Puddle Therapy
Callum has been fighting some sort of stomach virus/flu since Wednesday, and then yesterday I too, started to feel meh. Well, ok, I feel sicker than meh but with all the talk of The Sick these days how much more do you really want to listen to? yeah, I thought so. I?m not dying, I can still breath, and I?m not getting the damn vaccine?
Anyway.
Today, after the hundredth temper tantrum of the day, the most recent because I was neither well enough, nor had the proper ingredients, to make the cookies Callum was demanding be mixed he finally calmed down enough to sit on my lap and have a little chat. He decided that what Mommy* needed was a little bit of Mommy medicine, and maybe some of that medicine Papa takes in the black jar with the green lid. Just a little reminder to me that in case I thought kids don?t notice everything, they notice EVERYTHING. Said medicine is Vitamin C, the kid might be on to something. Then he noticed the puddle on the driveway and had a lengthy discussion about it, how it appeared, and the jumping that was to be had. I admit to only listening to part of this conversation while I read an article on the computer, so while it sounds idyllic I’m sick and not that terribly interested in the origins of puddles.
Once Claire was up from her nap, he put on his boots, insisted Claire put on hers, and out front they went to jump. After several days of Treehouse (way, way, way too much Treehouse, god help us) I?m pretty sure puddle splashing was the cure we all needed.
*I’m not entirely sure what happened to “Mama”, what I would prefer the kids call me, but it’s been replaced with Mommy and now both Callum and Claire call me Mommy. Steve has been trying to sway them back to the Mama, but they aren’t having any of it. He’s still Papa. ~sigh~
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Love the pics so cute. I have been giving all the kids 1/4 of a adult Vit C and I think it’s been helping. The amount they get in a kids one is minuscule and I really think it’s been making a difference. I even give the boys 1/2 and N get’s 1/3 if it looks like they are getting run down.
Callum must be feeling a bit better.Happy to see that, as he was not up to par before.
Makes me feel like jumping in puddles!!
I wonder if all Callum’s friends call their mothers “Mommy” and he’s going along with that I have to say I would much prefer “Mama” too. Don’t give up!
Maybe because I call you Mommie, when referring to you, and you call me Mom as a “name”…..
Is that why you are Mommie, and Claire thinks I am Mom and Gamm? They are just very literal little beings.
Such adorable little rottens. What’s tv compared to a puddle to jump in?
Ilov haow you got te Bear i mid jump:) It could be worse….Ben had taken to calling me mudther sometimes.
Gwen all of a sudden has added “Mom” and “Mommy” to her repertoire as well. It’s a toss-up which one I get called, though “Mama” is still the most common. Hope you guys are all feeling better!
Awww, look at their adorable little rainboots! OMG. That is so cute. *melt*
Puddles are the BEST medicine. And so funny about your name–I’m the opposite, Kailey tried to call me Mama for a week (courtesy Dora I suspect) and I refused to acknowledge it. I told her I’m Mommy and that’s all there was to it.