This little blog of mine has been strangely quiet, I feel, over the last few days. Based on the burning of my eyes and the extreme levels of exhaustion that I've sunk into bed feeling lately, I'm still quick to say the posts haven't been put off due to strangely busy days. We had some Tropical Storm action this week which resulted in day after day of miserable weather -- floods, black skies, thunder crashing so loudly you fly out of bed in a panic. It's not that this bad weather is anything other than inconvenient (should I mention Ethan's outdoor swim lessons are supposed to start on Monday?), it's just that it's affected Ethan's breathing so terribly. So terribly. Since it all began, he's been a miserable, cranky, rattling mess. Running from one end of our small house to the other, he builds up this rattle in his chest and this horrible, barking cough that I swear I hear in my nightmares. It's been back to the grindstone of breathing treatments every four hours, corticosteroids for his lungs and trying to convince a nearly two-year-old little boy that he wants to sit and relax and catch his breath. The rain hasn't helped. The meandering walks in his stroller to feed the ducks have been put off by storms and instead we've been going a little stir-crazy (this morning he tried to ride his plastic scooter bike off of our bed) and a little worried about his asthma. Last night was the first night in well over a year we had to carry him out of bed to do a middle-of-the-night breathing treatment and it was just as horribly sad as I remember it being when he was a little baby. I'm not a fan of this asthma business.
Still, we've mainly kept busy with tot school and various art projects including one particularly gloomy day when I taped up huge pieces of bubblewrap to the walls of our tot school classroom, filled an egg carton with paint and let him go nuts. Stephanie at Two-Daloo is always quick to mention that not all art projects need to be hung for display and I've been trying to work on that (I'm a little bit of an Ethan's Artwork hoarder) and working on bigger canvases.
As Ethan creeps closer to two, I've found it interesting how his art becomes more intricate as well. He's more concerned with covering specific areas fully with paint, making sure the nooks and crannies have been tended to, and he's very descriptive about what he's drawing or doing. "Bubble wrap paint" is the latest phrase to grace his vocabulary, and he found it especially cool when he'd use one of the pointed tips of the paintbrushes to pop the bubbles.