Sugar Bugs, Begone!

Lucas went to his second dentist appointment with uncle Terry Jones, dentist extraordinaire. Lucas was great! No fear, very patient and cooperative with Karen the hygienist. She had a really great manner too. She showed him all the tools and let him use them before she put them anywhere near his mouth. She named the water tool and the suction tool (Mr. Thirsty) and the polishing too, and explained to him that you have to brush and clean your teeth really good to get the sugar bugs off your teeth. He just sat quietly, enjoyed making Mr. Thirsty drink from a cup of water.

“I have a video game…”

On the way to church on Sunday morning, Lucas told us about a dream he had had. He said the Radio Star girls came into his bedroom while he was sleeping and started singing and dancing and they woke him up.

Later that day, we went to Theomos and Pirategirl’s house to have dinner with them. We barbecued and Lucas remembered seeing T and MrPlanet4 play the Super Nintendo the previous Sunday. He clearly remembered the name of the game too, because he announced “I have a video game. It’s called Lucas Brothers 3”

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We are all recovering from a party weekend. We went to Ambrosia’s second birthday party on Saturday and got to meet Kelly’s parents, brother and sister-in-law, and some of her friends. I really hit it off with her friend Michelle, and I hope I get to see her again sometime. The kids had a wonderful time digging in the dirt at Howe Avenue Park. (The party favors for the children were toy shovels and buckets. Thankfully Lucas did not pitch a fit when he was given the green bucket instead of the blue one!)

Mom and I met up after the party to go shopping. I think she feels sorry for our being poor, so she bought me two pairs of sandles and a top, skirt, and crop-pants. We had fun. I like seeing her spend cash on herself—I know that it’s always been hard on her. I think she bought herself four pairs of shoes and two outfits. We had a lot of fun.

Ian and I partied all of Saturday night with friends. We had a lovely time being irresponsible while Lucas was tucked safely away with my parents for the night. He really seems to enjoy the occasional overnight at the grandparents’ houses. He gets completely spoiled and gets to play—in this case—with Papa’s trains. Did I mention my father owns more toy train track pieces than we do?

Lucas also gets to use his very own mini-toilet that Papa installed for him in my old bedroom. It’s so totally cute and ridiculous a the same time—it’s only about 10 inches off the ground and is a perfect miniature, working, flushing toilet. My dad is smug as can be about getting it for Lucas. Old people can be weird.

Anyway, we all had a nice weekend. After we picked L up from mom and dad’s we went back to Tom’s and barbequed and hung out for the rest of the day. After a little struggle, I even managed to convince Lucas to take a nap in Tom’s spare bedroom.

Lucas’s First Fender-Bender

We just had a nice weekend together. The weather was gorgeous both days, and we went to Fair Oaks park on Saturday for a picnic. Cheap, easy, satisfying family fun. It is nice just spending time together as a family.

On Sunday Lucas got to go to the zoo with Cindy and Kimberlee Dawn. We fuddy-duddy parents stayed home and worked—I worked to make money, Ian studied and did some of his online coursework for the first of four classes that he needs for a BCBA certification (it’s for behavior analysts). The beautiful day—perhaps the most beautiful day so far this year, marched on while we stared at computer screens in a stuffy office bedroom.

I don’t really know how the zoo trip went because my dad actually picked Lucas up from Cindy. Ian and I went to a memorial service for Kimkimkaree’s stepmother Monica. I know that Lucas commented to Papa that there are no elephants at the zoo. He did admit to seeing monkeys and flamingoes when I grilled him later. I hope Cindy had fun—she seemed a little nervous about taking care of a three-year-old, but it was all her idea in the first place.

When we picked Lucas up at my parents’ house at around 5 pm, I conned the folks into taking us to Cattleman’s for dinner. It was a nice visit and a yummy, free meal. Gotta love parents for that type of thing!

Today, Lucas was in his first fender-bender. He was with DeeDee and VoVo and a 17-year-old on a motorcycle swiped David’s driver-side mirror off the car. No biggy. They were stopped at a light and the motorcycle was driving up the white line between lanes. The funny part is that the kid has no license, no insurance, and no permission to be driving his dad’s Harley-Davidson. Tough luck for him. They had to call the police, who had to get his father to come and get him because they wouldn’t let him drive away on the bike. Apparently the kid was freaking out—he cried and sobbed and shook and blubblered and hyperventilated because he was certain his father was gonna kill him.

I wonder if Lucas will ever do something really dumb like that. It’s hard to imagine him as a 17-year-old.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005

The notorious question, “Why?” is now part of my darling son’s vocabulary.

