretty nasty…maybe he won’t get into the dishwasher anymore.
Jess is doing quite a bit better, she’s up and around these days. Me and her even went out for dinner tonight. Jones is enjoying having his mom back. But a couple of days ago when Jess was reading him a story, that familiar feeling of nausea began to overwhelm her. She quickly set Jones down and ran to the bathroom to spew. The saddest thing was when Jones quickly ran after her crying and saying “No! No, mommy! All done.” He just burst into tears and kept closing the toilet lid and trying to pull Jess out of the bathroom and off the floor. Poor kid was scared of loosing his mom again to being sick.
I’m done with lent so I’ll start commenting on blogs again. Peace out.
im glad lent is over so you can start drinking water again.p.s. why is jones so funny?! i wish i knew him…he and i could be best friends. except for when he does dumb stuff like grab burniing coils…
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Oh, poor Jonesy! When we were kids, I was adventurous and discovery-bound, like Jones, but Gina had most of the serious injuries. Maybe that's why she's a little happier to stay at home.
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What the frick just happened?
once upon a time, the husband was walking aroudn with out his shirt on.me: husband what is that on your back?husband: what is what?me: this scar that goes halfway up your back from your waist to about the bottom of your shoulder blade?husband: oh, when i was 4 or 5 i fell out of a tree.me: when you were 4 or 5?!?!?husband: yeah.me: that's a BIG scar for a little kid.husband: yeah, my mom had her hands full with my brother and i.
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