Seth's Weblog

Seth started preschool in November, and in a short time, he’s really taken to “schooling” in ways that he didn’t with me. I suppose it’s a mama thing. He likes his teacher, and even says he wants to be a teacher when he grows up. (I think that’s the first non-mythical creature that he’s ever aspired to be.)

He’s also picking up a pencil, every day, without being asked. His stick figures have gotten more detailed even in a week’s time, like that book Leo the Late Bloomer. When they bloom, they blossom all at once.

He’s also hit his rhyming phase. I always point out whenever I notice that we’ve made a rhyme. Several weeks ago I made a rhyme and when he was disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to it first I said, “Rhymes are free. You can’t steal a rhyme.” I said this to make him feel better and share my rhyme with him. But all he really hears is the “can’t” and tells Arwen “You can’t steal a rhyme.” meaning, that’s my rhyme and you can’t have it.

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This is how I found Seth at 3 a.m., sitting on the pot with spew splattered on the floor in front of him. It’s one of my favorite milestones, seeing a toddler get to the bathroom in time to vomit. Granted, he didn’t have the experience to know that the feeling in his belly meant something was coming up. I’m proud of him nonetheless. Linoleum makes the cleanup much easier. No pallet to make on the floor, and no bed to strip. He was especially proud of himself when he vomited the second time 20 minutes later in the vomit bucket I’d placed beside his bed.

This is one of my ickier weblogs, but it’s a tip-off to tell y’all what is to come. From my experience, I will not be the next one to get it. Seth will pass that baton to Arwen, who has even less experience in getting her head over the bowl. She will probably be more afraid and will cry more. Then it will be Savannah’s turn. I probably won’t even know Savannah’s having trouble until she comes to find me and tells me that she’s thrown up, in the toilet if she makes it in time. Then my turn will come. Brad may or may not have to stay home for a day. He’ll complain a day later of his stomach not feeling quite right but nothing will come of it.

I’m already considering, “What do I not mind throwing up?” So far today I’ve had for “brefkest” a piece of pound cake and an iced mocha and for lunch a fuji apple with almond butter. What not to eat: popcorn (the husks are too scratchy), strong Italian flavors such as garlic, marinara, especially the breadsticks and sauce from Little Caesar’s.

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