Nummas!

I realize I don't write much about Trent on this blog.  Not to worry, my little man is not forgotten.

He now has a vocabulary of about 150+ words.

One of his favorite words is 'nummas'  to indicate anything he might want to eat.

This morning I was reading an article on Cnn.com and he was snuggling with a fever.  Up pops a little ad for M&M's on the side bar.  Trent, ''Nummas!  Nummas! me!  Nana's house?  Nummas!''  Well, we know who has been spoiling their grandson with chocolate!

I was actually impressed that he recognized an animated version of a piece of candy.  Was it the shape?  The color?  Or the 'M' on Ms. Brown's stomach?  Makes you wonder.

Then again, he's also pointed at Wendy's and uttered the words, ''Nun get.  Nummas.  Nun get Nummas''.  Since mommy has been doing a LOT of vendor fairs, daddy does special lunches with the kids at Wendy's.

His independence streak regarding food can be frustrating at time.  He demands the whole package to portion out his own food.  There have been countless bags of raisins, cheerios, graham crackers dumped on the floor.  He finds cans of beans (green beans, baked beans, and black beans) in the pantry and insists you open them....''bens!  bens!''  He will gladly eat a half can of any of these.

Weird things he eats:  Sharp cheese, feta, salt and vinegar kale chips, fish sticks, hungarian beef.

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Adding this on 6 -13

My little genius busted out some new ideas yesterday that I wanted to write down.

We were riding in the car and he was mad the sun was in his face...''Sun!  Not nice!  Night night, sun all done!   Sun off!''

At lunch time the kids were eating pepperoni and he was playing.  I wasn't paying much attention to what he was doing and then his words hit me...''Circle...round and round...circle....round and round.''  He was saying this as he made one pepperoni slice orbit the pile on his plate.  I called Rich, just so the Georgia Tech daddy could relish his son's genius.

Big Questions

Living with an almost 5 yr old is a ride.  A big ride filled with lots of questions and observations we adults never stop to question.  The observations can be completely wrong or illogical but that is how Nora perceives the world.

*  ''Mommy, why do girls have hairs on their legs and arms?  Only daddy's need hair.  Brother will get lots of hair like daddy? - mind you, she did not tell me WHY daddy's need hair.

* ''How do mommy's get the baby?  - Yes people, she asked the million dollar question at 4 yrs old!

* ''Those peckerwoods(woodpeckers...but HAHAHAA at her mistake)  they hammer at the pine tree and eat like squirrels.  (What!?)  They hammer a hole and hide a nut just like the squirrels.  (Oh good, because for a moment there I thought we had carnivorous woodpeckers hunting the squirrels)

*  ''You see that rainbow mommy?  Watch a unicorn will ride down it.''

*  ''This lock on the gate is soooo meannnnnn!  It won't let me out!''  (Um, that's the purpose of a lock!)

*  ''Mimi loves me SO much!  Look at the stickers she gaved me!''

*  ''Mommy can I buy something with my penny?  It's almost a dollar.''

*  ''Loki got shots at the vet, she was so brave.  But they don't have suckers like at my doctor.''

These Hands

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the scene in Neverending Story when the big rock creature starts talking....''these hands, these hands, used to be so strong.''  He has this confusion about how they could have failed him.

I understand this.

For a couple years now, I've noticed a clumsiness when grabbing things.  Either I miss judge a distance and end up knocking things over or I go to put something down my hands seem to let go before I want to.  Many, many cups of coffee have been spilled and/or broken in this way.  I always credited it with sleep deprivation after having Trent almost two years ago, but that's not such an issue these days.

Then came me being tired every afternoon,  no matter how much sleep I get.

After that was the depression and anxiety of last year which came out of no where.

And now,  there is a weakness in my legs and arms.  I can only describe it as the feeling after a really big workout when muscle fatigue has set in.  If I vacuum, my biceps feel it, if I go up the stairs my thighs and calves are aching at the top.

Something is definitely going on.  We have multiple sclerosis(MS) on both sides of the family so if I were a betting person that is where I'd place my money.

Oddly, we are calm about this.