I know that it can be irksome--especially when one doesn't have children--to read FB statuses which are full of kid anecdotes. So I'll put it in blog form and that way you can avoid them, you grinches. (Just kidding.)
Yesterday, while Max and I were waiting in the hallway of his school for his preschool classroom to open, he saw a classmate wearing a shirt emblazoned with superheroes. Max said with his usual enthusiasm, "Oh, hey, I LOVE your superhero shirt! And guess what?! I am wearing my superhero underwear today!" The other boy looked nonplussed, which Max took as license to continue on. "I also got NEW BLACK UNDERWEAR!!!" (For some reason, he really digs black underwear, apparently.) After a moment's reflection, Max said, "I bet he'd like to see my underwear!"
This, of course, is when I reminded him that even in the unlikely event that the boy would like to see them, it was not appropriate. Max smiled wistfully and said, "Yeah, I know, but I bet he would anyway." Well, no, probably not. Oh well.
Ben, a sturdy 3 year old nowadays, is completely and utterly anti-potty. Cries just sitting on his little potty. Since I've been getting nauseated just being in the bathroom for the last few months of this pregnancy, I haven't made any serious attempt at the potty training, although it sure would be swell not to have two kids in diapers again come summer time. Lately, Ben has taken to whining at me while I'm wiping his bottom during diaper changes that "Mommy, you're hurting my feelings." Spare me, son.
We also know now that his language therapy last year paid off big time. 12-18 months ago he was nearly non-verbal. Now he doesn't STOP talking. When it rains, it pours!
Speaking of, January was a rough month, folks. Here in the greater Portland area was categorized by an unusual amount of snow and ice, and our city is not equipped to deal with it whatsoever. Thanks to environmental concerns (and, to be fair, a general lack of snow in our climate), Portland doesn't salt roads, nor does it have enough snow plows. So the city's plan is to just wait and let the snow melt on its own. The highways do get cleared fairly quickly, but almost any other road, including other major arterials, get nothing. The snow gets packed down and slick and accidents abound.
Allen was the victim of one such accident. The second week of January, a lady spun out on some ice and smacked him head on. He walked away unhurt, thank God, but his truck was seriously messed up. It's taken almost a month but we finally got word that the truck was considered a total loss and we will receive insurance compensation so Allen can buy a "new-to-him" truck soon (another gratitude; Allen was also deemed totally not at fault in the accident.) So he's been truckless for most of January. Thankfully, we still had the Toyota Echo sitting around in his mom's driveway, so he was able to use that (and for a week and a half he drove a rental car which was partly covered by insurance).
Still, being truckless put a crimp in his usual scrap-gathering routine, which is doubly unfortunate because he's been temporarily laid off for most of January with no end in sight. Thankfully he's had a remodeling side job to keep money coming in, but that is soon going to be drawing to an end. It sounds like he can apply for temporary unemployment once the side job stops, though, so that will also help. And if all else fails we do have a tax refund coming our way soon. Providence is real.
Healthwise, January was rotten. Upon returning from our otherwise great trip to see my family in St. Louis, I came down with the flu. Not the throwing up kind (although I was already doing that thanks to morning sickness); just the aches, chills, fever, and general lethargy kind. It spread through the family. Then at the end of January a nasty 48 hr diarrhea bug went through the household too. Ugh. As you can imagine, that didn't do any favors for my nausea and throwing up. Between weather shutting down school and kids being sick, I think Ruby may have only gotten to school for less than half of the month. Yikes!
It was a better month for morning sickness relief, probably thanks in part to getting a Zofran prescription and thanks in part to moving into the second trimester. But I still have nausea and alas my Zofran refill is caught in jnsurance limbo right now so I don't have any at the ready. :(
But at the end of February we get to find out the sex of Cook baby #4, and I'm excited for that. If old wives' tales can be believed, this just has to be a girl. The sickness, the acne, the cravings for sweets...it all adds up. And I have a girl name picked out that I just love: Ivy Anne. Ivy because I like the sound of it and it fits with our other kids' names well and there's a nice C.S. Lewis character by that name; Anne for my mom's middle name and St. Anne (and "Anne with an e" of Green Gables, of course.) But we'll be happy with a boy, too, of course. If a boy, we're thinking Samwise (Sam for short) Pio. Samwise for Frodo's loyal companion in the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Pio for St. Padre Pio and for "pius Aeneas" from the Aeneid. I would also be happy with a middle name of Chrysostom, Athanasius, Cyprian, or Jerome for some older-school saints. Samwise Cyprian is a nice alliterative name. I guess we're not as settled on the boy name yet because I just feel so sure it's a girl! But time (and ultrasounds) will tell...
Quite a mixed bag month (and that's not even getting into politics and nation & world affairs!!!), but not without blessings and Providential outcomes. Deo gratias.