Isaac is almost better. He's much better than he was, but he's not quite well enough to play with other kids. I hope he gets better soon, because I'm getting tired of not being able to hang out with my friends. Uh, I mean, I really want Isaac to be able to play with his friends! Yeah, that's right.
He still has a junky cough and sinus congestion. And he keeps cheerfully announcing, "I coughed up a mucus!" I told him he doesn't have to inform me every time, but I shouldn't complain. At least he's telling me what's going on.
Back in October when Isaac had several days of intermittent vomiting, we could have used that kind of honesty. He would be huddled in my lap, pale and sweating, and I would ask him, "Do you think you're going to throw up? Do you feel bad?"
He would always respond, "No. Feel good." This was so untrue that it got to be ridiculous. Several times he weakly moaned, "Feel good, feel good" over and over again, right up to the point where he leaned over and puked on my feet.
Craig and I assumed Isaac didn't understand the question, but I think it was my father who suggested that perhaps Isaac was using totemic language -- maybe if he insisted he felt good, it would come true.
I'm not usually in a hurry for Isaac to grow up, as I'm totally enjoying him being a toddler, but that's one skill I look forward to Isaac developing -- an awareness of when he's going to vomit.
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