Sicky Goo-Goo

It all started innocently enough.  Evan found a new friend to lavish attention on.  His name was Sicky, and he was a Duplo piece that was meant to be the cabin of a train with windows and a yellow hinged roof to allow a child to put a person inside.  Sicky had a long “marshmallow” hat that kept slipping off as Duplos do when a child uses the hinge.  Evan played merrily with Sicky until Sicky started to cry.  Not cry, whine!  An irritating whine that travels through the ear into the back of the brain that makes you want to stick an ice pick into your temple.  If it had been my child who whined, I would have demanded words.  Failing that strategy, I would have put on my iPod ear phones and drowned out the child.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Mommy, Sicky is crying!

 

Me: Oh, no!  Poor Sicky!  Why don’t you give Sicky a kiss?

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: That didn’t help!

 

Me: Maybe Sicky needs a nap.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Mommy, Sicky is crying!  He’s sad!

 

Me: Sicky, what do you want?  Use your big boy words.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: He hit his head!  He needs a Mommy kiss!

 

Me: (kiss) There.  All better.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Sicky is crying!  He’s sad!

 

Me: What does Sicky want?

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: He lost his hat!  Can you get it for him?

 

Me: (I bent down to pick up the Duplo piece and hand it to Evan.)  Here you go, babe.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Thank you, Mommy!  (Evan clicks the Duplo back on Sicky’s head.)

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Sicky’s hungry.  He needs almonds.

 

Great.  We’re out of almonds. If we had almonds, Mommy would be snacking on them right now.

 

Me: Why don’t you look in your kitchen for some almonds?

 

Heck, it worked when we needed plankton for the star.

 

Evan: Ok.  Come on, Sicky.

 

Evan left me in blissful silence.  When I heard him return to the room it was preempted by the sound of Sicky.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Me: What’s wrong with Sicky?

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: It’s Sicky Goo-Goo.

 

Me: Ok.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Sicky Goo-Goo is sad because there are no almonds!

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Me: Did you look in your kitchen?

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Yes!  But there were no almonds!  I looked in the big closet (He must mean the pantry.),  and there were no almonds there either!

 

Me: Well, we’re out of almonds.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Sicky Goo-Goo would like some pecans.  That sounds good to him.

 

Me: We’re out of pecans too.  Mommy didn’t buy any nuts last time we were at Costco; we’ll have to wait until we go again.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: But Sicky Goo-Goo is hungry now!  He needs nuts!

 

Me: What else would he like?  How about some crackers or cheese or Gold Fish?

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Gold fish is what Sicky Goo-Goo wants!

 

Off goes Evan to get Sicky Goo-Goo Gold Fish.  But it wasn’t long until Sicky Goo-Goo needed something else.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Sicky Goo-Goo is crying, Mommy! He’s sad!

 

Me: What does Sicky Goo-Goo want now?

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: I don’t know!

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Me: Maybe you should ask him.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Oh no!  He lost his hat!  Mommy, can you put it back on!

 

I put back on the long Lego onto the top of the cabin.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Not like that, Mommy!  That’s the wrong way!

 

Me: (sigh) Ok.  Ok.  Here.  Fixed.

 

Evan: Thank you, Mommy!

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: Mommy, Sicky Goo-Goo is crying!  He’s-

 

Me: What does he want now?

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: He needs a kiss!

 

Me: Fine.  (kiss)

 

Evan starts to hit Sicky Goo-Goo with another Lego.  He toss them in the air; while, Sicky whines.  (Before some one runs off to call the authorities about this child play, I assure you that no matter how annoying my boys get I do not hit them with Duplos.  Because they’re too small.)

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Me: (interceding and grabbing Sicky) Evan, we don’t hit our . . . toys.  We don’t hit Sicky Goo-Goo.

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Evan: I’m sorry, Sicky Goo-Goo!  Mommy, give him back to me!

 

Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

Me: No. I think Sicky needs to go to bed.  He’s very whiny.

 

I’ve snapped.  I run into Evan’s room and place Sicky Goo-Goo into the doll bed.  I hush him and kiss him.  Evan runs in behind me, witnessing the bed routine. 

 

Evan: No, Mommy!  Sicky Goo-Goo isn’t tired.

 

Me: Sicky Goo-Goo is whiney, so he MUST be tired.

 

Evan: No, Mommy!  He’s not whiney!  He’s not even crying!  He’s happy!

 

Me: That’s great!  Then he can stay up, but if he becomes whiney again, he’ll have to go to bed.

 

Evan: Ok, Mommy!  Sicky Goo-Goo won’t be whiney.

 

Well, that’s the end of that chapter.  I walked away pleased with myself.  I picked Sean up as he asked for me to read him a book.  We settled down in a chair to read about dinosaurs, rhyming the words and pointing out different items in the pictures.  I whispered words, words, words.

 

 Sicky: Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!

 

That toy is going to find itself in a trash bin very, very soon.

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6 Responses to “Sicky Goo-Goo”

  1. C Says:

    hahahahaha…sounds like the bike horn DH bought the girls…it is now MIA!

  2. KathyB! Says:

    You are a GREAT mom. You know why??? You are PATIENT. You can be smart, funny, kind, loving, whatever. Patience (well, probably in conjuction with all the aforementioned. But still!) is what elevates you. Nice job Faemom! I’d give you a bloggy award for great mommy-ing… but I don’t have one!

  3. Steph Says:

    Great story! You wrote it so well that READING it made me tense. 🙂

    And you lasted a LOT longer than I would have.

    I liked your solution too.

    And this made me laugh the hardest:
    (Before some one runs off to call the authorities about this child play, I assure you that no matter how annoying my boys get I do not hit them with Duplos. Because they’re too small.)

    *snort*

  4. faemom Says:

    C~ We have a bike horn too. The boys have not figured out how to work it.
    KathyB!~ Thank you. I’ve learned I’m more patient than I thought I was, but I still feel like I’m not patient enough.
    Steph~ Thank you. I was trying to spread the misery; I would have made Evan do a play by play for his dad, but “daddy” came home after the boys were asleep. He’s a lucky man.

  5. ck Says:

    Wow. Such lovely patience. I could use some of that right about now…

  6. faemom Says:

    I’ll send you some. Try chocolate until it gets there.


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