brady is OBSESSED with sweets and treats and anything with sugar in it. it doesn't matter if it's candy or cake or soda or juice or sugared yogurt or even just plain applesauce... he loves everything sweet. i realize that most kids like sweets, but his is a real obsession. abigail wakes up and asks for breakfast. brady wakes up and asks for a treat. even if i tell him that we're not going to have a treat right then, he's all, "well then can i have oatmeal with sugar and chocolate chips and marshmallows?!" no. not that either, bud.
so lately, he and abigail have been terrible about sneaking stuff together. their thing right now is to grab treats from our kitchen counter (because after the holidays, we have so many and not enough place to put them) and then hiding behind the dining room curtains and eating them. they're not very good at getting rid of the evidence and i'm always reprimanding them and trying to explain it to them, but it's not getting through to them. well, abigail a little bit, but brady, not at all.
so yesterday while abigail was at school and elizabeth was napping, i was being pretty productive until i just hit a wall and felt like crap. headache and nausea back in full force, so i went to my bed for some rest and quiet. i thought brady was playing nicely (of course he wasn't), but when i came to the kitchen next, i noticed that two starbursts and two full side airheads were missing. and a couple other things. and this was after i noticed he'd already had some of my european wafer treats from my dad and some of my walnut and fig dark chocolate (also from my dad from europe) that morning without asking. i still don't know how he got those without me knowing because i keep them on the higher windowsill right by my bed. ugh. anyway. it was A LOT of sugar for a less than 30lb boy that just turned four. i didn't lose my patience but i told him he was going to be sick and either that he would probably throw up or that i hoped he'd throw up (likely both). i didn't give him a single bit of sugar for the rest of the day and was honestly a little surprised that he didn't even have a belly ache.
fast forward to 11:30 or so.
oh wait, back up to 10pm... he was still awake. hadn't had a nap, but was totally high on sugar. ugh.
k, now back at 11:30, he comes in to my room and starts gagging and then i help him to the bathroom to throw up in the sink. now let's repeat slight variations of this every hour or so through 9 am this morning. and in between, i was trying to get him to sleep upstairs in his bed but he kept coming down to me and wanting to get in my hot bed (honey and i decided our next step for him sleeping through the night is to get him his own electric blanket) and honestly i'm just so proud of myself for keeping my cool with him even though it was the most annoying thing ever. i would have likely had more sympathy if it wasn't self induced sugar poisoning from straight up sneaky disobedience. but, i'm definitely glad it's not anything gross or contagious since most of this just was basically phlegm style spit up. also, i'm glad that he actually threw up. this happened to abigail around this age i think when we went to one of the king's easter parties and chris and i just bounced abigail between us. we'd each thought that the other person was giving her meal food and didn't realize how much candy she was getting in there (especially for a kid that didn't really eat candy) and then next morning she majorly puked alllll over her bed (bright red... think of that red40 dye that's in all the kid candy). we told her it was because she ate so much candy and not enough grow food and we've reminded her of it ever since so it's still fresh in her mind. it's been immensely useful. definitely worth the annoyance of washing her bedding and giving her a bath on easter morning.
so, now we have a great learning experience to remind brady of as well. ; )
also, i should mention that last night at 10, we sent brady up to bed and heard him come back two minutes later. i said something to chris who was all "i bet he's just going to the kitchen to get a sippy." and i said "no, something's up... he went the other way at the bottom of the stairs... through the dining room. he's trying not to be seen." next, we hear plastic crinkling, and i get out of bed to find him in the kitchen with an orange sucker in his hand. he threw his head back in despair and cried when i told him he couldn't have it, and i was glad to be still standing by my bedroom doorframe because chris and i couldn't stop laughing and it allowed me a place to hide my face. i'm not looking forward to this kid aging and getting more freedom. it's not gonna be good.
also, i told him he's only allowed to have one treat a day and that's if he earns it by staying in his bed all night. so far today he's doing okay with it. he's also still pretty lethargic from being awake all night spitting up.
there's never a dull moment around here.
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