We are working really hard to get a handle on our money and spending—and it kinda sucks. It means we haven’t been able to buy much this month or eat out, but I’ve thrown up my hands because the task of managing our cash flow and paying the bills has just become too much for me to handle on my own. All these years, Ian has stayed out of it because I’ve done it and too many cooks in the kitchen can be a real pain in the ass. Now Ian created a wonderful exel tool that is helping us balance our checking account for the first time ever. I’m too damned math-phobic! Anyway, this tool should help us avoid pissing away our money on bank fees. I’ll be glad when the SMUD bill returns to normal again. Right now we are atoning for being far too-liberal with our power usage because of the hot tub. Yikes.

Lucas Quote of the Day

“I like some food everyday!”

Important Question

“Daddy, do fish have eyebrows?”

Easter Sunday

Easter was a little chilly and overcast this year, but we had a lovely time anyway. For the first time in…oh…15 years or so, Ian (and Lucas) and I attended church! We went to the Unitarian Universalist Society of Sacramento service and listened to a sermon on transformation—except it wasn’t so much a sermon as a story about a little mouse, which was literally acted out by the three ministers. We sat with Kelly and Ambrosia (who’s almost two) and played at the playground with them afterward.

Then we headed over to RoRo and Nana’s house. Unlike most years, it was a pretty small crowd this time. That didn’t stop RoRo and Nana from insisting on a huge feast, nor did it prevent their helpers (Julie, Michael John, Sue E., etc.) from dying 13 dozen eggs (at RoRo’s urging), however. It really was quite ridiculous. There were Easter gifts for many family members who weren’t able to be there, and really, Lucas was the only true child to hunt the eggs. Imagine, thirteen dozen eggs (plus the two dozen eggs that we brought) for one almost-three-year-old, a twelve-year-old, and a sixteen-year-old! This time, the bunny helpers hunted eggs too. I think we came home with 28 eggs.

Later, we visited Chris and David’s house. Saw Dana and Ricky and Tyler and McKenzie there. Lucas was sad that Casey wasn’t there. After they left to race home and pick up Casey from his dad, Lucas was bopping a balloon around the living room and tripped and cracked his little chin open on the coffee table. It was scary, and painful. And scary. We grown-ups were more upset about it than Lucas was though. We fussed around with different size band-aides and bandages. The antibiotic ointment prevented a number of them from sticking to his chin and properly closing up the gash. We debated about whether to take him to Urgent Care to get stitches. While we were busy with all that, Lucas found his balloon and began chasing and bopping it in the air again.

Easter Eggs

We colored Easter eggs today. We actually used one box of egg dye that we bought last Easter and, for some frugal reason, saved for a whole year in our kitchen cupboard. I probably saved it more because I really like that dying method than because I didn’t want to waste the $2.49. Anyway, dying eggs with Ian and Lucas was great fun.

A whole bunch of colored Easter eggs is somehow very uplifting for me. Maybe it’s the colors—the diversity of pastels and brights, patches and tie-dye mixes all peacefully cohabiting the basket or egg carton that fills me with such joy. Maybe it’s the fact that they are lovely little goddess packages on a “Christian” holiday that I like so much. I guess it could simply be joyful childhood anticipation of hunting the eggs on Easter, even though I’m a grown-up now. This Easter, I am eager to see Lucas enjoy the family traditions.

Anyway, we used little packets of bright dye and little plastic baggies to make “tie-dyed” eggs. Place a couple of drops of dye in a baggie, add one hard-boiled egg, and squish the baggie around the egg until the egg is covered with the desired harmony of colors. It’s a method that Lucas could do quite successfully without getting dye all over the place and the resulting eggs were gorgeous and bright. (Much brighter than the standard vinegar/dye soaking method, and also much quicker results!)

Ian couldn’t resist purchasing another dye package, despite the fact that we had one already, though. This one involved little sponges that you dipped into the dye and sponged onto the egg’s shell. Lucas had a little more trouble with this one—or rather, I should say it was messy, and he loved it. It required a lighter touch than he is really capable of right now. Still, the eggs were cute. We colored two dozen eggs.

Most importantly, it was a wonderful way to spend the morning together. A little later Grandpa Glen came over and presented Lucas with an Easter basket. It came with a fluffy white bunny and a ton of candy. Lucas was very pleased to see him, and very excited about the candy—most of which disappeared, mysteriously…

Potty Training

Darn! It’s been a month since I wrote last. It seems like every day something funny or important or scary or deserving of preservation happens, and I think “Oh, later I’ve got to write about that amazing occurrence.” And then I get busy or stay busy, and I don’t write about it and then I forget. Sometimes I deliberately try to remember some perfect Lucas Moment long enough to tell Ian about it when he gets home from work, and five minutes later, I can’t remember what it was to save my life! They say motherhood makes you dumb. I don’t feel dumb, exactly. But motherhood has definitely rerouted my neural net and my old, efficient, and clever ways of thinking are running on auxiliary power at best. Where did all my smarts go?

So, what’s the Lucas Update now that he’s nearly 35 months old?

Lucas is potty training!

No really. Not like the last 6 months, during which we have flirted with the tantalizing idea of potty training. Now we’re in the big time. Now things are really connecting! NOW we have many more Successes than Failures.

