But occasionally I think it might be nice to put Simon in one so that the cuteness is in no way diminished by the destructive capabilities. Although the destructive capabilities of someone who wears a size 3 diaper and has only two nubby little teeth is endearing in its own right. I think it must be his way of saying, “Mama, forget about your homework and come play with me.” I love having the invitation.
Editor’s note: this photo is one of the boy’s lesser accomplishments. I sometimes feel that my job is similar to a re-shelver at a library. Somehow, there are always more books to be put away.
CLARIFICATION (or, more accurately, change of rules): Nobody will be disqualified if their peep show does not fit in a shoe box. Think of the shoebox as the lower limit.
I know you all thought we were joking when we said we wished we had thought of the Peep Show that the Washington Post sponsored last year. But we weren’t. Since we didn’t think of it, we decided to steal the idea for our own enjoyment.
Here are the rules:
1. The display must fit in a shoe box.
2. The display must include those abominable sugar-coated marshmallows called Peeps.
3. The deadline is Saturday, March 22 at midnight EST.
4. Submit a photograph of your entry to us via e-mail.
5. Blog readers will have one week to vote for their favorite after we post the entries.
6. Winners will get an awesome prize, yet to be determined.Questions? Comments? Let us know.
Happy Peeping. And Happier Easter.
Simon and I flew to Columbus last Saturday to visit Will. It’s been an experience to remember. Will is making a lot of progress. His gross motor skills are just fine, although he does have some trouble with balance and he likes to do everything faster than is safe. He is making a lot of progress with eating and talking, but it is slow going. The stroke hit both sides of his thalamus, so neither side is able to compensate for the other. From what I understand a stroke that hits both sides of the brain is even more rare than a stroke in a healthy young person. But he seems to be in high spirits and loves to throw towels at anybody who gives him a hard time. (Note to self: don’t bother reminding him to close his mouth when swallowing.)
Mostly we’ve just been having a grand old time trying to keep a lively 10 month old happy and out of the way of so many nurses and techs and therapists and friends. Will has at least 4 visitors every night. I tell you, his social life is much more active than mine ever was and he can’t even talk. What a guy. He’s managed to almost beat me at Rummikub (we ran out of time), sort of beat me and Becca at Skip-bo (he cheated), and is starting to get back to playing the piano (right hand only). We’ll be here until Sunday when Jarom will come to take our place.
Jar, I suggest practicing your towel-throwing before you get on the plane.
Last semester when I would stress myself out about school (as is my custom), I would think about the wonderful time when I graduate and we can have another baby. Now that Simon is growing up and is less containable and more opinionated and especially clingy, I fantasize about that wonderful time when I graduate and we have the time and means to leave him with a sitter while we go out on a date.
Actually, I think more about moving out of this apartment. I think about taking Simon to the park and swinging him in the swings for the first time. I think about having the time to bake a cake or try a new recipe without feeling like I should be doing something else. I think about anything to keep me looking ahead and not worrying about story ideas or reporting or what is due tomorrow.
I thought about how wonderful life will be when I finish with school all day yesterday, and then I thought that maybe it was a bad thing for me to always be itching for the next thing, to not be satisfied with where I am right now. Shouldn’t I be enjoying the moment here? Shouldn’t I be loving this time when Simon loves me so much he cries whenever I leave the room? Shouldn’t it just tickle me pink that Simon is so interested in everything little thing I am doing to the point where he almost prevents me from doing it?
And then I had one of those moments. Those “tender mercies” or whatever you call them. I caught a glimpse of the future. Just a glimpse. And I saw Micah and Simon and me sitting around the kitchen table. Maybe we were eating cookies or playing a game. We were reminiscing about the good old days when I was in school and Micah was freelancing and Simon was learning so many things all at once and all three of us were frazzled and tired and not exactly sure what we should be doing with ourselves. Simon was laughing that he used to get so upset when I would sit him on the floor for a second, or put him in the carrier, or keep him from pounding on the computer keyboard. And Micah and I were enjoying the fact that he had come so far and that we were better able to deal with the stresses of life because of that time.
There are always going to be challenges and things I’d like to change. I’m sure I’ll often wish that I could speed up time to get to the next part of life. But for now I’m going to just keep telling myself, “This won’t last forever.” I hope that will give me the perspective to both cherish the moment and look forward to the future.
Remember how we had only lived here a few days when this happened in the hallway?:
And we’d only been here a few weeks when we came home from church to find our kitchen ceiling leaking.:Our living room ceiling started leaking when they turned the heat on and our calls to the plumber and the landlord resulted in . . . nothing. Or more accurately, a slight cave in, which happened a few weeks ago.:Last night we came home from a Chinese New Year Party to find the mat in the bathroom soaking wet and no real evidence to tell us how it got that way. We suspect there was a flood upstairs that dripped down through the light fixture.
Only six months left on our lease . . . .
Last night we were determined to get a little bit of time to ourselves after Simon went to sleep. For the past few days he has not been napping well and doing his darnedest to sleep only when we sleep. I know, fun times in the Heiselt home. We’re still new parents. But Friday night is “Lost” night at our place since we don’t have a TV, and it is hard to catch all of the important little things when a certain someone is crawling over you and trying to poke his finger up your nose and grab your glasses. It was essential that he not crash our party.
Once he drifted off, we put him in his crib. He woke up and stood in his crib, but was obviously really tired, so I just laid him back down and we waited a little while to see if he would wake up and be upset. After 10 minutes or so, we high-fived and started the show. And then it started. Every few minutes we would hear groans cries from the bedroom, followed by several minutes of silence. Once or twice I thought it was Aaron, Claire’s baby in “Lost.” But it wasn’t. It was Simon. We assumed he was just rolling over or adjusting, that he was fighting a losing battle with the sandman.
The show ended, we talked about it, we theorized, we went back over parts we hadn’t quite caught the first time. And then we got ready for bed. Instead of praying next to our bed as was our habit, we prayed in the living room so as not to disturb the child, who was still moaning intermittently. Imagine our surprise when we sneaked into our room to find Simon standing in his crib, where we assume he had been almost since we left him. And where he had been nodding off to sleep, then waking up, moaning, and nodding off again. Every 10-15 minutes for 2 1/2 hours.
What a champ. Hopefully he’ll give up a little bit sooner tonight.
For those who don’t know, Will, Lizzie’s brother, went missing at work this morning. The hospital (he is currently doing his residency in Ohio) started to track him down and eventually, with the help of the police and a roommate, found him at his apartment passed out with his eyes rolled back.
It looks like he had a seizure or something similar and has been in and out of consciousness. He has some degree of recognition though not enough to get any real answers. They have done several test to figure out what happened, but so far all have come back negative. This is good because they tested for some pretty frightening things. Unfortunately, we still don’t know what is going on.
So, would you all mind keeping Will and the whole Blackhurst family in your prayers for the next few days. This is a scary time, but the Lord has already shown his loving hand. Thanks to everybody who has helped thus far. Adrian & Jodie, sorry for busting up your party on a false alarm, but we really appreciate you being so willing to help. And Mom, thanks for being our eyes and ears in Ohio. It sure is great to have such wonderful family and friends.
UPDATE: We now know that he had a stroke. He is still mostly unconscious and undergoing tests.