September 27, 2004
Yeah, there's still only two of them. The littlest brother seems content to just stay where he is, which the doctors assure my wife is not a permanent situation. She's beginning to doubt their word. The promise of some kind of Guinness record seems to be little consolation.
The two who had the mercy to be born before being able to walk, meanwhile, are enough to occupy us for now. There is something about little boys, I think, that makes them crave danger. By Sunday evening Eli had sustained a scraped knee, a bashed nose, and at least two shots to the head that would have sidelined the average quarterback.
All of these injuries were the result of doing something that normal people with sense simply do not do. Why hold your head half an inch from your headboard when you are about to sneeze? Why, child, must you balance yourself on one knee while sitting at the table? What can be gained, little monkey, from racing your tricycle well beyond the posted driveway speed limit?
Caleb, meanwhile, lost most of the skin on his elbow when he decided to sprint down the sidewalk on his way to visit the college girl of whom he is enamored. Best he associate those feelings with pain early, I say.
I am, as you know, a worrier. These boys are going to put me in an early grave.
Eli's vocabulary has taken off of late. His cute words are disappearing, replaced by correct pronunciations. Friday, though, he asked me for a "pollylop." I hope he doesn't learn the right word any time soon.
Caleb, meanwhile, is in the stage where the correct words are very important. Yesterday I told him to pick up his army man and put him away. "Dad," he lectured, "this is not a army man, this is a rescue hero."
Right. Rescue hero. Every day with children I get dumber.
Posted by Woodlief on September 27, 2004 at 08:17 AM
Tony, I check everyday to see if the newest Woodlief has arrived. Since I have been so lucky to have birthed 4 wonderful children I know several tried and true ways to naturally help that little one on his way out into this world. Let me know if you care to hear.
Much love and prayers... your old friend, Angela
Posted by: Angela at September 27, 2004 10:25 AM
I tell ya when I see on my Bloglines notifier that Sand in the gears has a new entry, I've not been disappointed when I stop by to see what's happening.
Keep up the god work...
Posted by: Rick at September 27, 2004 10:45 AM
It won't be much longer when a correction is followed by a sigh and eye-roll. Not that you would get any of those from a spouse ...
Posted by: MarcV at September 27, 2004 2:45 PM
Spicy food worked twice for us. Thai food, in particular. If it doesn't work, hey, you had a good meal. Or not, if you don't like spicy food.
Rainy weather supposedly kicks things into gear -- if you lived in Florida, you could have had the baby this hurricane, or last. But then, the ocean might have been in your living room, so there is a down side.
I'm sure all this is helping you, big time. Especially Celeste, who no doubt is laughing uncontrollably. Hey, no problem, it's what I do.
Posted by: Jeff Brokaw at September 27, 2004 3:20 PM
And the moon is getting fuller, which seems to speed things up according to my friend who works in a maturnity ward!
Posted by: Lucy at September 27, 2004 8:32 PM