May 15, 2008
Life has been so crazy that I could use a little laugh. Well I got one this morning. Eric woke up around 4:45 am, which I had been awake since 2:30 when G-man and B were fighting over floor space in our room, after kicking them out of my bed. Yeah I know that isn't very funny especially since T-rex "slept through the night" (well he woke up at 4 am which he hasn't slept straight from 8-4 for a long time). But anyway so Eric decides to just shower and leave for work.
Sometime between Eric going down stairs and him leaving G-man ended up in my bed. I finally started to fall back to sleep. Until I hear the door alarm and front door shut, when I realize Eric just left, G-man springs up in bed. He says in a panic, "MOM someone just broke into our house." I could hear the panic in his voice, and being that it still was dark, I could understand his concern. But it made me giggle. I reached over put my hand on his chest and with my most calming mom voice said "G its just Dad leaving for work. Go back to sleep." He did, I did, and then we were almost late for school, leaving the house with only a minute to spare.
Ok G-man has been saying some pretty random things. Not sure what is going through his head. But I was getting ready for our date on Saturday night and trying on different outfits. I came out and asked Eric if I looked nice. Notice I had to ask. :) G-man popped in "you look Gay."
"that isn't very nice."
B asked "What does Gay mean?"
G-man tells her "it means you like girls."
B replies "Oh Dad you are so Gay."
Then he has been going on this whole "i'm dying and my body is falling apart and you have to take me to the doctors right now." I am so not sure why he is feeling like he is falling apart and dying. He is a healthy little boy other than the few little accidents he has had lately. But Saturday and then Sunday night he threw this teary eyed fit swearing he was dying and we had to take him to the doctor. We tried to figure out what was wrong but he just said he was falling apart- probably heard me saying that one too many times. But he then looked at me, who at this point was laughing because it was so random, he said "I can't yawn." We assured him that he didn't need to yawn to survive. I tried yawning for him to provoke a yawn and it didn't work. The poor child couldn't yawn, and he was so frustrated, he just passed out and went to sleep.