Archive for January 8th, 2005

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Saturday, January 8th, 2005

Dad reports:
Tommy crams 3 bowls of cereal in his mouth then retires to sit on the ivory thrown for 30 minutes. He then gets in the bath and remains there for 3 hours only to complain about his back, knee and hair hurting. He gets out screaming with all his might. I should add that 30 minutes prior to him getting out I had to force him to take his medicine which was his catalyst for the screaming.

I think we tried leaving without him but our army looking like a fresh group of recruits had multiple clothing changes due to falls in the mud and other assorted chaos that prevented us from leaving in a timely manner.

He has calmed and now plays his Nintendo DS at full volume and commentates the screen action to everyone else in the car.

It lives.

Saturday, January 8th, 2005

Dad reports:
It is now 1:10 and the grump has finally risen. For the past hour he has been awake but keeping perfectly still with his eyes closed in bed and uttering nothing more than an “MMMTmm” in response to prompts to bathe, eat and acknowledge that he won’t get to go to the birthday celebration for his uncle and grandfather if he doesn’t get moving.

First words from his mouth today were a predictable sharp toned “I’m hungry!” The 2.5 year old just went down for a nap and despite my pleas that he not make nose, yell, grumble or other wise disturb her he instantly breaks into sarcasm, yelling and biting words.

Now he seeks food in the kitchen with the promise that he will bathe after eatting.

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Saturday, January 8th, 2005

Dad reports:
Apparently I need to yell at Tommy each day before he goes to school. He reports that yesterday was a good day.

Yesterday evening Tommy asks if he can help me fix the brakes on the car and I reply with something to the affect of “I only let boys that don’t yell at me, growl at me and accuse me of doing things I don’t do help me with the car” and he replies matter of factly with “well I guess that rules me out.” We about died laughing.

Tommy became engaged at 11:15pm when I asked him to hand over his glasses. Obviously he planned a night of reading.

Now it is 11:53am and he is still sleeping in his room. He woke around 8am briefly to receive his medicine.