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hockey stick?

Yes, at our house, that's the way The Bug sings it.  He's also developed a fondness for Queen's "Bicycle," and most of the Sweeney Todd soundtrack, which I've been listening to in the car. The usual cry from the back seat is "Mommy, turn it louder," and unless we're already at ear shattering volume, I usually comply, because, well, a lot of what we listen to nowadays is either loud or louder. But Sweeney gives me a chance to explain that not all music is supposed to be loud, and that what starts out quiet could turn loud later. Yup, we're learning about dynamics. He's getting it, too.

Well. Except the part about how it translates to an appropriate volume for speaking indoors. I'm afraid that's going to be a long, hard lesson.

We just spent some time with my brother and his family. That means my brother, his wife, and their four children. The girls are 10, 8 and 1, and my nephew, J, is 6. The first night we were there, the Bug slept in j's room. Here's what I heard on the monitor first thing in the morning:

Bug: How do you tell it's a T. Rex?
J: A T. Rex has pointy teeth.
Bug: What does T. Rex eat?
J: A T. Rex would eat you.
Bug: Nooo, they eat meat.
J: But you are meat!
Bug: But he won't eat my penis. That's where I go pee-pee.

I have a list of things to do as long as my arm, but the Bug and his dad are sitting on the couch, watching Schoolhouse Rock (which the Bug calls "Rock and Roll High School), so I might as well relax, too.

Let's see, what's been going on? Well, the Bug's musical taste continues to develop. Recently added to his singing repertoire:

• "Maxwell's Silver Hammer"
• "Search and Destroy" (we listen to the original Iggy & The Stooges version, thankyouverymuch), and the Bug stomps around with his guitar and sings "I'm a street walking napalm" We're working on the lyrics).
• "Manchester, England" (yes, from Hair). (He's been known to tell us he's a "genius genius.")
  

This morning, we decorated our holiday tree. Shiny, shiny! Photos later. The Bug knew immediately, without us showing him, how to hang the ornaments.

Last Sunday night, at bedtime, the following conversation took place.
Daddy: Tomorrow is a school day. You'll go to school and I'll go to work.
Bug: NO! You'll go to school and I'll go to work!
Daddy: Well, they really need me to come and do my job.
Bug: No! I'll do your job. How hard can it be? You do it!

Driving home after preschool today, The Bug wanted to see more decorations, please! so we took the "scenic" route. Our neighborhood is quite Jewish, and a bit Muslim, and obviously some Christian, and I'm sure some other things too, but... decoration-wise, it's hit or miss. So here's the conversation:

Bug: More! I want to see more decorations!
Me: There aren't any more to see before we get home.
Bug: Why?
Me: Well, the decorations are for Christmas, and not everyone celebrates Christmas.
Bug: But... Santa Claus...
Me: What about Santa Claus?
Bug: Santa Claus sells Christmas.

And really, what more is there to say?

I fell for cakeyvoice when I first saw her knitted zombies.
But this... this brings me a ridiculous amount of Halloween joy.
If you don't understand, I'm not sure why you're here...

He's so funny I can't keep up. Some recent items:

Me: Did you have a good day at school?
Bug: It was a hard day.
Me: What made it so hard?
Bug: All the rolling around the room.

Please note that there was no activity that could even remotely be construed as "rolling around the room" in school that day. Or pretty much any other day.

The Bug to the assistant school director's computer: Come on, you piece of junk.
After which, the computer actually did what the assistant director had been trying to get it to do.

This morning, on our way out of the house, he held the door for me and said Come on, Mama darlin'.

Tonight at bedtime it was I love you, MommyConfusing.

I'm sure there are a dozen other things that have cracked me up in the last few days, I just can't remember them. Would it be too much to just record him all the time?

So said The Bug, after booting three times in quick succession, covering the majority of the tile floor on the enclosed porch.

That was Sunday afternoon.

On Sunday night, I made his bed as follows:
waterproof mattress pad
fitted sheet
waterproof mattress pad
fitted sheet
garbage bags (I was out of waterproof mattress pads, you see)
fitted sheet

My logic was that if he barfed in the middle of the night, I'd much rather take off one layer than have to remake a whole bed. And it paid off, because boy, did he barf. And boy, was it quicker and easier to deal with, what with my smart planning ahead.

On Monday, I kept him home with me. He was fine. Not even a hint that he might throw up. Monday night? He was fine. But I was sick. All.Night.Long.

On Tuesday, The Bug went to school, but I stayed home from work. Not too far into the day, Seth came home sick, too. And at about 4pm, The Bug's teacher called to say he had thrown up. Which meant he had to stay home Wednesday. That was okay, though, because Seth was in no shape to go to work, so they convalesced together and I went to work.

Why, you may wonder, am I writing this at two o'clock in the morning? Well, I'm doing laundry. Because I'm fine, Seth is fine, and The Bug was fine all day long... Hadn't been sick since 4pm Tuesday afternoon... Had a great day... Went to bed... Slept for a few hours... And then threw up in bed.

So, yeah. You don't want to let Spaghetti-O puke sit until morning. So I'm washing the sheets, the comforter, the pillow, the blanket - the whole kit and caboodle. It was so bad that Seth took The Bug in for a shower while I took care of the laundry and got his room back in order, and then he was so pitiful that we let him watch Sesame Street before we put him back to bed. You know he's pitiful when we let him watch tv at 11pm.

I know the stomach flu has been going around. Lots of kids at The Bug's school have been out with it. But this business of being fine for 24+ hours and then getting sick again, since Sunday? This seems a bit much. We'll be taking Mr. Bug to the doctor in the morning. How I love sick child walk-in hours...

And then we'll have to figure out what to do if he can't go to school on Friday. Tomorrow's a no-brainer, we both have the day off. But Friday, we both have to work. Seth can't take the day off, and if I can't work, I'm responsible for getting someone to cover for me. Which I already did on Tuesday. I might be SOL.

The Bug has the right of it. Puke makes it slippery.

If only I liked to cook...

Maybe reading gastrokid will inspire me.  After all, I did recently whip up that fabulous tomato tart from jenblossom's foodie blog (the only food site I read regularly).

At the very least, if I'm not going to start cooking more, I should work on my presentation.  lunch in a box should help with that, no? 

(Will I actually do much more than read those sites and think "damn, I suck"?  One can hope...)

The Bug wore this to Target today:

not a hat

It's a diaper cover with a dog face on the butt.  Yes, he chose to wear it.  Believe me, he wouldn't stand for it otherwise.  He said it was his fire helmet.  And his bicycle helmet.  So we got him a real bicycle helmet.  And some rain boots.  Because I'd like him to be able to go out in our back yard (aka "the swamp land") sometime in the next couple days.

So this is what he put on after dinner, when he begged to go out and ride his "motorcycle::

trike

The rain boots have frog faces on the toes.
The Bug is hilarious.