Life

Well, it seems that our son is like an onion, every time we think we are figuring things out we find there are more issues. Our adorable boy has quite a road ahead of him. Today we met with a urologist who has now referred us to a pediatric endocrinologist. We should see him next week. The urologist believes, obviously, that there are some growth issues afoot with Max. Hopefully we will get some good answers from the endocrinologist. Sweet Max is no dummy and as soon as we pulled up to the door of the doctor's building he began to cry and say "jep" ~ hurt. He knows doctors hurt and he doesn't know they hurt for good reasons. There isn't anything we can do to alleviate his fear. He's been in and out of the hospital so many times he is fully aware that pain is generally involved. Hopefully he will learn to be comforted by us, but for now we all struggle through it the best we can.

On a completely different note...Max, ever the curious boy, managed to lock me out of the house yesterday. I'm pretty sure he didn't mean to, I wouldn't bet my life on that, but I think he was just playing with the door lock and voila it locked! Ironically had I asked him to lock the door I am sure he would have never been able to do it. We took the dogs out yesterday morning, to do their business, and Max said "it is hot Mommy" and went back inside. He started talking to me and waving at me through the side light windows. I turned to look at the dogs and heard "click" for a split second I wondered what the sound was and then it hit me. He had locked the door! I turned around, he was smiling through the window completely unaware of what he had done, I think, and was waving again. I pointed to the lock and told him to unlock the door. The sweet boy tried and tried, but to no avail. Thankfully, I am thinking at that moment, Katie is in the house so I will ring the door bell and she will come and open the door. Ten minutes later, that's right ten minutes and Katie is still not answering the door even though I am beating on it, ringing the doorbell like a mad woman and yelling her name. Eventually I sent Max to get Katie. He found her watching a moving in MY bedroom, while I'm in the 100 degree heat locked out, he found her and climbed up on to the bed and watched the movie with her. At least he was safe...should have been my thought, but honestly I wanted to crown both of them! I contemplated going to the neighbors to call my house or my husband (I would have had to figure out which was safer for the kids because they weren't on my happy list), calling Veldon would have won, but I was wearing capris and a tank top with most of my unmentionables (up top) showing and I just couldn't bring myself to walk barefoot and half dressed to my prim and proper neighbor's house, although she really is a lovely girl! (Never mind the fact that she likely heard me beating on my front door and screaming my daughter's name.) I now determine that I am going to have to engage my brain to get into the house. I decide to walk up the back stairs, perhaps throw a rock at my bedroom window and get my 12 year old's attention, and beat on the kitchen door. As I am heading that way, still barefoot on the really, really hot concrete I remember that Veldon doesn't have a working garage door opener for one side of the garage, the side he likes to walk out of, so he had (yes had, until yesterday morning) been leaving the garage door open. My spirit restored I quickly walk around to the garage...closed of course. BUT there sits Hayden's car and all I can do is hope and pray it is unlocked with a garage door opener in it...HOORAY...yes to both. Of course, that opens a whole new can of worms like how safe is our house if you can just open the car door, push the opener and get in..hmmm. We'll have to think about that one soon. So poof I am in the house and feeling really not happy at all! I quietly call Katie's name, at the top of my lungs, and when she comes out of my room, wide-eyed and wondering about my angry voice, I proceed to find out why she would ignore the door bell for at least 10 minutes. She looks completely blank at me and said "Mom I thought you were messing around with the dogs, Max did too he even yelled for you to stop it!" Really??? Max wanted me to stop ringing the doorbell? How about Max tell his sister that Mommy is locked out? How about Max take Katie's hand and lead her to the door because clearly she wasn't going to figure it out on her own! How about Max NEVER touch another deadbolt!! So after soundly chastising Katie, who is 12, to think a little when the door bell rings over and over and over..you get the point, Max and I also had a little chat at the front door in my best Thai and my calmest (kind of ) English. We decided that he is to never, never, never, touch any lock again. We then had to walk around the house, a little later and calmer, and discuss which doorknobs Max could touch and which he could not touch. A little shadow comes across his face every time he looks at a doorknob now, I'm not sure if it was the lecture or my really bad use of the Thai language. Whatever the cause hopefully he won't be locking me or anyone else out in the near future.

Later yesterday afternoon, after the lock out incident of 2011 as it's come to be known, we went swimming and I'm pretty sure that my getting a little frustrated (okay angry) with the boy didn't create any trust issues based on the way he clung to me and eventually allowed me to let go, while standing really close so he could float on his own. I think I am probably the most scarred from the lock out, it was really hot and I hate, hate, hate to sweat!!!