What a big day for Little Man! He spent this afternoon monitoring activity at McFall Motors, providing us with useful feedback as to the comings and goings of customers. I think I heard him trying to explain to an elderly woman the importance of keeping her tires properly inflated and replacing spark plugs so as to obtain optimum fuel efficiency (bearing in mind, he added, the spiralling economy and the consumer fear that has gripped us all), but she could not hear him through the glass. Alas.
Lucas told me that his new best friend is Charlie. He is so very impressed that Charlie can dance while standing, and Charlie can throw a ball, and Charlie can dump cottage cheese on his head. He told me he can't wait to grow up. He is sure that being one and a half is the best time in a man's life.
a horrible, horrible dream that it was snowy and bitter cold outside, although to tell the truth I think it was actually maybe a nice dream, because Lucas was wearing his little bomber jacket and mittens and we were sledding down the hill, and then we came in and had hot cocoa. Hmm. Yes, it was a nice dream. Even so, when I woke up and gingerly stuck my toes out of the blankets and discovered it was warm out (and muggy, even better!) I almost couldn't take it. Truly. I think this afternoon we will have to go frog hunting! Or wading in the creek! And here's a sidenote that shouldn't be left as a sidenote: isn't Olivia darling?
So last night I was holding Lucas in my lap as Matt and I watched House. The lady on the show was having a seizure, and we were leaned forward ("Oh no! Will House be able to solve this one?!") when suddenly, Lucas started to choke. His tongue was sticking way out, and his eyelids were fluttering. "LUCAS!!!" I screamed, and sat him up, tipping him forward. Whereupon... He opened his little eyes, looked at me, and burst out laughing. A carcajadas. It was a joke! Someday when he's older, I think I'll have to explain that pretending to have a seizure (or whatever it was he was doing) is not funny. Maybe I'll suggest that he give puns a spin, or perhaps try out the timeless "Not" joke.
Well, Lucas landed in the hospital again. His poor little eye got infected, and the doctors were very worried because they thought the infection might spread to his brain. He had to have a cat scan and everything! He was so very brave and tried his best to make us smile, making his faces when he had the energy and doing little dances. This was after his first twenty four hours of complete lethargy, which was the scariest part. Then the antibiotics started to kick in and (thank you Lord!) he got better!
So that's the long and short of it, and here the things in between. The first night in the hospital, he sang a sweet, sad dirge. Then at four a.m. he did a dance for us, and then tried to give Betsy a kiss through the bedrails. He also gave me a kiss while they were taking his blood! He made me cry. What else? We prayed that he would be able to hold still during the cat scan, and he did! He just stared up while Matt sang to him Brandy ("what a good wife you would be.") Perfectly completely still and they got a good look and saw that the infection wasn't spreading. The next morning, he fed Betsy some of his sausage, and then fed some to Matt (which was a real gesture of love because he loves sausage.) I think I could ramble on and on about all the sweet things my Lucas did but alas, he is smiling and me and I must go scoop him up.
PS. Thank you to Ginger, grandma and grandpa, grandma Lola, Glen and Betty and Kyle, mom and dad and Jon and Betsy for visiting!