Sister?

James loves telling us who our parents are. "You're daddy is... Papa Pat! And you're mommy is... Gramma SANDY! And Daddy's daddy is... Papa Jim!! And his mommy is Gramma... Chris!!" I wish I could add the squeakiness, but alas, I cannot without video. Since he's got our parents down pat, we've been working on who our siblings are. Mine are pretty easy, and he gets them the majority of the time. But Brad is the 5th of 6 surviving kids. And loooooots more cousins. James can remember a few, but still needs help. One thing he has picked up on is that I have one sister, and Brad has one sister. One day I asked him, "Do you want a little sister? Or another brother?" And he said, "Yeah! I have two brothers!" He asked about how he doesn't have a sister and I told him he has brothers instead. A few days later, we were going over our siblings again. We were asking about Brad's sister and afterwards, James says, "What about MY sister??" He looked a little confused and concerned. We laughed a little and told him he probably won't get a sister, but that it is ok. He has two great little brothers to play with and be friends with. That seemed to do the job to calm his mind (for now). 

I know if it were up to James, we'd have lots more babies. He is such a great big brother and loves to dote on Gavin and Jack. He has become quite the comforter and helper. Even though we are most likely done adding to our family, it's great to see James ready to love more if any decide to join us. I remember worrying when pregnant with Gavin, of him loving and accepting his little brother and how that would go over. And I worried again with Jack, seeing as how they were both still so very young. James has been a huge example of acceptance and love. He doesn't know any better that he has had to share his parents with his brothers more than most little kids do. This is his life. And he loves it. 

"Hates" Butter

For some time now, James has declared he hates butter. We have pancakes/waffles almost every weekend and if he sees us getting the butter out (because who doesn't want some on their pancakes or waffles??) he HAS to remind us he doesn't like it. Do we listen? Not all the time. That's the magic of butter- it melts. You can't see it. Especially when you put something like syrup or cinnamon and sugar or honey on it afterwards. It's just a wonderful thing to moisten something that is dry. And let's be honest, our string bean needs the extra calories! So I sneak it on when I can. Can he taste it? Heck no! So does he hate butter? Nope. He likes the taste. He hates seeing butter. If something has cooled off too much and he can see it- freak out. Until I "take it off". So funny how picky they can be and have no idea how much they really like something.

Pink Eye

Two weeks ago, James got pink eye. This is our first time getting it in our household, and it was sad. His eye was halfway shut on the worst day. He kept going into the bathroom to look at it (he loves any reason to look in a mirror), and would come out telling me, "My eye is still purple, Mommy". Cue sad face. It started off in his right eye, and he got it a little in his left eye but not nearly as bad as the right. That cleared up and no one got it. I was amazed. Until a few days later when my eye started bugging me. I go into the bathroom to see what was wrong, and sure enough... I was getting pink eye. Definitely linked it to that awful cold I had. By the end of the day it was at least 1/3 of the way shut and the next day, a for sure 1/2 way closed. Blah. Mine cleared up a little faster because, well... because I'm an adult and understand to not touch my eye too much! And wash right afterwards, of course. My eye is still bugging me a little, but I think it's just the aftermath of the pink eye. I remember having it my sophomore year of high school and for weeks afterwards, my eye not being normal for a while. And it's the same eye. And I look drugged the minute I feel sleepy because my eye is still being funky and will get all wilted looking. Anyways... moving on...

Again, thought we were in the clear. Few days later, Jack started getting the signs and he now has it in both eyes. Yesterday was probably his worst day. He is so runny nosed and his eye just isn't looking good. Then yesterday, Gavin finally got it. Gaaaaaaaaaaah!!! Luckily so far, his isn't that bad but his cold is worse. I'll take a worse cold for him because he fiiiights me on taking care of his eye. Though James didn't like it, he cooperated and Jack acts like nothing uncomfortable is going on. He's a dream pink eye patient :) Anyways, I really cannot wait for this little household to be healthy. Though we are staying home (do not want to give this to others!), the weather has been decent so we've been able to get outside. Thank heavens! 

Here's to hoping we kiss this first pink eye epidemic good-bye this weekend and get healthy soon!