Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Scamp

After hearing Mei-mei scream and seeing Z’s guilty face, I asked him what happened.  He turned away and changed the subject.  A few minutes later, I heard him talking to his stuffed dog, Blue.  “Blue!  NO hitting Mei-mei in face!  We don’t hit in this family.”

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Monday, July 26, 2010

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Hard day

We had a rough day yesterday, but thankfully, things are much better today.

We spent the entire afternoon in the ER with Z, running him through a battery of tests to try to figure out why he suddenly spiked a ridiculously high fever (it was 108.1 the first time I took it, and even when we stripped him down, gave him cold water to drink, and had him in the air conditioned room for 15 minutes, it was still over 106 degrees). He's been on antibiotics for 10 days to treat his ear/sinus infection, so it seemed even more strange that he would suddenly have such a high fever.

Z was such a brave boy, despite missing his nap and not having anything to eat other than a couple snack-sized bags of Goldfish crackers and Teddy Grahams. In the picture, you can see his cool red and purple armband, which is actually a red sock wrapped with purple tape. That was to keep him from pulling out the IV they inserted in his arm (poor boy!). He also had a chest x-ray and was checked over from head-to-toe by multiple doctors.  On the bright side, he got a bunch of truck stickers and a new penguin friend he named “Waddle Waddle”.

His preliminary blood work showed nothing more than an elevated white blood cell count, which they expected due to the fever. His chest is clear, so we know it's not pneumonia. He's in good spirits and isn't vomiting or having trouble with balance or moving his neck, so we know it's not meningitis. Since he's already on antibiotics, we're relatively certain it's a viral infection. But that's about all we know. The doctor will be watching his blood culture over the next couple of days to see if they can find anything else, but in the meantime, we're just supposed to give him Tylenol to keep his fever down and keep an eye on him. His pediatrician will be following up with us today and tomorrow to check on him.  Today he woke up singing, ate almost all of his breakfast, and has been running around and playing all morning. His fever is mostly gone (he's just below the 100.4 degree threshold for an "official" fever) and he seems to be feeling fine. I hope he continues to feel fine and his fever is gone for good, although I am worried about whatever caused him to have such a high fever.

In other news, he apparently finished reading his copy of "How To Sabotage Your Sibling's Big Day" and pulled the ultimate trump card. Because of his fever, we don't want to risk infecting other children with whatever he has. So, we've canceled Mei-mei's birthday party today. Luckily, she's too young to care. But if Z is already starting to sabotage her events now, at the ripe old age of 2.5 years, I'm really curious about what he'll do on her wedding day!

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Friday, July 23, 2010

New haircut

I finally got my hair cut, and I have bangs for the first time in 15 years.  I look more and more like my mom every day, which, much to the surprise of my 15-year-old self, makes me very happy. 

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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Glam rock baby

...plus Cowboy Warhol.

No pictures of Z because he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the crazy wigs (although when I put on the blonde one, he immediately said, "Final Countdown!"). Mei-mei didn't mind the wigs as much and she even practiced a bit of posing and head banging. Cowboy? Well, the poor dog doesn't really get a choice. He knew that one of the wigs was going to eventually find its way onto his head, so he just sighed and waited.

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Sunday, July 18, 2010

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Embrace Life

I really like this video. What a beautiful and powerful way to share an important reminder.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

I'm just going to think of this as a practice run

My attempt to take the kids to play in the water this morning was an epic fail, on so many different levels.

Turns out it's exponentially harder to get two children ready for a wading pool than one.  Even so, I had lunches, towels, a change of clothes for each, extra diapers (swim and regular), water bottles, sun tent, sunscreen, sun hats and a carrier packed and ready to go by 10am.  All I had left to do was to give Z his snack, nurse Miss S when she got up from her nap, change both children into their swim diapers and swim suits, slather sunscreen on every bit of exposed skin, and load everything into the car.  (Note:  The operative phrase in the previous sentence is "when she got up from her nap".)

At 10:30am, Miss S finally decided to wake up.  I changed, nursed and sunscreened as fast as I could and was able to get them buckled in their car seats and on the road by 11:15am.  I tried to call Holly, who I was supposed to meet at Matthew's Beach (at 10am), but of course I forgot my phone.

Since it was so late, I decided to change plans and take the kids to the wading pool at Wallingford instead.  I'd already double-checked to make sure that it was open (thanks to budget cuts, half of the city's wading pools are closed and the rest are only open a few days a week).  We got to Wallingford at 11:30am, unloaded the car, and made our way to the playground.  As we entered, I noticed with considerable alarm that the wading pool was empty.  As in, without water.  Dry.  Turns out, they don't fill the wading pools until noon -- which is not at all useful to a mother of two young children who nap at 1.

I immediately turned the parade around and headed back to the car, desperately trying to think of another nearby place that would have water to play in.  Time was of the essence due to lunch and nap times.  We loaded up again and headed to the Ballard Commons, which has a water play area filled with fountains.

We got there at 11:45am, unloaded the car, and set up camp near the fountains.  Z was a little wary of the fountains and wanted to watch before getting in, so I carried Miss S and stood with him on the side.  Suddenly, all three of us were doused with a bucketful of water, thrown by an older kid who was very close to being strangled by this protective mama bear.  The only thing that saved the older kid was the fact that both of my kids were terrified and screaming at the top of their lungs, so I needed to attend to them.

Completely distraught, Z no longer wanted to be anywhere near the water fountains.  We prepared to have our picnic lunch on the grass instead.  As I carried Miss S to the grass, I realized that she had pooped in her swim diaper.  Anyone with swim diaper experience knows what that means:  if just one drop of pee touches the inside of that diaper, it will immediately burst.  So of course, Miss S peed.

I gave Z his lunch, changed Miss S into a regular diaper and her spare outfit, and used diaper wipes to try to clean as much of the explosion off of my clothes as I could.  I was not very successful.

Both kids finished their lunches, I packed everything back up in the car, and we headed home for naps.  The only water that either child touched during the entire excursion was from the bucket that the brat threw on us.  Next time, I'm just turning on the sprinkler in our front yard.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Not napping

Heard via the monitor, while Z was decidedly NOT napping:
"How you go sleep?
First, lie down.
Now you lying down.
Close eyes.
Eyes closed!
Are you sleeping?
Nooooooo...
Is Blue sleeping?
Nooooooo...
Hello red pillow! You lying down on red pillow.
Go sleep now.
Hello Blue!"
 
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