15 posts tagged “bugism”
And today The Bug said:
I'm your fireman. You can help me turn my hose on.
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.
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?
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.
A couple weeks ago, I scored these awesome monkey bars from Target - marked down from $99.99 to $25, and they were the last set in the store. My dad and I set them up last week, and it's pretty much rained and/or been too wet/humid/mucky to play in the backyard every since.
It hasn't made for a terribly fun second week of "vacation," while The Bug's school is closed. Don't let the bright look of that photo fool you - the yard is a swamp.
On the plus side, the bad weather has given us a chance to watch a lot of Sesame Street, Fireman Sam and Bob the Builder. Also, we have some very good books to read. Like this one:
The Bug calls it Dangerous Kids, by Dr. Skeleton.
Really.
And of course, yesterday, we had torrential downpours and thunderstorms all afternoon, with a bonus power outage just in time for The Bug's bedtime. Because I'm just that kind of mom, the "crisis" was no reason to keep The Bug up. We brushed teeth and read books by flashlight, and then did the rest of our bedtime stuff (singing songs, mostly) in the dark, as usual. And The Bug fell right asleep, amid the thunder claps and the sound of rain hammering the roof (and leaking into our bathroom).
Funniest Bug sentence of the week so far:
"That's a boo rider. And then we can pipe it."
= "sneak ups"
As in "Bug wants more sneak ups, puh-lease."
"We should build Mommy into a house. Then we should take Mommy's hair off."
I couldn't make this shit up.
We're on a Johnny Cash kick around here. The Bug's current favorite:
After we watched it today (by request), he said "Cash was good!"
