Thursday, December 10, 2009

"We Gather Together To Ask the Lord's Blessings..."

And to ask for a special guardian angel, just for Flash Flood so he will make it through his first two years of life....


Hail has asked me constantly if Flash can have apple juice, candy, crackers.... well, anything he's eating at the moment, Hail wants to know if Flash can try it. I'm always explaining that NO, he's too little and can only drink "baby milk" for now. Just moments into our Thanksgiving lunch, as I was inhaling all the delicious food (with Flash in my arms), Hail who was seated next to me began clapping and squealing, "See he can! HE CAN EAT! YAY BABY! See, Momma, HE CAN!!!" I looked down to find Flash with mashed potatoes oozing from the corners of his mouth and Hail's finger dripping with mashed potatoes. "See! You said he can't eat food! He CAN!"


Besides trying to sneak table food into Flash, Hail also enjoys making Flash meow like a kitten. This can only be achieved when Flash is sleeping soundly, with a passie in his mouth. Hail will sneak over and pinch his nose shut. Once Flash realizes he can't breathe, he will drop the passie and make a quiet "meow" sound, as he inhales. Poor, poor child. He lives on our kitchen table, buckled in his bouncy seat for his protection. And sometimes even this form of security is breached.



During the night, I was rubbing the back of Flash's head, trying to get him back to sleep when I felt a rough patch of skin on his scalp. I assumed his head was now peeling, since he's been as scaly as a snake, shedding its skin in the spring, and decided it wasn't worth turning on any lights and chancing waking him back up. This morning I discovered that it was no skin at all... only a dried patch of chili fingerprints from dinner last night. You could actually see three small fingerprints made of tomato paste and pepper. Oh, dear me.
Mashed potatoes.... Chili..... He's not even three weeks old.

Hang in there, Flash....

...What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

7 comments:

The Hills said...

Do you sleep with your eyes open...seriously?!

The Henderson Family said...

That is awesome. Mashed potatoes - what do you do? Boys will be boys!

Kiera said...

Bless his little heart. He WILL survive and be the toughest of them all, which is very hard to imagine! :) I would NOT want to mess with your clan. Love you girl and glad the adjustment is going so well. Can't wait to see you and meet the newest member!! ;)

Cindy said...

Bless him! Sweet boy! How precious that Hail is making sure that baby gets enough to eat and teaching him survival skills he'll surely need in life. You know, like breathing through your mouth when someone holds your nose closed. Now, that's what I call one awesome big brother! :-) Seriously though, how sweet is that picture of the two of them sleeping?! OMG! Too sweet!

Supabloggasuprememama said...

how very precious!!!

Lena said...

I remember a time when Jake was 2 weeks old. Lena came in to the kitchen where I was cooking supper and informed me that Jake loves marshmellows. I almost had a heart attack. I ran into the living room to check things out. He had one sticking out of his mouth that he was sucking on, and I believe he had 3 or 4 more I fished out of his mouth. Good news is, he is now 9 yrs old:o)

Runnin' Mommy said...

How very sweet! I love the last picture! Precious!!!