Did he really just ask me that?! Why does a three year old want to know what time it is? I guess he's just wanting to fit in. To sound grown up. To mimic participation in the rat race that we all wish we didn't have to be a part of. That's OK. I'll let him pretend. But when he starts asking to be home by 2:00 to watch Olivia, or Dino Dan, or Dinosaur Train, I'll have to remove all the batteries from the clocks.
What else is new? Well, I probably cured him from wanting to hang out in the basement by himself. He was down there by himself watching Nick Jr. when the power went out. Let me just say, basements get very dark when all the lights suddenly shut off. Poor kid. He was terrified down there until I could go rescue him. On the bright side, he should ascend the stairs very willingly from now on when it's time to start getting ready for bed and I start heading up without him!
Other than that, hives and party planning (for grandma Jo and uncles Paul and Tom) consumed most of our attention for the past few days. The party was fun, and I'm glad it's no longer zapping my attention, but the hives still remain a mystery. If we make it through today, it will be day no. 3 without hives. They've come in the middle of the night, in the middle of the day, and at bath time. And the weird reaction he had to the PCV13 immunization keeps lingering in the back of my mind. But what I'm gonna do? Just stock up on the Benadryl, I guess.
Oh, and another focus of attention these past few days is the poor ailing kitty. She is 18 and not doing so well. Aidan respects her a lot and showers her with gentle kisses when she's sleeping on the couch (yeah, sorry about that kitty!). I've found that I can't seem to use the word "dead" or "die" to Aidan. I wish I didn't ever have to explain death to him, but I know it must be addressed. Probably the sooner the better. I just wish this first lesson doesn't have to be on the beloved kitty. More to come on that later...
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