Every now and again, maybe about 2 weeks out of every 52 it seems, we get a week where nothing much happens. And man are those the best weeks ever. Lemon and Lime both recovered from the cold they had over Thanksgiving and stayed well for the last 10 days or so. It's amazing what 10 days of good health will do for a couple of boys. By that I mean that their energy level is such that Papa Bear and I have serious concerns as to whether our house and worldly possessions will survive the onslaught. One afternoon this week when Lemon was being particularly "energetic," we at first wondered if something was wrong. It turns out, actually, that something was right--it had been a week or so since he'd last vomited, so he was finally feeling caught up on sleep and nutrition and boy did it show.
I'm glad Lemon was full of pep for his week as "child of the week" in his class at school. He got to wear a crown every day, and have a poster with pictures of his family hung in the classroom. On Wednesday, I went in and did a science demonstration for the kids, layering corn syrup, water, and olive oil in a drinking glass. I think it went well, although thus far Lemon has declined to recount the experience for anyone. After some prodding he is willing to concede that I was in his classroom, but that is about it.Papa Bear was out of town for a couple of days this week, so at the kids' request I took them on a drive "at night time" (ie 4:45pm) to see the holiday lights around our neighborhood. Since they almost never leave the house when it's dark, this was a profoundly thrilling experience, which we topped off by picking up some take-out food from a restaurant, another cause for high excitement. I couldn't get any traction with Lemon on the chicken satay that I got for him, but weirdly he adored the cucumber salad that came with it. In other news, his relationship with food continues to mystify everyone.
Lime appears to be going through some sort of growth spurt, and I've temporarily conceded the point that he may take a sippy cup of milk to bed with him. The old me would have not been in favor of this idea at all. The new me, on the other hand, recognizes the inherent benefit implied by not getting up to pour a glass of milk at 3 a.m. He's almost up to 25 lb, so who knows, may be by his 30 month check-up in January he will have clawed his way out of the 4th percentile for weight. His little personality is getting more assertive by the day, and he and his brother seem to always want to be together, even when they struggle to maintain domestic harmony. But, being alone is boring. The cats agree!
