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May 20, 2002
Paradise Lost—Oh, well--I knew it couldn’t last
Well, we’re back to reality here in the Johansen kingdom. Everyone wants stuff and they want better service from the wait staff (me). Here’s a sample of life among the testosterone: Yesterday Tommy pointed to a scrape on his leg and shouted “Bad egg!”
I blinked and smiled, “What?” His face turned bright red and he yelled “Bad egg! BAD EGG!”
Hummm…
“BAD EGG! WANT BAD EGG!” Well, that’s perfectly clear, I thought, but what in the *$%*& does it mean?
I scratched my head and it must have fired a tired brain cell because enlightenment dawned—Tommy was demanding a Band-Aid. So, I gave him one and (temporary) peace was restored.
Jakey underwent his other speech evaluation and passed with no sweat. His speech is perfectly normal for his age. Phew! I gave him a big high-five and felt the stress dissipate with my big sigh of relief. It’s so hard when you’re worried about your child. Actually, in my opinion there’s nothing worse.
Anyway, Jake suddenly started talking a ton, and even in full sentences. He still doesn’t say as much as Tommy but the therapist thinks he’s just letting Tommy do most of the talking “work”. So now I make a greater effort to get him to say things and it’s working.
Luau Extraordinaire
Lars and I hosted a huge luau party for the Park City Mom’s Group. The weather outside looked frightful a half hour before the party was to start—gale-force winds blew our plastic swimming pool half-way up the mountain so that it landed nestled in a pine tree. We were worried because there were thirty couples coming and that’s way (way!) too many people to jam into our house. But five minutes before the party started the wind died down and it was sunny and gorgeous.
My mom, bless her again, took the boys for a sleepover, so Lars and I concentrated on some serious couples fun. This was great at the time, but it resulted in the second worst hangover I’ve had in my lifetime (number one being when I was a college freshman and I didn’t drink rum for four years afterwards). Anyway, it was lucky for me that my mom had the kiddos so I could sleep in. Even better, she’d worn them out so that when they did return home they basically wanted to sit on the couch and cuddle next to me while I read to them.
High-Ho, High-Ho, It’s Off to Sunny California We Go
The boys and my mom and I are headed for the beach on Wednesday. Lars has to stay home and work, so that’s bad luck for him, but since I write for magazines I can work and play at the same time. I’m doing an article “What’s New in San Diego for Families in 2002” so we get to check out all of the family-friendly hot spots like Sea World, Legoland and the San Diego Zoo. My kids are sooo excited but not as excited as I am. If I ever grow up completely I’ll let you know. I loved amusement parks starting at age one and I love them still—my mom says when I was a toddler she couldn’t swing me high enough. They say some people never change…I guess that would be me.
Wish us luck on the airplane. Last time Tommy threw up on me twice and I’ve begged him not to repeat that performance. We’ll report in with lots of recommendations for fun in the California sun, and watch for my upcoming article on iParenting and in Baby Years.
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