I remembered...

I knew there were some other thing that Elijah said that I wanted to post -

Remember Elijah's "girlfriend" Caroline? Here's what her mom overheard him say to another friend one day last week – “Do you know what I dreamed about last night? I dreamed all about Caroline.”

A week ago Elijah woke up with an earache which resulted in a ruptured ear drum and a trip to the Emergency Room on Sunday morning. (we were headed to the Urgent Care place - but they don't open until 1pm on Sundays. Does anyone else think that is weird? Anyway, when we got to the Urgent Care place and Elijah realized they were closed, he began to cry. Yet another clue that he really wasn't feeling good.) I digress.... He was prescribed Augmentin which is a white liquid. He said that it tasted salty and called it "milk salt". This is what he called it everytime it was time to take it!

There's also something Nolan said that I wanted to post -

The other day I was sitting on the new house porch taking a short break and Nolan came up and sat down beside of me. He says "Mom, I've been alive for seven years. It's been seven good years." (well, good...I'm succeeding as a parent after all!)

Now, on to a newly learned lesson about communication -

Yesterday Elijah's daycare teacher asked to see the baby's picture (sonogram). I said to her, "It's terrible news. I lost them." I really thought she heard me. I signed Elijah in and went on to work. By the middle of the afternoon yesterday Brent got a call from his good friend who says "Is Kathy ok? Is the baby ok?" His step-daughter who works at the daycare had called to inquire about me losing the baby. The teacher thought I said that I lost the baby...she must have thought I was handling it pretty well since I said it so matter-of-factly. Anyhow Lyndsey corrected the mistake and hopefully everyone knows now that the baby is still fine.

(Losing the sonogram pictures was TERRIBLE though. I took it to work and was carrying it back across the medical center and evidently dropped them. I went back right away and retraced my steps with no luck. I'm still hoping that someone will find them and send them to me in interoffice mail. I think this is Jones' luck.)