Sicko

Harrison's been sick with a fever, ear infection, and respiratory illness. I brought him into our Hot Pediatrician last week and she immediately rushed into the room when we got there because he was wheezing like he had swallowed a miniature bellows.

"How long has he been like this?"

"Uh. Two and a half days or so?"

Disapproving look.

"You're going to be here a while." Which we were, as Harrison was given three 15-minute treatments of nebulized Albuterol, an oral steroid to open up his lungs, and some Tylenol to get his fever down.

"If he ever sounds like this again, you have my permission to come straight here without an appointment."

Sometimes I feel like such an incompetent novice at parenting.

Anyway, after seven days of three different drugs, one allergic reaction, and five days of no eating and being Mr. Clingy, Hot Pediatrician officially gave him a clean bill of health yesterday.

I guess that explains how he was able to eat five waffles at daycare. Five.

I said, "Were they the small kid-sized waffles?" and held up my fingers in a 2"x2" square. "No. The adult-sized waffles."

Five!

I'm glad things are back to normal, but after a similar gorge-fest at dinner last night, I fear that kid's going to eat us out of house and home. He must be making up for being too sick to eat much on Turkey Day.

Image: Cuckoo

Doug should know better than to make a silly face at the camera.

What's a loving spouse to do besides post it on the Internet for public viewing?

Image: Ear Infection, Lung Inflammation, Fever, JoJo, Blankie, and Skullcap

Satanic Toy Gets Revenge

Oh my god. This particular Satanic toy apparently is not only Satanic, but also sentient, internet savy enough to read my previous blog, and evil enough plot its revenge, because last night it woke up at 2:20 AM and pulled some kind of Maximum Overdrive shit and woke everyone up with its Boohbah farting noises and dancing. Then it did it again two minutes later, and Doug ran out into the dark dining room to go to Harrison's bedroom and kill it and stepped in a pile of cat puke and then Harrison screamed and screamed for the next forty minutes.

I'm tired and scared. Who knows what it's going to do tonight?

Weekend Bliss

I went away this weekend with my good friends Ashley and Suzanne. We stayed in this lovely little house in Letchworth State Park--home of the "Grand Canyon of the East"! It was a great weekend. The weather was perfect--in the 60's and blue and sunny, as you can see.

We hiked and drank warm cider with rum, ate yummy food, sat by the fire, and talked. And talked and talked and talked. And didn't have to work. And didn't have to do housework. And didn't have to mother. And didn't have to do anything that we didn't want to do for about 25 hours.

It was a much needed break and present to ourselves and "thank you" to each other for love, friendship, and support and advice in motherhood.

Thank you again, ladies--it was wonderful!

And thank you Doug for solely parenting The Beast!

Update: Ashley just wrote to inform me that she was "deeply saddened" that I made no note of the fact that Letchworth was absolutely "gorges." Well, Letchworth was just GORGES. Happy now, Ash? (I just knew that you secretly loved that I kept making that joke over and over. And over.)