Daily Notes

I think Ezekiel is right: we are just going to stay sick. Our family has never all been sick at the same time and I don't remember any of us being sick for this long! I think we've passed the two week mark. Ugh! Surely we're at the tail end of it.

Let's hope so because we are moving. Really soon. Since we don't have to pack very much at all, I feel more like I'm going on a long trip than like I'm moving. No boxes, no packing paper, no kids picking up on major changes about to happen, no yard sales, etc all makes the transition very surreal. The other thing is that we've been planning to move for so long. The fact that its upon us is stranger than holding a newborn and realizing that the pregnancy really is over.

As it is, Ezekiel is stripped to the waist playing in the sink with soap that will be thrown out in a few weeks anyway. From that perspective its not really wasteful even if it is handmade soap.

Smile and then Roar Like a Monster

Sick

Ezekiel: Mom, can I have some of my bucket costume candy? (Referring to his Halloween candy)
Me: No. Too much candy makes you sick and you're already sick and need to get better.
Quiet. Pause.
Ezekiel: No. That's okay. I'm gonna stay sick.

The Artist and His Muse

Okay, I'm totally interjecting Zipporah as Muse. But Ezekiel does love her a lot and is almost as oriented around her needs and me. So maybe its not too far off.

Crying While Playing

During enforced independent play time today, Ezekiel played with a transformer, an etch-e-sketch, a puzzle, and dressed up in his winter gear all while crying about how much he didn't want to play by himself. Tough life kid.

Scheduling

Here's the schedule I made for Ezekiel. Lest anyone think I'm super organized or on top of things, let's be clear that I haven't actually followed the chart for a single day since I made it two weeks ago. On the up side, I have a clear list of things in my head that could fill a day, or an hour. And I have a clear list of things that I care about doing everyday. So thats a start. And today we've begun talking about days of the week.

My Heart Swells

Tonight Ezekiel hopped up from the table saying he was all done. As he took off his bib he said, "Thanks for making dinner for me Mom." Hello! I've never even asked him to say that before. Just straight from his little heart.

Since the week before Christmas, we've been doing 'readings' with Ezekiel. he picks a Bible story and we pick a prayer (The Lord's Prayer) and do a little catechism memory work. Then he gets a piece of candy (chocolate). A couple days ago I was saying the Lord's Prayer when he busted in on me and completed the daily bread line before I could say it. I was stunned as I had no idea he'd memorized any of it. Tonight he completed each line as Patrick recited it and he got each word right except that he replaced 'temptation' with 'heaven'. We tried not to snicker but mostly we could barely contain our pride.

When you ask Ezekiel why we eat candy at Christmas, he says 'because the gospel is sweet.' How cute is that?

I truly wish I understood why he's in such a jolly mood one day and so impossible the next. What is it that makes the difference? I'm guessing I'm not the first mom to be baffled by this mystery which is perhaps why its been chalked up to something as ludacris as getting up on the wrong side of the bed. I suppose I shouldn't try to understand things about my kid that I don't even understand about myself.