puffy

Yes, I have been horribly inconsistent with my updates lately. I have no excuse whatsoever, other than sheer, unadulterated laziness.

Today I am suffering from fever blisters all over my lips. Where they came from, I don't know. My lips are all puffy and swollen and I think I look like a deranged clown, although Charles, when confronted with my whining, commented, "Women pay good money to get lips like those. You look like Angelina Jolie."

Sure. If Angelina Jolie was a deranged clown.

Thank goodness for Anbesol.  Twenty percent benzocaine...my lips may look awful but at least I can't feel them.

Last Friday, Drew appeared in a brief but shining and memorable cameo on the evening news on WYFF News channel 4. They were doing some feature on a virus that's affecting hundreds of children in the Upstate, and they shot some footage at Drew's daycare.

The clip of him is very short - like two seconds - but still, there he is. My baby. Smiling and laughing on local TV. I always knew he would be a star. Not that I'm biased or anything.

Let's see, what else...

Oh yeah. We've started trying to use time-outs as a way to discipline Drew for some of his more recent interesting behaviors - such as throwing his food on the floor for no reason other than just to do it.

It's really tough, though, because when he's being ignored he tries all manner of cuteness to get our attention - everything from saying, "Uh-oh, uh-oh" to laughing maniacally to saying, "hey hey hey" and waving over and over.

Fortunately I only have to leave him in time-out for one minute, because I don't think I could handle it for much longer without laughing.

I don't know. I just don't think he gets it. He knows he's being ignored and I think he knows why - it just doesn't seem to bother him that much.

He's very inconsistent with his reactions. Sometimes a stern "No!" will cause him to burst into heartbroken sobs of remorse, and sometimes he'll just stare me straight in the eye and repeat whatever it was that earned the "No".

Other things of note:

He can now say "ball" - his new favorite toy, and the bigger the better.

If you ask, "Where's Drew's belly?", he'll lift up his shirt and point to his stomach.

Lately, everybody is "Momma", including Dad, Grandma and grocery store checkout clerks.

We've discovered that he sleeps much better in complete pitch blackness as opposed to with a nightlight. Hey, it only took us 18 months to figure this out.

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Comments

[Mom]

Umm! I agree you need to begin to take a stand with him. However, I'm not sure he is old enough to make the connection with time-out?

[ebeth]

I agree with your Mom - I think he's too little to understand the concept of time out.

You know, sometimes they do the food on the floor thing to check out how gravity works - or to see what happens and your reaction. I do think you need to address it, but if he's not getting time outs then it's not really effective for him and frustrating for you when it doesn't achieve the desired result.

how's that for some unsolicited advice! All I can say is wait until he's three - you aint seen nothin' yet!

[Amy]

It's not the gravity thing - I can tell because he looks me straight in the eye with kind of a defiant expression, as if to say, "I'm going to drop this - whatcha gonna do about it? Huh, punk? Huh?"