Tags

, , , ,

 

Pierce is coughing and full of snot AGAIN.  When he dozed off a little while ago, I snuck the nebulizer on him in hopes of helping his cough.  It worked!  He slept right through the whole breathing treatment.  Then he woke up a little later madder ‘n hops over something.  We figured stripping him naked and putting him in the bath with his brother was a sure cure for his blues.  I don’t know why, but it only made him sadder….

Bath time was short and sweet.  Both boys were put in jammies, and Pierce continued to cry.  I supposed out loud that I should go rescue him, while I was doing something else rather slowly, so Greg went and got him.  He came out with said/sad child on his shoulder, and they settled in together on his recliner where P. continued to weep heaving sobs slowly tapering to pathetic whimpers.  Finally, I asked if daddy would like a break while I try to console this poor child.  As I scoop him up to love on him a bit, he cries harder and harder like I picked him up with a chainsaw  He was having no part of it—I had to give him back to his dad especially since he was leaning toward his daddy like I was on fire.

It’s over…two years and five months…he’s switched alliances.  All I can say is that when we get rid of dad and big brother tomorrow to work and school, life is gonna get pretty hard for Mr. P!  Pretty darn hard…

Advertisements