Jonah's terminology

Kids say the darndest things....

Jonah went through a week long feeding clinic last winter at Childrens. He needed to learn to eat enough calories per meal without gagging, etc. Randy and I were trained to sit with him and keep him going for 30-45 minutes. We say things like "take a bite" and "good chewing". Jonah has taken to calling the person "feeding" him, the EATER CALLER. Get it? He cracks me up! When it is time for a meal, for him, sometimes we will tell one of our older kids to keep him eating. Then I will hear him yell, "Seth, You're not the eater caller!"

Yesterday, Jonah created a new term. THE FIXER.... here's what happened:
Jonah has a feeding tube port, called a Mickey button. We haven't used it in 8 months, but the doc does not want to take it out until he proves he can gain weight on table food and he gets through the winter illness free. SO he has this button sticking out. We were told it happens at least once for a child to lose their buttons. It has been almost 2 years and we had been fortunate until yesterday.
I got a call from Randy telling me Jonah, who was at our trusted sitter, had lost his button. Randy was at work, as was I, but we both raced to Jana's at the same time. See we were told that after about an hour the hole could seal itself shut and would require surgery to replace. Randy had been trained to put in a new button but had never had to do so, until this day.
When we hurried into Jana's, Jonah was sitting there with a big old band-aid, and he said, "My belly button broke!" We scooped him up and raced for home. Randy got the new kit and called our GI doc from Childrens. She began giving him instructions, step by step. I held Jonah down. You just imagine how he liked that!
Randy was having lots of trouble. It could have been his shaking hands, or just the fact that the hole had already started sealing. He could only get the new port in about 1/4 inch and then it would stop. The doc on the phone kept telling him he had to "dialte" the hole by twisting the tube back and forth.
After 4 tries with no luck, I let go of Jonah and called our pediatrician's office. The doc had already told us we were too far from Childrens to get there before the hole sealed. I was talking to a nurse at Dr. Maur's office, who was telling me that there was nothing they could do and we should go to the er (for $100!). Just I was hanging up the phone, Randy got it to pop in! Hurray! Once Jonah calmed down and quit crying, he looked at Randy and said, "Daddy you are THE FIXER!"