The RNG has spoken! Yay for Ashley, the triangular orange six footed monster of comment 19, who has won GRACE AND GRIT.
Poor Maisy Jane had a stomach virus. She was up all night puking in a 49 – 52 minute schedule. Which meant we had just enough time to watch a Doctor Who episode, and then we would get up to go to the bathroom and
be violently ill for ten minutes during or just after the closing credits. What a polite virus, to abate long enough let us see the fate of Amy Pond before rearing up again all virulent.
Who. Puke. Who. Puke. Lather, rinse, repeat. We have now seen the entire first Amy Pond Season with the Doctor who looks like Dawson.
I am an easy vomit. If YOU vomit, I will join you immediately, because my digestive system is a friendly sort who doesn’t want you to feel alone. Also, I get every stomach flu that comes within a fifty yard radius of my town. But somehow when it is my kid, the whole thing is a nil factor for me.
So, I would stand by her, pressing a cool cloth against the back of her neck the way my mother always did for me, and if there was a pause, she would say, “Mommy, I think you should know, I do not feel very well.” She said a variation of this every time she threw up, so approximately 936 times.
I was already SUSPECTING this was the case, what with all the vomit. But still, good to have verbal confirmation. AH yes, not feeling well. I see that, now. It is all quite clear.
Here’s the thing I am finding WEIRD: I do this. When I am ANY kind of sick, virus, flu, anything, I tell Scott. I tell him about 6 times a minute. I tell him as if this is new and fascinating information that he might need. If he leaves and goes to work, I CALL him and tell him.
For example, my son, when he was in grade school, used to tuck pennies under his tongue, for comfort, and I DID THE SAME THING, all through grade school. I quit tucking pennies LONG before he was born—before Middle Scool, in fact, and never TALKED about it. And yet he did the exact thing with the exact coin—-Had to be pennies as the tang of copper was key to the comfort for me, and I suppose for him as well.
SO while I wait here for my inevitable contraction of Maisy’s vile disease—I can catch stomach flus from SPACE, so what are the chances I won’t get the one I soaked in like it was Palmolive??? And PS Thank the Lord there is another Matt Smith season of Dr. Who locked and loaded on the Netflix—tell me this, Oh those of my Best Beloveds who have loin spawns:
Do you ever see behaviors in your kids that are very YOU, but that they could not have learned from watching you do it? I am writing about a scientist named William, and wondering how much of us is simple code…