We had what everyone should have for Christmas: family and friends, peace and love, beer and coffee. It was a fantastic time, the giving was absurd and the accepting was delightful. What a great time!
Santa came and brought presents. He drank our milk, ate our cookies and kissed our kid. Then he was off again. Let's face it, the man is pressed for time.
Atticus was actually afraid of Santa, which is odd, seeing as how the guy came bearing gifts. You can see in our initial visit how unsure he was, and then with the home visit he just hid. I really think he was uncomfortable with the thought that Santa entered our house while we were asleep and drank our milk. He finally came around once the gifts were handed out.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Atticus and our dogs have developed a real strong bond over these past two years. He rides them, chases them, uses them as pillows, and in return they chase him, lick him and protect him from things and people unknown.
Atticus is very concerned today because Harley, the older dog, does not appear to be feeling well. It seems like the cold weather or something unknown is causing her pain when she moves.
Atticus is not riding her today, nor is he giving chase. He is giving Harley hugs and kisses and checking on her constantly. He tells me she needs a band-aid for her boo-boo. I tell him she just needs love and he nods and hugs her again.
Harley is 13 years old, but she is still spunky and playful. However, I've never seen her act like she is and it scares me.
She is sleeping now by my feet and she is comforted with the best band-aid we have, hugs and kisses from a little boy that loves her.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Atticus is no longer accepting gifts this holiday season. Our tree will no longer provide ample coverage or protection to any more parcels regardless of size or content. As it is the rest of us are lucky to have staked out a piece of floor about a block from present pile adjacent #9B. We are still accepting gifts.
It's not that Atticus isn't deserving. He's about as good a boy as I could ever have hoped for. He is on the top of many lists for a reason. However, enough is enough. At this rate he will still be opening and playing with gifts come next Christmas. If you would really like to do something that Atticus will appreciate, then donate a toy to one of the numerous drives in your area. He loves to buy things for other kids. He's a giver that boy. Remember that this is the kid that said he had enough candy about an hour into our trick-or-treat excursion.
There are plenty of places to donate toys, coats and food for children this holiday season. There are even places to donate pet toys and food for hungry and cold animals. Don't you think that's a better use of your $4 than another latte? Plus, there aren't any shipping fees.
Atticus would do it.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
We're all doing better over here. Thanks for all the flowers, cards, phone calls and well wishes. Actually, we didn't get any flowers or cards, but that's ok. I'm not going to send you anything either.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
You know how you watch a sporting event and the announcer says something like, "this is a chip shot" and then the guy misses- it's almost like the announcer jinxed the player. Well, today I jinxed my little player. Atticus got sick alright. He had a fever come out of nowhere and spike high enough that he had another seizure, and of course as it was last time, I (Dad) was home alone with him. I didn't panic as much as the first time, but seeing your baby convulse and go limp is not something you ever take in strike. I called Tricia and she raced home and together we drove to the hospital.
They made us sit in the waiting room for nearly an hour, as if people with sinus infections and stubbed fingers have priority over burning babies. When we got in his temperature was 105.3, which as you know is pretty darn high. The doctor was concerned, saying it was the highest fever on a child he had seen in years, and wanted to ensure that he didn't have pneumonia or a few other things that escape me now. Apparently he doesn't. He just caught the bug that Tricia and I can't shake and it was powerful enough that his body threw everything it could at it, hence the high fever.
When his fever became relatively lower, 102, they let us leave- some 5 plus hours later. Turns out I also was running a fever of 102, which explained why I was shivering in a sweatshirt while others were sweating from the heaters.
I think we are going to be fine. He says he's happy, and appears to be in good spirits, albeit tired and not caring for his medicine. My fever has been overdosed away, hopefully for good, and Tricia is catching up on some much needed rest.
It's the real deal this parent thing. It can throw you for a real loop. Can't say I would change it.
It seems like Tricia has been sick forever. I've been fighting an on-again/off-again fever and a throat that feels like I drank a gallon of lava. Somehow the boy has managed to stay clear of it all, despite his crawling into our bed at some point every night. He has himself on a pretty strict diet of Kids+ orange juice, fortified with everything, and Flintstone vitamins, so perhaps that is providing his defense. I just hope it can hold up. He woke up this morning with a cough, but after taking some medicine (partially, he didn't care for it) he hasn't coughed since. I wish I had medicine that worked that well.
Of course, as I sit here writing this I can hear him coughing again in the livingroom. Hopefully we can nip this.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
The ghosts of Christmas past are not the things of Dickens imagination. They may not be tangible, but they are real nonetheless. They linger in our hearts and collect dust in our scrapbooks. Memories of Christmas stay with you always.
This will be the third Christmas for Atticus. He is pretty excited. He sings along to Jingle Bells and gets very inquisitive regarding the growing number of presents we are "hiding". He picked out decorations for the home and even helped with some shopping.
The weather is changing here. It is colder and the nights are long. The streets are busy and the stores are overflowing. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Make room for new ghosts.