Kiddo is a Sicko – Part II. Monday, October 27, 2008

Olive has been battling her first cold.  This on the heels of me and Ian having whatever it was we had (stupid, crummy virus).  She’s been a trooper about it, though.  A sweet, snotty trooper.  Did I mention snot?  Lots of it.  Lots and lots and heaps and buckets and lots of it.  Seriously, I have no idea how such a tiny nose can produce that amount of mucous.  To quote a great line from a great movie, “Inconceivable!”.

The good news is… it’s almost run its course.  When I went to get her this morning, you could actually see her nose and not just a dried mass of goo.  Encouraging and far less icky.  It is important to note that Olivia absolutely hates having her face wiped.  You can see how this has been a problem for her in the last few days.  Poor thing.

Wait for it… Wait for it… Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Ian is a sicko.

He never made it back to Nashville. He was, as you may recall, going to go back on Monday. When we talked that morning, he said, “I ache a little. Could be nothing.” At lunchtime, “Still aching. A little worse.” By dinner, “I ache. I sweat. And I have a fever.” His got as high as 102.6. There was one relatively restless night on his part and he was feeling better this morning. Minus (I might add) the raging sore throat that loved me so much I felt like I was having an affair with it.

But the fever came back. I could almost hear his inner monologue of “Curses, foiled again.” So he is at his parents and I am at my parents and…

I HAVE MY BABY BACK!

Not that I missed her. Not that I sent pathetic, whiny text messages to my beleaguered husband at 1 in the morning bemoaning her absence. Not that I cried because he was asleep and she was asleep and I was alone. Not me. Nope. I’m dignified, I am.

In other news, Amy and Garrett were gracious enough to take me in when I kicked myself out Matt and Richell’s house. (Sorry Richell, but there was no way I was risking your catching whatever crap that was). They were lovely and gracious. I had a home-cooked meal that I didn’t prepare and I watched a movie on the couch in wonderful company.

Then, to repay them for their kindness, I bestowed upon them my legendary bad luck with all things waterpipe and bathroom related. I took a shower. Glorious, steamy, and just the most delicious thing I have done for myself in about a week. It was good. It was doomed.

About halfway through, the local water company decided to do some routine maintenance in the neighborhood. They blew sewage up through their toilets and all over the floors. Then one of their cats drank and played in it. Then it ran around the house as I tried to catch it. Not just on the floors running around. No. On the kitchen counters. On the dining room table. And then it hid from me, the little bugger.

I did help clean up…

Susan is a Sicko… Monday, October 20, 2008

We are in Chattanooga.  Geographically speaking, my family is in the same town.  However, I am with Amy and Garrett, Olive is going back and forth between her grandparents, and Ian is leaving for Nashville tonight.  What has us so scattered?  A teeny, weeny, virus.

We think.  Or the doctors believe it must be a virus.  All the tests for the normal stuff like strep came back negative and it’s really too early to have the flu (besides not having the right symptoms).  It must be something because you can’t have symptoms without a cause.

The symptoms?  Right, right.  Some aches late Friday afternoon that seemed to dissapear after a good long nap.  They came back with a light fever (99.3) on Saturday at around 5 PM.  By 9 PM, the fever was edging up to 103.  By about 10, it was 103.9 and I was racking with shivers and bone deep pain.  We went to the ER.  I was poked.  I was prodded.  I peed in a cup.  Fabulous.

There was nothing to be done beyond Tylenol and sleep.  And that’s what I have been doing.  Tylenol.  Sleep.  I miss my husband.  I miss my baby.  Thank God for family.

Kiddo is a sicko. Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Teething = fever.  That’s just how she rolls.  She doesn’t have any other symptoms (knock on wood), but she is hanging around in the 100 – 101 degree range.  Tylenol works so much better than Ibuprofen at bringing it down.  She is also drooling so much she puddles.  Funny and, yet, ick.

Succinct little post, no?

My daughter HAD a mullet. Monday, October 6, 2008

Had, people.  I cut it off.  I just couldn’t take it anymore.  Most of her hair grazes the nape of her neck, but in the back it went well below the shoulders.  No, no, no.  So while I was giving her a bath today, I did a few quick snips with some barber sheers.  And let me tell you, it looks so much better I’m kicking myself for not doing it sooner.  I’ll try to take some pictures after she wakes from her (sorely needed) nap.

Speaking of pictures, my amazingly talented, spectacularly beautiful friend Lesha just wrapped up Olive’s 9 month shots.  Here is the link:

http://www.lpimagery.com/gallery/6127083_nQfTS#385399491_Rt5eR

Da-da… the little traitor. Sunday, October 5, 2008

Her first offical word – Da da.  There have been many times when she has said words (like Ma ma, for instance), but you couldn’t say they were connected to a physical object.  No longer the case.  She loves “Da da.”  Now, she has said “Ma ma” and it is starting to be directly linked to me… but I am second fiddle.

Not that I’m bitter.  Not me.  No siree.

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