Friday, May 20, 2011
So its finally Friday. How many of you are singing a sigh of relief, as this week comes to a close?
Christopher's career application is in a far off land by now, overnighted from Abilene to its destination, to have a physical hard copy into their hands first thing in the morning. If he gets the job- awwwwwesome! If he doesn't- we'll mourn the loss of a tank of gas.
Woke up to thunder and lightning, took the kids out puddle stomping in their pajamas, drank a quart of fresh squeezed orange juice (omega juicer, y'all!). We're ready for the weekend.
And now, onto the life of a Lovey...
We had no idea that he'd become so attached. At first it was called his "dog pillow", but evolved into being known as Lovey.
The day that I realized it was more than just a sleep companion, was the happiest day of Charlie's life. His best friend could now come everywhere with him! Not just off into dreams.
Lovey's nose sort of resembled a nipple. I mean really- it does. So naturally, Charlie would suck on it. Sometimes he'd try to get both his binky and his Lovey into his mouth at the same time, and then cry when one would fall out.
They would fall asleep in all sorts of crazy positions. I don't know how that could possibly be comfortable, but they both slept soundly, so-
See? Lovey is apparently a person.
Lovey was there to comfort Charlie when he had his EEG. And he was there when we took our trip to Dallas to confront Charlie's seizures, which turned out to be stereotopies, and have since settled into a once every couple of weeks happening, rather than 20 times a day.
They waited together not so patiently when Daddy was working late nights, or off taking classes.
Lovey seemed like Charlie's only friend, when baby sister was born. Nobody understood what it was like, but Lovey. Charlie didn't get picked up as much, Mommy's lap was off limits, and when the nights got lonely, Lovely soaked up Charlie's tears and told him it would be alright.
From then on, Charlie and Lovey were even more inseparable. Bad Boys For Life.Sorry, yeah, I really said that.
Lovey, look!! A firetruck parade!!
And Lovey got to be with Charlie when he had tubes put into his ears. Mommy couldn't go with him, but Lovey and binky could. And they stayed with him the whole entire time. Lovey is there for Charlie when he needs him the most.
Charlie tried to protect Lovey the same way that he protected him, but- well you just shouldn't take a Lovey out into the snow, ya know? Snow is slippery, and wet. And it sure is sad when we get cold and wet.
Its pretty nice, having someone to watch Thomas with. Or Wonder Pets. or Blues Clues. Or Care Bears. Those are the only shows that Charlie watches, so those are the only shows that Lovey watches. They never fight over what to watch. They just hang out. Happily. Like friends should.
...but recently something happened. Nothing bad, don't get the wrong idea. Just, the better Charlie is feeling (the less his tummy troubles him, he doesn't get ear infections anymore)- the less hes needing his Lovey.
The other day when I was wanting to put Charlie down for a nap, which didn't end up happening, I was looking around the room for Lovey and Binky, and- where the heck were they? Christopher chimed in and said "I think they're still up in his bed".
Because although this post was about Lovey- where there was Lovey, there was binky. And where there was Lovey and binky, there was Charlie. Thats how its always been. Thats just how it is.
Sure enough, the duo was upstairs in his bed. And there they waited for him until he crawled into bed to join him come storytime, just before the lights went out.
And the same thing happened the next night.
And the next night.
And the- ...*sigh*
Lovey and Binky: Charlie still loves you, hes just growing up. He still needs you just as much as he did before, but more at night now than during the day.
So today, while Charlie carries around his precious lightning mcqueen in his right hand, and does everything else with his left because he couldn't possibly put it down, Lovey and Binky wait patiently up in his bed, hoping that today we'll have a nap time, or that night will come sooner.
So heres what we do. Every week we dig through our memories- old cell phone pictures, polaroids from 1986, something that you pulled out of a dirty shoe box- and we flashback to it. We show it off, and we write about it. We take ourselves back to that place, with as little or as much detail as our hearts are willing to share. Scan it, upload it, copy and paste it from your livejournal (remember those?)- display your memories in whatever way works for you. And then grab out button way down at the bottom of the page there (or link back old fashioned text style), add it to your flashback, add your link to our flashback, and if you've got an extra minute- maybe browse around and read some of the flashbacks left by others. Its just for fun. And really- memories are too precious to be left in an old dirty shoe box.
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