Kieran's stories

So I'm used to posting one big update monthly. I'll have to figure out how I want to post little blogs along the way instead, since it's a lot easier to do that on a blog. So I'm going to write several posts here from last month.

This one's about some of the funny things Kieran's been saying lately.

Green means…Go
Red means…Stop
Yellow means...........Jump.
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At the end of The Monster at the End of this Book, which was my FAVORITE book when I was little, I asked Kieran if we should turn the page. “No. ‘Cause he would be scared. He is scared of a monster.”
We turned it anyway, and then he explained, "He is not scared, 'acause I am here. And I am bigger."
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At the end of The Cat in the Hat, Dr. Seuss asks, "Well what would you do if your mother asked you?" Kieran's answer...“I would not tell my mother I saw the Cat in the Hat. I would tell her I saw a monster. ‘Cause after I was little last year, I was a big, bad Superman. And Connery was Batman. After he was bigger.”
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He thinks it’s funny to say “poopie.” Especially at the table. When we try to ignore it, he points it out to us. "Mommy, I said 'poopie.' That's a potty word, right?"
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He complains about the sun getting in his eyes on the way home, and one day even said, “I no like the sun.” A few minutes later, he told me, “I make the sun sad, ‘acause I say he is not my friend. But he is nice to me, and I am his friend now. And he is happy.”
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We battle with him almost every day about picking his nose! One day, I reminded him, and he said, “I’m just getting the bugs out of my nose.” I said, “What bugs?” and he said, “I have biggers in my nose, and I call them bugs.”
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He likes to put rocks in his pocket, so laundry is a lot of fun. He picks them up at school, our own yard, in front of Logan’s…everywhere. He sweetly takes some out periodically and gives them to us. “This one’s for you, Mommy.”

Oh, and he knows his left from his right somehow. They must have taught him that at school, because he gets it right (haha, correct) every time we ask him!
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And of course, a regular installment of Kieran speak
After—instead of when—“After I was a baby, I spit up sometimes.”
Dinasoy—dinosaur
Grandpa—RitaBa—One day, he said, “I’m thinking of my grandpa.” We said, which grandpa? Papa or PaGaga, and he said RitaBa. We’ve tried to explain that she’s grandma, but he doesn’t get it.

Butler Theatre presents Cinderella

And the boys loved it. Well, Kieran did anyway. He watched the play pretty intently, and during scene changes, said, “Let’s do one more.” He thought the stepsisters were funny and said “They’re fighting like me and Connery.” His favorite part was “Cinderella” or “The printheth.” But he wouldn’t say it in front of Viv, the actress who played the part. He got bashful. He sat with Meagan who was dressed in her Cinderella dress and waved a little wand like she was the Fairy Godmother…Kieran held his wand with the star in his hand and jabbed it around like a sword!

Connery liked it until the stepsisters started fighting about 6 feet away from us. He cried and pointed at them until we had to go hang out in the lobby. Not the best place to see a show from.

Our real life episode of ER

This year's ER visit was not as scary as last year's. You may remember the emergency room adventure last year on Amy’s birthday when Connery's temperature reached 104.3, and he was vomiting. He just stared blankly and was sweating through his clothes--the most pitiful we've ever seen either of the boys. We rushed him to the ER, where they gave him Motrin and determined that he had severe double ear infections. He had already been on two antibiotics which obviously hadn't helped, so the last option was shots of Rocephin. He was given an IV for fluids--an AWFUL experience for us to watch, and for him, too, if his crying is any indication--so he got the first "shot" through the IV. He seemed to feel somewhat better by the time we left the hospital, thanks to the fluid and the lower temperature. The next two mornings we visited his pediatrician to get the other two shots. We worried that the infections would still linger, and he would have to get tubes put in his ears, but fortunately that never became an issue again.

This year, the ear infections were back, but thankfully, not with a vengeance. This time, just one ear was infected, but he wound up getting the Rocephin shots because he’s allergic to the antibiotic the doctor said would surely rid him of it. The problem was that he has to get one shot each day for three days…and our van was packed and ready to go to Tennessee for Easter weekend. Thank God for the Internet and cell phones, because we called around and around until we found a doctor in Crossville who would see him and administer the shot on Friday, then write an outpatient order for the ER at the hospital to give it on Saturday (since all the dr. offices and walk-in clinics were closed for the holiday).

It turns out that the last shot was the worst. He and I waited in the ER for an hour, then went upstairs where they put us in an actual room to wait for another hour. We curled up on the hospital bed, watched some TV, roamed the hall, talked about the clown paintings on the walls, played in front of the mirror and ate the bag of Froot Loops Amy luckily had in her purse. Then FINALLY the nurse came in, and I think Connery got suspicious…after all he had done this twice in as many days. He started to cry. Then the nurse told me that this shot did not have Lidocaine in it like the others did—apparently the medicine itself is really painful, so the syringe usually has Lidocaine in it to help ease the pain—but the doctor who wrote the outpatient order failed to prescribe it. So I helped the nurse hold him down, dreading it, though I'm sure not as much as he was. Then the nurse said, “I can’t believe it. The needle broke.” By the time I turned to see, she had pulled the broken needle out of his leg…which she had poked twice. She got another needle and another nurse to “help” her hold him down. (Geez! He’s a year and a half!) Finally, she got the shot in him…and he cried all the way out of the hospital. So I took him to Dairy Queen. He deserved it.

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