Cam stories

First, a couple of "Cam Cutes" stories
1) Tim was on travel last week, and one day when he was gone, Cameron woke up waaaay too early. In an effort to get him to sleep for a while longer, I brought him into my bed. He lay down next to me and settled in to sleep, then all of a sudden bolted up. He looked over at Tim's side of the bed and said "Dada?" and made the sign for "where?". I said, "Remember, Dada went on an airplane to his meeting and he will be back in a few days." Cam solemnly nodded his head, said "air-pane" and lay back down and immediately went to sleep.

2) Another morning when Tim was out of town, Cam was in our bed (again... do you sense a trend?) and couldn't get comfortable. He was obviously tired but just couldn't find the comfy spot in the bed. I kept trying to settle him, but nothing was working. Finally, Cam started saying "Tin, tin". I had no idea what he wanted... blanket? book? sippy? Nothing was right. He just kept repeating "Tin, tin, tin". He was obviously trying to enunciate whatever he was saying, but I just couldn't figure it out. Finally, i thought I might have it: "Do you want me to sing?" Cameron said "Ya", lay down and waited for the singing to start. By the time I was done with Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and headed into You Are My Sunshine, he was out like a light. Sweet boy!!

And now, as a special bonus, a "Crazy Cam" story:
1) We have a ride-on fire truck toy that Cameron has recently become enamored with. He rides around on it, parks it (under his little table), pushes it around to various places. He has been loving it lately! This weekend, Mama was feeling a bit under the weather so I was resting on the couch. Dada was doing something in the kitchen, and walked back into the living room to see Cam on his fire truck, headed straight for the stairs down into the foyer. Tim dove to stop it, but Cam was too quick. The little daredevil rode the fire truck down the three steps, toppled over the front of the fire truck and bumped his head on the ground. After tears from Cameron and panic from Mama and Dada (and a full check for concussion symptoms), Cameron was back to running around, jumping and being the usual crazy man he always is.

And finally, as an extra special bonus, a "Cam Gross" story. Read at your own discretion!
1) This past Thursday, Tim had a softball game. I picked Cam up from school and decided that we would go watch some of the game. We were a bit late, so I was moving quickly to try and get to the game. Cam, sitting in his car seat in the back seat, started coughing quite madly. I moved my rearview mirror to get a better look and make sure he was okay. He recovered from the coughing just fine, but a few seconds later he started retching and threw up EVERYWHERE. He completely covered himself, his clothes, the entire carseat. Not a drop on the rest of the car though, but he was just covered. We were almost at the softball fields so I kept going, and since we were late Tim's game was over. We caught him walking to the snack hut and I yelled "Napkins, quick!" - Tim took one look in the backseat and knew why. At this point we went with divide and conquer - Tim stripped and washed Cam, I took care of the car seat, the best we could given we only had napkins. We wrapped Cam up in my coat and took him over to Tim's car to drive home - we didn't want him to have to sit in his vomit-covered carseat in my car. We waited for a while, but Cam was in a great mood and seemed fine, so I put him into Tim's car and away we went. A couple minutes into the drive, guess what happens? No big surprise... Cam throws up again. Not quite so much this time, mainly only on himself and pooling in the buckle of the carseat, but a mess still. We got home, I cleaned him off, brought him upstairs and got him cleaned up and into pajamas. He was so tired and listless, but wanted to be held, so the rest of the evening we spent on the couch with a bowl. He figured out pretty quickly that if he was going to be sick again, he needed to put his head over the bowl and let the "uck uck" go into the bowl. My poor sweetie!! He woke up the next morning feeling like new, and has been fine ever since. The two carseats and cars on the other hand...