We put him in Big Boy Underpants (cloth trainers) about 3 weeks ago—probably March 5. So he’s been wearing those during the day (except at naptime), at preschool, at home, and even out of the house!

Honestly, I’m totally, completely proud of him. I’m the Lucas Potty Cheerleader (the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders’ frumpy mommy friend). Lucas has had a number of days with ZERO accidents. He’s had some dry naps too. And this morning, when I got him out of bed, his pull-up was DRY!

We have a Dry Pants sticker chart and we perform random dry pants spot inspections. If he’s dry (like from morning to lunch, for example) he gets a sticker on his chart. Five stickers gets him a special treat (ice cream, candy—I know, I know. Great nutrition there, Mom!)

Let’s see….We’ve been sick lately. Strep throat. I’m honestly not sure if Lucas got it first and gave it to me or if it was the other way around. I know the symptoms, and when I was really suffering last weekend (especially Saturday and Sunday) I decided to get a throat culture. Twenty-four hours later I had the results and meds. A couple more days went by and Lucas complained of a sore throat. I was feeling paranoid and not at all interested in having him sick over Easter weekend (I knew how terrible I felt), so I made Ian take him to Kaiser. Sure enough, today we got the call that his culture is positive for strep. So, back to Kaiser we drove tonight to pick up his antibiotics. That makes four trips this week. But you know, when I think about it, a couple of weeks ago Lucas was complaining of a sore throat. He made me kiss the air in his open mouth to make his throat feel better. I thought he just had a cold and cough and fever, and treated him with ibuprofen and cough syrup, but I wonder if that wasn’t the really painful part of the strep infection and that maybe he just still has it. So, as I said, I don’t know which of us got it first.

Ian has been home this week for Spring break. I kinda browbeat him into taking this week off instead of next week because Lucas had no preschool this week. I’m really grateful he was home because I was so miserable. Unfortunately Ian’s been sick too. Maybe strep or maybe something else. Who knows? He won’t get tested.

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Well, things are better now. Lucas feels good again; the antibiotics worked like a charm. The nasty behavior lasted about as long as the antibiotics did, but the 9th was definitely the worst of it. He never got as obnoxious as that again. He even got to the point where he was taking the antibiotics without complaint—just about when we ran out of the stuff.

Since I last wrote we actually had our first parent-teacher conference. Miss Karen came to our house on Saturday the 19th and we chatted about how Lucas is doing at Little Gate preschool and how he’s developing. Obviously, he is very articulate, but he’s now learning how to communicate his needs to other children. She says his sharing skills have improved and he’s learning to negotiate. She is glad to see that he now has more varied play. At preschool he plays with the kitchen and the blocks (which are natural branch blocks, not unit blocks), as well as the train set. She says he builds “towers” and “castles” and “tunnels.” His creative, imaginative life is blossoming. Lucas is also very interested in cutting with scissors. Karen really has to watch him with scissors because he occasionally says things like “I’m going to cut you” or “cut hair.” Basically, he’s testing the boundaries. When that happens, he loses scissor privileges for the rest of the day. Karen also says that Lucas’s physical well-being really seems to affect his mood and behavior—I’ve noticed the same thing myself. His fine motor and gross motor skills are developing apace. Outside he enjoys the slides, the sand box, and also balancing on things. Karen thinks he really enjoys the kinesthetic and tactile things like sand.

Karen also recommended we put him on probiotics to counteract the negative affects of the antibiotics.

I haven’t mentioned this yet, but one new development in Lucas’s life is that he’s become obsessed with alphabet letters and writing. Beginning at the end of January, he began writing some letters. Now, he hardly scribbles anymore, he’s always writing letters. He can write E, F, I, H, A, B, J, O, P, U, W, and X. That’s nearly half the alphabet. E and F are his current favorites. Sometimes the E has more than three horizontal bars—sometimes it has many, as if the excitement and enthusiasm he feels about E can’t be contained in only four lines. However, it’s truly unmistakable that writing letters is what he’s doing. He’ll tell ya all about it too.

Lucas is also interested in the magnetic letters on the fridge. Sometimes they are put away and sometimes they are out. Lately he wants them out and he wants to spell words with them. They are no longer just building long letter “trains” like before. Now he says the letters in order, then says “that spells Dad.” He knows how to spell his name: “L-U-C-A-S spells Lucas!” and “M-O-M spells Mommy” and “D-A-D spells Dad.”

Oh, and he’s into making letter shapes with his fingers too. He makes O, C, and L (that one he makes with his left hand, like I showed him). I’m thinking of starting to teach the ASL finger alphabet since he’s so interested.

Another thing worth mentioning. VoVo says that last week Lucas asked, “Did Puffer Cat died?” Grandma said yes, he did. Lucas replied, “When he’s undied, he’ll come back.”

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