August 28, 2011

Sunday:

Liam is now in the three's class at church and in short, he doesn't like it. He has a new room with a new teacher, Mrs. Adams, who he doesn't like either. I don't think it's anything to do with the room or teacher, I think it's the change. The whole way up, he wanted to go to Mrs. Jennifer's class and not Mrs. Adams, and was very vocal in letting me know this. I dropped him off after pulling him passed the threshold of the door, and told him that I would be back later. He was crying and sobbing. One of the teachers that is usually in the other class, Mrs. Ellie was there, but that didn't really help. I went to drop off Annabelle and then went back to peek in on him. He was standing alone, crying. My heart broke, so I went in and helped him calm down and then told him that he could come in church with me, but he had to be still and quiet and there would be no toys to play with. If he did act up, he would have to come back to his class. He understood. In church, he was great, he sat next to me, didn't do any wiggling, and all in all, I am glad he had a better time. After service, a couple of women came up to him and told him what good behavior he had in church. I think this may have sealed the deal with me to let him come in with me.

After we woke from nap, I made some lemonade and we went outside to play in the sprinkler in the 112 degree heat. I don't know if Liam was quite sure about it. He scoped it out slowly. At first he would only splash on the puddles in the blanket that the sprinkler made. Annabelle kept trying to eat the water hose and Liam was very helpful taking it away from her. Liam also liked to lay down and put his tummy in the water puddle, which was kinda funny. Then he slowly would go over to the sprinkler and put his feet in it. Of course, he had to be tightly gripping one of our hands, which was okay. Then one of our neighbors came with her little boy, Kierin who is five, and he and Liam played together. Liam drank his lemonade and then after a we were all ready to come in, he finished the last bit of splashing in the blanket puddles and then we came in.



In the evening, he acted like he was really feeling under the weather. He laid on the couch as he waited for us to finish the dishes. He kept saying he was 'So tired', and he felt warm to the touch. He rocked with me in the rocking chair as I rocked Annabelle and he almost fell asleep. Dad came in and read story as we rocked and Liam asked no questions the entire time, unlike he usually does. We tucked him in and I asked him if his tummy hurt, his head hurt, his neck, etc. He said, "No, I just so tired." I asked him, "Do you feel sick or tired." He replied, "I'm so tired." So he slept. Since the kids are never sick, when they are, we think it's the end of the world. I began to worry it was something serious like Meningitis or something, so we kept waking him to take his temperature and ask him to bend his neck. He didn't like this, and was very uncooperative. He kept saying, "No, I want to sleep, I so tired." We finally left him alone, and when he got up just as we were going to bed, we brought him our bed with us to sleep for the night. For the first time ever co-sleeping, I think he actually slept better with us than he would he would in his own bed.