"I'm being Zombie!"

* Nixon has started perfecting his Zombie-face. He basically cocks his head to the side, lets his mouth go slack and just looks at you....it's kind of freaky. I had no idea what he was doing until I asked him and he said "Mom, I'm being zombie!"

* I still have no voice, but did go to the doctor. When I came home from the doctor, Nixon came rushing over to me and says "Mommy, did they fix you voice?" When I told him no, and I don't know when it'll be back, he says "But you went to the doctor, he makes you better!"

**No photos tonight. I found out I've got borderline strep throat and was given a bunch of medications, so I'm going to bed early and just not feeling up for sneaking into Nixon's room when he finally falls asleep. He stays up talking to himself and I'm fine with that, but tonight....mommy needs to go to bed. **

Nixon explains my voice loss....and it's hilarious!

* I admit defeat today. Day 2 without a voice. Nixon and I were not dealing with it well at all. I'm frustrated because I want to play with my baby boy, and make him laugh, but I'm unable to. He's pissed off because he feels like I'm ignoring him even when I'm looking right at him!

* He woke up at 630am today. That's never an okay wake-up time. I sent him back to his room, because I had been awake until after 330am with insomnia (because losing my voice isn't enough, my body has to make it impossible for me to fall asleep too), and he was okay with that, eventually coming back in and watching cartoons in our bed until 930am when I got out of bed...and realized I still had no voice.

* Nixon has a theory on my loss of voice. He says an ant crawled up my leg, into my mouth and stole my voice because they thought it was food. The other one I heard was, I broke my throat bone and hurt my voice. I don't know which one is funnier but they both are pretty damned original explanations for what I'm dealing with.
   Sadly, Nixon also thinks I'm mean because I am unable to sing him his bedtime songs. Although he did sing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" to me, but not at bedtime. He sang it to me after dinner, but it's the thought that counts.

Sarcasm, it's contagious.

* You know what's fun? When you realize your kid has sarcasm down to a science and it's your fault. You know what's even more fun? That he's mastering dry sarcasm and using it against you, his mom...giver of life and provider of food.
   Yes, Nixon has done both of these. I'd be proud if he weren't using it against me. He really is my little mini-me. Right down to the dry sarcastic streak.

* Speaking of my kid being kind of an ass....I've once again lost my voice. It's this stupid cold I can't seem to beat. Nixon decided today would be a good day to try my patience and started mocking my weak, raspy voice. To my face. Then laughing at me.
   I didn't get an apology from him until I had Mac call him from work and tell Nixon to be nice to me since I can't speak for myself.
   When Nixon went to bed early, he said to me "Poor mommy, you've got no voice and I made fun of you. That wasn't nice, but it was funny!" Then he kissed my cheek and told me I needed to go to bed so I can get better and be able to talk loud.

    He's a sweet kind of punk, isn't he?

Haircut day...unplanned haircut day for Nixon!

* Nixon came into the bedroom at gods-awful 7:30am, walked over to my sleeping body, taps me on the shoulder and says "Mommy? It's me Nixon!" then gives me his brightest smile when I open an eye to look at him.

* Mac needed a haircut, so we all got out of the house for a bit and went to the barber shop. While waiting, Nixon decided his hair is getting too long and he needed a haircut too. So he's sporting a freshly buzzed head now and he's happy as can be.

* Nixon and Mac watched Star Wars: A New Hope (aka the original first movie) together tonight. Nixon likes to say "pewpew" and ask about all the aliens. He does enjoy the movies and after every movie ends he asks for more right away. Makes his dad very proud!

He's the sweetest thing!

* My day started rather late today. I was coughing up a bunch of grossness, which led to a fitful sleep. Nixon was in bed with me, but undisturbed by my coughing fits, thankfully. He was awake and watching TV around 8am, his normal start-the-day time. When I'd cough, he'd touch my head, whisper "Poor Mommy, go back to sleep" and kiss my cheek. I would stay asleep, because who'd argue with an offer like that?
   I finally rolled and looked at the clock, past a peaceful Nixon next to me watching Bubble Guppies, to see it was 11:15AM!! I got out of bed and we headed downstairs where I fed Nixon. I was so happy to find there was not a single mess in the house, the cats weren't traumatized and the house was still standing! Seems he knew I needed rest and he let me get it.

* I did wake up with a deep, raspy voice that by 3pm had all but disappeared. I was voiceless, but this is actually a good thing because it's the last phase of any cold I ever get.
   Now, getting Nixon to do things when I don't have a voice is challenging....so I resorted to getting in his face and whispering real close to him. Think creepy, serial killer type voice. That's what I sounded like, but boy did he do what I was asking him to do!

Love him and his kind heart!

He read a little today!

* ...he brought me the apples from his Happy Meal and asked me to open them because "Your super strong, Mommy. You're even stronger than daddy." I'm not going to argue with that, since all that means to him is I'm his hero.

* I had tea for breakfast this morning, instead of my usual coffee. Nixon, who loves to help me make my coffee, say the different k-cup and said "Um, Mommy...you should put this one in" and hands me a coffee k-cup. When I tell him my throat is sore and I need tea to help it feel better Nixon says "But mommy, coffee makes you smile".

* We sent a couple packages off last week. Since Nixon is starting to learn his letters and write them, I wrote out "I Love You" on a sheet of paper so he could write it inside the cards we were sending out.
   Nixon brought that same piece of paper to me today and said to me "Look mom, this says "I love you", see? Right here. Look! MOM! Look!" I looked up and he was pointing to the words as he said them. When I wrote the phrase, I only told him the letters, I never told him what it said. No, I think I told him once what it said, but the letters were the important part.
   My baby read a phrase all on his own!!!

Skip a nap crash on the sofa early!

* I have a sore throat and have been under the weather because of it. Nixon, on the other hand, has been feisty and feeling just fine. Today he refused to pick up his toys and as a result of refusing multiple time and yelling in my face after I told him to go to his room, he was in time out in his room...with a gate in front of his door to keep him in there.
  Or so I thought.
  Around the time I was going to check on him, because he'd been quiet for a while and I thought he'd fallen asleep (secretly hoped), BeBe comes tumbling down the stairs, followed by a very stealth Nixon. Nixon comes over to me and says he "escaped" by crawling under the gate...he was very proud of his escape and very apologetic for the actions that got him sent to his room.

* He might be outgrowing naps...but I'm still doing quiet times. Today he didn't nap. But he did fall asleep on the sofa at 8:30pm!
   I'm a little worried he might be sick because he looked very flush and sweaty when I went to take his pictures tonight. He's been drinking from my water bottle, in spite of my warnings that he'll get sick if he does.
   Please don't let my baby boy don't get sick......

poor flushed, sweaty kiddo :(