Diane has been one of my living angels for years. Her friendship has been an anchor for me, which keeps me thinking of all things spiritual in the midst of all things physical. Whenever I have a child, which is pretty much every year, she brings our family dinners and takes the older siblings for an afternoon of fun. Sometimes, she brings me a treat "just because". Every time she goes to Europe, she brings me some Milka chocolate. When Evan died, she was one of several who came and filled in without being asked. She and her husband wrote and got Evan's obituary published. She took the boys so that we could get the funeral and burial arrangements worked out. She took Graeden to school and picked him up for a week. Diane got some photos of Evan. took the text from Evan's eulogy and made them into a book. Her husband wrote a speech and delivered it at the funeral. Then the next week, she hosted a baby shower for Jocelyn at her home. A month later she was there helping me to pack up my kitchen to move. She came and helped me unpack it and arrange it in the new house.
I can't say enough great things about Diane. So, imagine my surprise when one evening at dinner as I was detailing for Tymon some of Elliott's mischievous exploits of the day, Graeden totally exasperated blurts out, "What should we do with this kid? Should we give him to Diane?" Ahhh, comic relief for the troubled soul! Tymon and I just laughed and laughed. I love that Graeden is learning from Diane what it's like to be a friend. Of course, he may not be viewing it like that. He sees that Diane comes over to help with the kids.
Some of Elliott's adventures of the last few weeks are disturbing. Some I will laugh at later like this. Some make me cringe. Some make me angry and some fill me with fear and gratitude that we haven't lost another child.
We were outside a couple of weeks ago and I opened the garage door. In my peripheral vision I saw some movement. Elliott was hanging from the bottom of the door with his feet off the ground as it was rising.
The next day, I heard Elliott say that he was bleeding but I couldn't find him. The sound was muted and I couldn't figure out where he was. I checked the basement...nothing. I went outside...the sound was louder. I came in and looked out the windows. Nothing. I decided to take a quick peek upstairs before putting my shoes on and going outside. My eyes darted around the playroom and panic set in when I saw the window open. I quickly crawled out and found Elliott on the roof. He had led Jett out there and they had climbed to the top and gone on the back side of the house. I climbed up to Elliott and got him to safety and then went back for Jett. Jett was terrified. I led him to safety. We had some hugs and put peroxide on Elliott's feet (he had little scrapes from the shingles). I took the opportunity to teach them about heights, danger and appropriate places to play.
The next day, I prepared to take the boys to the bus stop early so that they'd have some time to play outside while we waited. And just when we were about to leave there was a scream and Elliott comes into my bathroom and has blood coming out of his mouth and nose. I think he tripped and hit his head on the floor. We had just enough time to clean up, stop the bleeding and make it to the bus on time. The VERY NEXT DAY, we had a great time doing a messy activity and I put the boys in my tub. I noticed that Elliott had some marker on his belly. He tried to blame it on Graeden, but Graeden wasn't even home. We scrubbed him and then I went to get some paper to blow my nose. I found that Elliott had taken a permanent marker and not only drawn all over his belly, but also on my window molding and wall next to the toilet. I was SO ANGRY! It's been over a year since I discovered eraser sponges. Just like my old mailbox, I set to work scrubbing the window with Goo Gone and then went to the store to get my eraser to take back my bathroom. I still need to paint the wall where I scrubbed off the paint trying to remove the marks, but I'm pretty pleased with my window. You can't tell there was marker on it except where the finish is a little dull. I wonder if Sharpie would be happy to find out that their marker wasn't "permanent" on all surfaces...
The week after this wasn't nearly as eventful. I'm happy to report that Elliott was only naughty a couple of times. He took a pencil to Tymon's computer screen. I don't know if it was a nice picture he drew or not. I took a wet wipe to it pretty quickly and luckily it didn't make an impression on the screen. I don't even know how he comes up with this stuff. I see him one minute and then literally just a few minutes later he's been naughty. The next afternoon, Elliott asked, "Mom, my tummy's hungry and is wanting some cheese." I gave him a slice of cheese and not 3 minutes later I find that he's crumbled it up into little pieces and has pressed it back together in order to make "hot dogs". WHAT?! I asked him to clean it up and find that he starts shining my floor with cheese. Who is this kid?
So the QUOTE OF THE DAY is from Elliott. As we were finishing breakfast this morning, Elliott out of the blue tells me, "I think you forgot to give me to Diane."
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