I know I keep writing posts about Corbin and all the crazy things he has been saying and doing, but I’m so forgetful these days that I’m scared if I don’t write them down I won’t remember how stinking hilarious he was as a toddler. Its funny how as a parent you don’t realize how often you say certain things until you hear your child repeat them back to you. Corbin has started saying, “oh gosh!” every time he drops or spills something, and lately he has taken to calling everybody ‘honey.’ At the breakfast table in the morning he will say things like, “More oats please honey,” or, “what doin honey?” I never realized that I said either of those things, but now that my son has made me aware of it I catch myself saying them all the time.
This morning Corbin had Chris and I laughing hysterically and feeling pretty sheepish at the same time. Last night at dinner he had been stabbing at his place-mat with his Thomas the train fork. Of course this is not what we would consider to be acceptable behavior, but in our exhaustion we didn’t really think to address it. It wasn’t until we were clearing off the breakfast dishes this morning that we noticed that last night’s stabbing had actually punctured the place-mat and made tiny dent marks on the table. Chris called Corbin over to show him his handiwork and to explain that this is why we do not stab things other than food with our fork. He then asked Corbin one of the most dangerously leading questions you can ask a toddler, “What do you say buddy?” Instead of the apology we were both anticipating, Chris’ question was answered with an exuberant, “Holy Crap!” Of course we couldn’t help but laugh at his exclamation, which naturally encouraged him to repeat the phrase over and over again. Suddenly it became his reply to everything. As in, “Corbin, Nana is coming to see you this morning,” “Holy Crap!” “Corbin, I think you need a bottom change,” “Holy Crap!” and so on and so forth. Now granted there are worse things that a toddler can repeat back to a parent, but its still not exactly something I want him saying to the other children in the nursery on Sunday. So it looks like we are going to have to make some very concerted efforts to curb our vocabulary lest we be thought of as the parents of that potty mouthed kid.
Now in other toddler related news, about an hour and a half after the holy crap incident, Corbin was struck with his first official stomach bug. Before today he has never thrown up more than once in a 24 hour period, so vomiting every 20 minutes since 8:00 a.m. has the poor little thing pretty ticked off. He is nauseated and dehydrated and totally exhausted, and if not for my saint of a mother I would be at a loss for what to do to help him. Luckily she was planning on coming over today anyway so between the two of us we’ve pretty much had the bases covered. One of us holds his head while the other holds the bucket or towel, then one of us cuddles with him while the other runs a load of laundry or goes to the store to buy Pedialyte or a thermometer. He was finally able to keep down about an ounce and a half of fluid about an hour ago and now he is sleeping somewhat fitfully on the bed next to me. This is a picture from this morning when he fell asleep on his bedroom floor for about two minutes between rounds of puking. I just feel so bad for the kid because he must be wondering what the heck is happening to him. It actually got to the point where we knew he was about to throw up when he started yelling , “NO, NO, NO!” at the top of his lungs as if he could somehow verbally intimidate the sickness. Poor guy. 