Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Sam has a Boo Boo...
...and wants everyone to know. He fell over a toy and wound up with a cracked lip. It's tough to be little.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Getting back in the swing of things
Here I sit, broken hearted...
No.
There once was a man from Nantucket...
Definitely not.
It was a dark and stormy night...
Too Snoopy.
Getting back into the swing of writing is a little difficult given the long hiatus I've been on for the past several months. Having four little souls fully mobile and expecting to be properly mothered each day is quite a tall order. More so than I would have thought.
Our latest fun foray was to the club pool for Memorial Day. While there we enjoyed a splash in the kiddie pool, a quick spin down the water slide, a hot dog or too from the buffet...oh yes and acquired a lovely little bug known in the medical biz as Hand, Foot and Mouth Virus. I know what you're thinking...Isn't that something reserved exclusively for the bovine/equine population? Sorry that's Hoof and Mouth Disease. What we got is strictly for those of us of the two legged variety, and it was more fun than a barrel of monkeys -- with Ebola.
What started as a wretched sore throat progressed to fevers, body aches and at least one febrile seizure (from the usual suspect...it was brief and he's fine, thanks) then finished with the hands and feet of the patient(s) erupting in painful blisters that lasted for at least 3-5 days. What could remedy this horrible plague? Not one !@#$% thing. All we could do was take lots and lots of ibuprofen and tylenol until it was over.
Honestly, if I'd been warned of this in advance, I might have skipped town and headed for sunny Mexico. As it is, we survived it with minimal battle scars. I look like I'm a recovering leper, as the dark red blisters on my hands have faded to brown andbegun to peel almost three weeks after the fact. I'm also left with a lingering sense of guilt over not making Will more comfortable during the early stages, as he was the first soldier to fall and I had no clue what was going on for the first few days.
Of all the difficult things I've faced as a parent, the realization that I am the authority figure here is probably the toughest. Thankfully, I'm the only one privy to the fact every decision I make is simply my best guess at the time. Add to it that my littlest guinea pigs have a combined vocabulary of No, Cookie and Duuude and that means pretty much anything I do to or for them is a process of trial and error.
How come none of this comes up BEFORE you have kids?
No.
There once was a man from Nantucket...
Definitely not.
It was a dark and stormy night...
Too Snoopy.
Getting back into the swing of writing is a little difficult given the long hiatus I've been on for the past several months. Having four little souls fully mobile and expecting to be properly mothered each day is quite a tall order. More so than I would have thought.
Our latest fun foray was to the club pool for Memorial Day. While there we enjoyed a splash in the kiddie pool, a quick spin down the water slide, a hot dog or too from the buffet...oh yes and acquired a lovely little bug known in the medical biz as Hand, Foot and Mouth Virus. I know what you're thinking...Isn't that something reserved exclusively for the bovine/equine population? Sorry that's Hoof and Mouth Disease. What we got is strictly for those of us of the two legged variety, and it was more fun than a barrel of monkeys -- with Ebola.
What started as a wretched sore throat progressed to fevers, body aches and at least one febrile seizure (from the usual suspect...it was brief and he's fine, thanks) then finished with the hands and feet of the patient(s) erupting in painful blisters that lasted for at least 3-5 days. What could remedy this horrible plague? Not one !@#$% thing. All we could do was take lots and lots of ibuprofen and tylenol until it was over.
Honestly, if I'd been warned of this in advance, I might have skipped town and headed for sunny Mexico. As it is, we survived it with minimal battle scars. I look like I'm a recovering leper, as the dark red blisters on my hands have faded to brown andbegun to peel almost three weeks after the fact. I'm also left with a lingering sense of guilt over not making Will more comfortable during the early stages, as he was the first soldier to fall and I had no clue what was going on for the first few days.
Of all the difficult things I've faced as a parent, the realization that I am the authority figure here is probably the toughest. Thankfully, I'm the only one privy to the fact every decision I make is simply my best guess at the time. Add to it that my littlest guinea pigs have a combined vocabulary of No, Cookie and Duuude and that means pretty much anything I do to or for them is a process of trial and error.
How come none of this comes up BEFORE you have kids?
House Rules
No...
Fighting
Hitting
Scratching
Biting
Slapping
Punching
Pushing
Poking
Pinching
Pants-ing
...your brothers.
Thank you.
Signed, Management
Fighting
Hitting
Scratching
Biting
Slapping
Punching
Pushing
Poking
Pinching
Pants-ing
...your brothers.
Thank you.
Signed, Management
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