Day 6 – He’s just the sweetest

Day 6 – He’s just the sweetest

It was an eventful evening here tonight. First, we were told that Caleb fell asleep at school today which is troublesome…he never naps…why is he doing it at school and not at home on a Sunday afternoon when I can take advantage of it? All kidding aside, this can only mean one of two things….either he’s getting sick or he’s going through a growth spurt.

Unfortunately, it appears to be the first. He was a little rashy and slightly feverish but ate fine and acted like an itchy version of his normal self. We shuffled him off to bed as early as possible though our bedtime cannot be moved earlier due to that trial medication. He has to wait at least 4 hours between doses and that third dose can’t happen any earlier than 8. SO, when he was finally cleared for a crash landing in his bed he got a little demanding…of course he’s incredibly sweet when he’s demanding…he simply asks for what he wants with a slight smile and a lilt to his voice…over and over and over and over until we just give in.

Tonight he decided he needed some Sneaky cuddle time. Of course this is NOT allowed, you are not supposed to touch the elf,but we had requested some vitamins from Santa just in case something like this came up. So we handed over Sneak and Caleb smiled, kissed him good night and tucked him into bed. Aww!

When I went to get Sneak to help with the mischief for the evening, I found this…

Umm…whatcha’ doin’ Sharkbait? It looks like I rescued Sneak just in time!

After soothing the poor dear with lots and lots and LOTS of sugar…things got alittle out of hand…

I would be worried about who was going to get stuck cleaning that mess up tomorrow but I’m pretty sure I’ll find Caleb licking the table saying, “Mmm, needs sugar!” by 5:30 AM. If I stay in bed long enough he should get the whole pile cleaned up. Here’s hoping he’ll feel well enough to go to school, otherwise Eric won’t be too pleased with the sugar high Caleb will be riding.

 

Day 2 – You cannot have a tree without decorations!

Day 2 – You cannot have a tree without decorations!

We went on our annual Christmas Tree Hunt yesterday and found the perfect tree! I like to let our tree relax a bit in its new space before decorating it, the whole ordeal must be a little traumatizing for it. Sneak was not a fan so he took matters in his own hands.

 

He had to improvise a bit on the decorations since ours were still buried in the basement. He may be magic but there’s no way he was going to find anything down there! Some things still require Money to work a bit!

Saved by an Elf.

Saved by an Elf.

On the first Wednesday night of the month I was out to dinner with some of my most favorite ladies in the world and one of them had brought up this “elf thing.” Most of us had not heard of this phenomena. She described it in great detail and not terribly positively either, I might add. I decided the entire concept of having this “elf” creeping around your house was…creepy. I mean, really? “You never know know where the thing might turn up next!” that’s what I’m supposed to tell my anxious little, sleep challenged Monkey? Yeah, no. Definitely, no.

Then we got the confirmation that Copper’s health was about to take a serious downturn. The stress in our house ratcheted up a dozen notches with each subsequent phone call or vet appointment. I began reading reviews on books about breaking your child’s heart in one simple step. I was very concerned that I find just the right books to say what I could not seem to say on my own. It’s one thing to write it here, “Monkey, Copper is dying. Soon he won’t be here anymore and we are all going to be very, very sad.” but it’s a whole other ball of wax to look my little cherub in the eye and get those words to pass through my lips.

I needed a story, something to make it OK for me so I could try to make it OK for him. I also needed a story that did not end with, “And then his Mommy and Daddy got him a puppy and everyone was happy again!” Because…oh, fucking hell no. That isn’t the way our story is going to end ((At least, not until Mommy can get her mind around loving another dog and it not being a betrayal of the perfect, little beast who has held her heart for the last 13 years. That, my friends, will take some time I suspect.)). So, the only way to be sure that the “and they find a way to heal” portion didn’t involve anything furry was to go and look. I strolled through the book store and passed an endcap that looked a little something like this…

And I laughed, “Hahahaha!” with bitter undertones because I was there to look at books that would make me cry in public. I was not exactly shiny and happy at that moment. I read the books, I made a wise decision and I moved on.

But the crappy news did not stop, no it did not, so soon I was once again in the same bookstore looking at yet more books that would make me cry in public because 4 books was not enough to make me feel prepared ((Hey, quick interesting aside, I have discovered that no matter how many books I buy, I still do not feel prepared! Who knew?)). I had to walk past the endcap again and I found myself glancing at it out of the corner of my eye. Yes, he was still creepy but…no. I had other things to focus on, like death and dying and…*sigh*

I pulled out my phone to check an e-mail and it was a notice that I’d been tagged in a status on Facebook by the lovely Holly Roos that said “FINE. I’ll stop paying bills, get dressed and go to the damn store. Thanks Melissa Jackson Welin. ;-$” I’m not exactly sure how it all happened because we had both been pretty firmly on the “Sure it’s cute but who has time for that.” side of the Elf on a Shelf argument when I’d left my desk.

I turned on my heel ((Not stilettos, sadly)) grabbed one of the damned elves and just like that…I was suddenly one of “Them.” I would have been more embarrassed about my sudden change of heart except that Holly was right there with me, as your best friends always are. I’ve taken her excitement about it as permission to let my freak flag fly (as Paula would say). Every night since, instead of spending hours on the computer researching and counting down the days to the Day of Doom, I’ve been immersing myself in making magical moments come to life for my little Monkey.

So, fine, it is still a little creepy if you think about it too hard and, yes, everyone else is doing it too which immediately makes it uncool but, guess what? I’ve been uncool my whole life and if that’s what it takes to get my son’s face to light up each night as he wishes our little Sneak good night and then again in the morning as he calls out, “Would you look at that!” when he finds him, then so be it. He might just be a “lame” stuffed toy but there is magic in him…I’ve felt it every day since he joined us. He hasn’t worked a major miracle, I’m still sad and obsessed about what’s going on with Copper ((You may have noticed.)), but I consider it a minor miracle to feel any sort of true happiness right now…and the time I spend with Sneak, plotting, I’m truly happy. I’m going to miss the little dude when he’s gone.