A New Stage! subtitled: Help Me LORD of Mercy & Grace!
Jude has to know what Isaac is doing at all times. If I let Ike outside to play, Jude needs to be at the window watching. His favorite place is Isaac’s face, and he prefers to sit on it or wrestle it into the ground — always out of love. Isaac’s juice tastes better; Isaac’s blocks stack better; and Isaac’s space feels better. So … this makes for a big brother on the verge of a nervous breakdown all the time. The happier side of this is that they are just now getting to where they actually play together. If they get to laughing, it spreads over the entire house and lasts a long time.
Seth loves hot stuff. He could drink a bottle of hot sauce like milk and ask for more at the end. He is proud of his ability to endure that capsaicin pain so he can catch a new pepper flavor. He decided to plant some pepper plants in the back yard. I got to witness Seth take a bite of the first peppers he ever had grown. He immediately started crying and couldn’t find his voice for a minute. He drank a half gallon of milk and another quart of buttermilk to ease the burn, and his voice was horse for hours afterward.
Today, I let Isaac outside to find a few of his toys. After a minute I heard a scream and ran out to him where he was dangling his tongue 3 inches out of his mouth and scratching it with his fingernails. He couldn’t talk to tell me what he had done so I thought he had been stung by a bee in the mouth. Finally, he said “Pepper!” and we ran inside. He was shaking all over, and so was I — scared! He slurped and huffed through a huge glass of buttermilk, which he hates, but he didn’t care at that moment. I seriously thought he might fall over dead from a pepper. We were pitiful. He had to stand over the toilet and try to throw up before he ever found any relief.
About five minutes after that episode, I could hardly stand up from shaking, so I was at the kitchen table when I heard Jude scream bloody murder. I ran into the living room where blood was pouring from all sides of his mouth. He had bashed his teeth through his lips on the coffee table because the nut cannot be kept from climbing onto the couch and diving off. He’s unstoppable, so I knew that this would eventually happen, and it probably will again. This was also very scary to me. It took a half role of wet paper towels just to clean up to see where he had been hurt. While I was sopping up the mess on his face, our dog, Miles, snatched a chicken breast and nearly swallowed it whole, bones and all. We’ll see how that turns out.
This is a crazy crazy place. All I could say to myself was Help me Lord of Mercy and Grace, and He did. I’m not even shaking anymore.
On a better note, Isaac is completely potty trained!!!! It was hard for a few days, and then it just clicked. His sticker-filled chart says “Ride the Potty Tain, Isaac!” He takes very well to our pride. Call him Big Boy next time you see him.