July 7th, 2007
I have an urge to post and nothing to post about. Well, actually, I have stuff to post about, but I like to actually save that stuff for days that I really have nothing to post about. Does that make sense?
Carter and I spent the day home yesterday. After getting up and getting ready for work, I walked into his room to find him coated in dried and coagulated puke. The room wreaked of old milk, yet I still couldn’t figure out where the hell it was coming from. Until I walked up to the crib and saw his hair standing on end. THEN it all came together. Sick, sick, sickity, sick.
He was pretty out of it all day - probably didn’t help that I fed him anti-nausea medication so I wouldn’t have to deal with barf. I. hate. barf. (See how my needs are still the most important? Such a good parent. I manage to think about myself even with a sick child.)
After the medication knocked him out and he napped for about 3 hours (Hallelujah!) he woke with a high fever (about 103F) and rosy cheeks… kinda like I slapped him he was slapped.
My initial reaction being Fifth Disease I called my doctor (who was on vacation - go figure.) and Telehealth who is really no help except to freak you the hell out by telling you to go to the emergency room, or “Remember, don’t shake the baby!”. Being that there really is nothing you can do but wait it out, we stayed home. I didn’t bother with the emergency room, only to sit there for five hours and be told what I already know.
So we cuddled and watched a life time worth of Dora. No matter how sick, that bitch can always make my baby feel better.
Today? Up and running, talking, back talking. Back. to. Normal. NO spots, no nothing. You’d never even know that he was feel like crap yesterday. Resilient little buggers kids are.
Cuddles were nice while they lasted, I guess.
You know you need to laundry when….
pink and red strip pajama pants are the last thing you have to wear. The hotness is really almost unbearable.
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There are a BUNCH of you out there search for posts about farting in front of your husband. I can’t believe the number of hits resulting from this post. Either you’re as disgusting as me and fart in front of your husband all. the. time. - even challenging him outdo you (that’s hot!) … or you want to fart in front of him but need to muster up the courage. Come on admit it, you wanna squeak on out and you’re looking for a little encouragement.
I say DO IT! You’ll feel so liberated. I promise!
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My kid’s all of a sudden really big on this BreastfeeLing thing. Must be male. (yes, I actually took the time to photograph it. Sad. I know.)
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I’m lovin’ your blog, Sam! I feel exactly the same way about Telehealth. My husband is a much more nervous parent than me, so I would resort to Telehealth when he was telling me the kids’ sickness was worse than it actually was. Anyway, you know how they always ask at the end “what would you have done if you hadn’t called us today?” I answered, “I would have kept telling my husband to shut-up and there would have been a huge fight.” Silence.
July 7th, 2007 at 8:22 pm
Those pjs are hot! hahah I almost bought the same ones at Old navy the other day for like 2 bucks LOL ON sale hahahaha.
Glad Carter is feeling better.
July 7th, 2007 at 8:40 pm
Ummm those PJ’s are hotter than anything I have. Seriously. I am glad the little one is feeling better. You know, I breastfed Little Man for a very long time, and even now at almost four, when he needs comfort he sometimes does that exact same thing as you are showing above. I’m like “umm hello?”
July 7th, 2007 at 11:20 pm
LMAO LOVE that last photo!
I remember Michael being about 2 years old, and my sister staying the night with me. I had a huge King sized bed so we all slept in it. She slept braless of course (big tits that she had at the time) and in one of those sweatshirts with the neck cut out and cut with scissors at the belly–Flash Dance style.
We woke up to Michael having her shirt lifted up in one hand and pushing her big old boobies with his other as if he had just made the biggest find of his time LOL JELLO–wiggle, jiggle! We busted a gut laughing as our wake up call–startled poor Michael who was having so much fun!
July 8th, 2007 at 12:22 am
I fart in front of my husband, then he rates them on a scale that goes from “just hot air” to “atomic bomb.” We’re classy like that.
July 8th, 2007 at 10:37 am
That last photo is hilarious!
Amazing how Dora can cure all. Steve, Joe, Blue, and the whole cast of Hi-5 also seem to work wonders with my son.
July 8th, 2007 at 3:55 pm