Sorry about the late post. I was nearly asleep when I realized that “someone” hadn’t written the blog yet. :) That guy needs to get on it! Ok, here we go, it’s been a big week so strap your reading glasses on it’s time to et to business.
Earlier this week Lisa took the boys to a work “shin-dig” (could have been a hoot-n-nanny but I wasn’t there so I can neither confirm nor deny the existence of a hoot or nanny, so we’ll move on). The guys had a pretty fun time and got to play tic-tac-toe against people with masters degrees. I can only assume William let them win so they wouldn’t feel bad. Which, to me, was a rather decent thing to do. ;)
On to a celebration for Lisa’s good friend Anne. She just finished her last bit of schooling and the boys could not have been happier for her. Especially since she had two cats. Oliver loved that fact. :)
Speaking of cats, two cool cats got together again to go see a movie together. I am of course referring to Hermes and myself. It had been a while and it was good to catch up and see a great nerdy movie.
Now to skip ahead to Thursday. A day that will live in infamy (meaning “more than famous”, Three Amigos quote). Anyways, Lisa and I got a call from school saying that Oliver was not feeling well and he had a fever.
By the time I was off the phone I was in my car. I rushed in… Calmly… And asked Oliver how he was feeling. After he bounced off a child sized couch and ran over to me, he said he was feeling fine. My suspicions rose. I did the standard once over, typical dad/doctoring, “Where does it hurt? When did it start hurting? Why does it hurt?”
However, before Oliver even had a moment to respond to my myriad of questions I noticed that there was something in his nose. Upon first glimpse, as he was in typical Oliver form and quite squiggly, I thought it was snot. Upon closer inspection, the blockage was indeed neon green and therefor not snot (unless Oliver was insanely ill or an alien).
Having never had to deal with this type of situation before I decided to ask the teachers of his preschool what the next course of action should be. Surely, they must have dealt with this copious amounts of times as they are literally surrounded by potential nose blockage victims all day!
Never had this happen before.
I kid you not. Oliver was the first kid that these two particular teachers had ever had stick something up his nose before. Of course he was.
Very well, we’ll pack up his stuff and head to the doctor’s office just a block away. I informed William where we were going and why and without skipping a beat he grabbed his coat and joined us, as if to say, “I gotta see this!” :)
The actual doctor experience was rather anticlimactic I’m afraid. Also, much to William’s chagrin. He was hoping they would get out the large vacuum they mentioned could be an option. Instead, a pair of tweezers and steady hands were enough to do the job. I held Oliver still, the doctor worked his magic, and William was right under the doctor’s arm getting as close to the action as possible.
That same evening, Oliver and I were downstairs while William was getting into his pajamas when we heard, “Daddy, I can’t reach my underwear!”
Now, as a parent you learn to expect the unexpected. Less and less tends to phase you… Except silence, never trust silence. But hearing “Daddy, I can’t reach my underwear!” Begs so many questions. You brain starts to try to put together what kind of scenario would end up with a four year old needing to shout these words to his parent.
My curiosity peeked, and Oliver’s too, we headed upstairs to discover what would lead William to utter that particular phrase:
Having had QUITE the day, both boys were naturally asleep almost two hours after I put them to bed.
As for their week with Taurean, they enjoyed a lot of fun things like bubble blowing, bus riding, and petting a “red spotted tortoise” (as William would say).
This week my family unfortunately lost a wonderful member of my grandparent’s generation, Uncle Joe. Or or me, great Uncle Joe. So, the boys and I headed to Portland for his wake.
It was of course sad that he left this world but it brought the whole family together again. And this family loves gatherings. :) It was such a great crowd of people, so full of love and genuine good will. It was easy to see the effect Joe’s generation had left on their descendants. Such good people.
And, as the boys could attest to, really great selection of cookies.
Today we got to meet up with Mike and Jenny. The boys always love seeing them even though it was short it was wonderful as always. We’re all fortunate to have them in our lives.
Before we headed back to Seattle we made one last stop by my grandma’s to see her and Auntie Barb. The boys of course got to pull her fingers and get slathered with kisses from great grandma’s and Auntie Barb’s dogs. Oh, and from Great Grandma and Auntie Barb. ;)