Honeybee*Hill

Sullivan hit me yesterday. And he meant it. Maliciously.

I was busy working on some homework-y type paper and he was busy trying to punch the keys on the keyboard (he stands on his tippy-toes to reach it now). I told him “NO” and moved his hands away. He looked up at me and I just knew he understood exactly what I was communicating to him and that he didn’t like it. He screamed and threw his hands at me in a big hateful flurry before sitting down and bursting into tantrum tears.

I was really shocked when I saw this in him — just another example of how he’s more and more like people everyday. Still, I had been using the old “He’s just a baby, he’s not trying to manipulate us” excuse and now I’ve got to find a new bag.

In any case, you can’t really be mad at him. I mean, look:

Speaking of Christmas, thanks to Mister Crawly-pants we’re not going to put up a tree this year. Recipe for disaster that would be! Everyone keeps asking us if we’re going to get him presents as if we’ve even considered it! Please, the kid is much more excited about Tupperware lids than any of the toys in his ever-growing collection. Of course we’re not going to waste money on toys for him.

We’ll just buy some nice Tupperware for us and wrap it up nicely.

Sullivan is sick. He had a low fever most of yesterday and this morning woke up with a full-blown icky fever. I don’t generally like giving him drugs but he’s had two shots of baby Motrin in the past two days. Taking care of a sick baby is a lot like taking care of a sick husband though. He’s been so clingy and miserable! Poor guy!

Because we are delaying vaccinations we have been unable to find a doctor in town who will take us as patients. I have a pediatrician an hour away who we’ve been seeing and I made an appointment but with the snow (!) and Aaron and I having to share a car, I think I’ll just stick it out here anyway. The heater in my car doesn’t work and that would probably be worse for him. Ugggh. I don’t have anything profound or witty to say because he really didn’t sleep last night (read: I really didn’t sleep last night).