I watch my four-year-old nephew every week. We’ll call him Super Boy since each day he is a different super hero. Or Puss in Boots. But since he should probably wear pants, we’ll stick with the super heroes for the time being.
I’ve enjoyed the privilege of caring for him since he was at wee babe. I cared for two of my other nephews when they were wee ones and a niece, too. It’s honestly my favorite part of the week. Since my guys are at school all day (and have been since the age of three, thanks to early intervention) it is nice to have a chatty little dude hanging around two or three days a week for a few hours. I don’t like being alone all day and dogs, well, they don’t answer back too often. That gets old.
Anywho, We have the most interesting conversations. And he does some pretty funny stuff. Like yesterday, when I thought I’d sneak into the shower? And the phone rang:
Super Boy: HEWWO?
Cousin in Tennessee: May I speak to Aunt Marj?
Super Boy: SHE’S ON THE POTTY. WANNA COME PLAY STAR WARS WITH ME?
Or this morning to his 2-month-old cousin, who also comes to visit me once or twice a week:
Super Boy: HI BABY! HI! HI WEEEYUM! YOUR MOMMY AND DADDY AT WORK? MY MOMMY AND DADDY AT WORK, TOO! DON’T CWY! DAY BE HOME SOON! DON’T CWY WEEYUM! WANT SOME OF MY YOGURT?
It’s super adorable, yo. And if you don’t think it’s super adorable, you have a heart of stone and kick kittens, I’ll bet.
Anywho, Super Boy has been around more this week. More than usual. See, even though I declared this to be “THE YEAR OF DG” so far 2013 hasn’t turned out that way yet. Because remember the two ER visits? Well, there was A THIRD ER VISIT. Bugaboo was jumping on the bed Tuesday night as I was putting away laundry and before I could say, “Stop jumping before you fall off” he fell off and landed on his elbow. He thrashed around and whined most of the night and when we got up for school he wouldn’t let me anywhere near his right arm and it hung at a funny angle to his side. A trip to our favorite kids’ hospital and seven hours later, four of which were spent walking up and down the hall in a wagon, we walked out with this:
I’m trying to find the HUMOR in the fact that he broke his HUMERUS but it really wasn’t funny. Especially since it was our 3rd ER visit in two weeks with two kids. The same hospital. They’re naming a room after me, now. And since they’ve been punching my frequent visitor card, the tenth visit will be free! See? Looking at the positive!
But wait, there’s more!
My newest nephew was due this week and my bro and sister-in-law went into the hospital to have said nephew and he was born Saturday night. Except little dude took a turn for the worse and was transported to the VERY SAME children’s hospital (the one where I’m a frequent flyer!) to the NICU. Little dude has had a rough start and could use all the good thoughts, well-wishes, vibes, prayers and virtual hugs you can muster, mmkay?
Because he needs to come home soon to his so-gigantic-it’s-ridiculous-family, where he can be spoiled by his scores of adoring relatives, licked by Bruno the giant horse-dog and talked to by his big brother, Super Boy.
Who, I might add, will be an awesome big brother. Because he brings his Star Wars toys and cars and super heroes and places them around the 2-month-old (WEEYUM) and says, “WEEYUM! WAKE UP AND PLAY WITH MEEEE! WEEYUM! YOU CAN BE THE JOKER!”
Meanwhile, I’ve been going to bed every night before 8pm. Mostly because Bugaboo has had me up every night for two weeks and I haven’t had ONE NAP for three weeks. And he isn’t currently fond of sleeping in his own bed so guess who gets whacked in the head a few times a night with a heavy cast? THIS GIRL.