Today Lars is 3 1/2.
Yee haw. I put a little age counter at the bottom of this web page so I can always know just how old he is without taxing my tired brain.
Weighed in at 39.4 pounds yesterday & he's almost 3 1/2 feet, too. Big guy. The days of being able to hold him in one arm & cruise around the kitchen preparing food or meds are over & he now has to spend more time in his swing, hammock, chair, and on the floor.
Lars "celebrated" his 3 1/2 birthday by basically staying up all night. After his bath & dinner yesterday, just before bed, he threw up 3 times in a row. Absolutely everything came up & out. So back into the bath, adaptive stroller cushions & covers into the wash, etc.. Didn't know if he had a stomach bug or what, so ran his nighttime feed very slowly. He just couldn't sleep. I was way down on sleep for the week, because of my schedule & stuff I have to do right now, so the night was very crazy-making for me. I think also because he's been sleeping soooo much better than he used to, we have become accustomed to being able to sleep a good part of the night even if we're on Lars duty. Why does the occasional bad night then become even harder to manage? It's not normal any more, I guess. Which is good, until it's bad.
Wednesday I drove directly from work in Worcester to UMass Boston for my night class & the professor didn't show up. There were 10 or 15 of us there waiting. Eventually we wrote a note with our email addresses & stuck it under someone's door. The next day we get an email saying the course had been cancelled & we should be sure to check our UMB email for announcements like that. I didn't even know I had a UMB email address & in spite of 90 minutes of trying after that, I was unable to access it. But I found an equivalent course offered at Lesley on Tuesday evenings, which I can hopefully shoehorn into my schedule & use a voucher for. It could be way better.
Yesterday Joa & I decided that we should spend the afternoon swimming while Andey slept in preparation for working. I said let's wait for Lars to come back on the school bus & go to Hopkinton State Park & swim in the lake. Joa insisted we instead go to the warm pool @ Fernald. Okay, so I raced back from a meeting in Worcester, picked up Joa & Gannon, drove to Perkins & picked Lars up & all of us drove to Fernald to go swimming. Sign on the door: "pool closed sorry." Arguh. But we drove to Hopkinton State & spent the afternoon in the cool cool lake instead. Which we all agreed was way better.
Changing Lars & sprinkled animal food around him so the baby goats came over to munch it up & in the process made Lars laugh hysterically walking across his belly to get at the food on the other side. 
Sleeping through school field trip reminds me of the amazing Three Little Pigs show Lars was in at the end of summer school (July 27).
It was fantastic. We all went to see it. Yes, Lars slept through it (looking like the most adorable little piggy you've ever seen in your life), but the play for him wasn't about the performance, it was about every single time he & his friends & teachers got together and practiced, about doing something together with them, about knowing he had a part.
I had been noticing him making a bbbbbbb sound by blowing air between his lips more than usual, and when I joined him he would giggle. And wouldn't you know it, that was the huff-&-puff-&-bbblllloooowwww-your-house-down sound. They had a fan that they wheeled around when it was time to blow, they all knocked on, or felt, the tactile doors that the staff had made, recorded sounds on step-by-steps- it was absolutely fantastic. Every student had a part that fit him/her just right. 
Lars was the little piggy who made his house out of brick, so I guess he could afford to nap, safe & snug inside. 
