Here are some quick hits from our July 4th weekend at Lake Chatuge:
Jones likes brisket. A lot. So much so that I think he may become a rancher when he grows up, just so he can have easier access to that cut of beef. I hope he does. I'd like some easier access myself.
Jones likes to drive the boat as much as he likes to eat brisket. During the weekend, he started running a fever and was all "Mama, Mama, Mama," as a result. And then we got on the boat, and, suddenly, we couldn't keep him off his Pop's lap in the Captain's Chair.
Jones got sicker than he's ever been before. It started Saturday nite with a slight fever. He was still eating fine and acting normally then. Sunday, though, the fever was higher, and that nite, he was up from 2-5 AM, which he has NEVER done, not one time in his entire life. Even as a newborn, he'd wake up, eat, and go right back to sleep. THAT to say, Big Brother did NOT feel well at all. He and I sat on the front porch in those wee small hours, enjoying one of the most beautiful little corners of God's great creation. Our long stretches of silence were interrupted by infrequent discussions about the sounds that certain animals make (Cows, for instance, say, "OOOOOOhhhhhh;" cars - for our purposes that nite, also an animal - say either "beep! beep!" or "vroom!" depending on the mood Jones is in). Monday morning, his temperature hit a lifetime high of just over 103. I called the doctor's office and was told by the nurse that a "fever virus" is going around. Since he had no other symptoms, she assumed this was the culprit. Where he got it, I don't know, but I'm thankful he's since gotten rid of it and pray that Brother doesn't get it, too. Mama needs some SLEEP!
Freddie can handle his bulky life vest a whole lot more happily if he has his pacifier in his mouth.
Much as they both like being ON the water, neither Jones nor Freddie were fond AT ALL of being IN the water. Think "wailing and gnashing of teeth."
Jones watched the same "Goofy" DVD about 9,345 times this weekend, thanks to an awesome little Cars television set, handed down from cousins Ellery and Evan.
Jones calls both my mom AND Jeremy's "Mayme," which is weird, because we call Jeremy's mom "Nan" and always have. What's funny is how he, somehow, seems to know that they're both the same in terms of their relationship to him, thus warranting the same name? Or so I guess. That both of his grandfathers are called "Pop" can't help to clarify the situation for him.
Jones and Freddie do NOT sleep well when they are in the same room together. I may have to rethink my long-term plan of having them share a room. They can sleep like logs through the gunfire-like cacophony of July 4th fireworks, but when one of them starts jabbering at 5:30 in the morning, the other bolts up like a whack-a-mole. What wakes them up so early out there?!? Typically, they'll catnap for an hour or so before I let them get up 30 minutes earlier than usual, but in the meantime, they've awakened the entire house. I'm fully expecting our visiting privileges to be revoked at any moment!
