With the refrain...
"this is the very worst life, this is the very worst life, woah oh"
Should I be concerned?
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Things That Make You Go Hmm
"The first time I had beer I was two years old." Baby chirps up from the backseat after Kid points out a "Wine & Beer" sign.
"And all it did was make me sleepy." She adds.
Maybe her love of Pabst Blue Ribbon was real.
"And all it did was make me sleepy." She adds.
Maybe her love of Pabst Blue Ribbon was real.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
The Good News Is
Baby wasn't having a heart attack.
The bad news is I only found that out after the doctor had me rush her in.
You know how we like to have one medical crisis, right after another, right after another around here?
Keeps me on my toes.
P.S. You know what can cause a 35 year old woman to have a heart attack? Thinking her 4 year old is having one.
Hey kids could tomorrow just be a TV day? Pretty please?
The bad news is I only found that out after the doctor had me rush her in.
You know how we like to have one medical crisis, right after another, right after another around here?
Keeps me on my toes.
P.S. You know what can cause a 35 year old woman to have a heart attack? Thinking her 4 year old is having one.
Hey kids could tomorrow just be a TV day? Pretty please?
Monday, December 5, 2011
On The Mend
Whatever was going on with our gastrointestinal systems seems to have come to an end.
I wouldn't think traveling through Epcot would be rife with such horrors, but I think we had something like dysentery.
For real.
Neither Kid, nor I, feel 100% up to snuff, but I think that's to be expected when your innards have been ravaged.
We are, as of yesterday, back to eating normal foods.
In response to last weeks health disasters, I'm planning to take the week off of home school and just rest up and try to catch up on all the housework.
I would like to be decorating for Christmas, but I think we're going to have to push that back until next weekend.
Kid's ankle is resting. So far, so good. She hasn't had cause to get too frustrated by her infirmity as of yet, since Mr F has been home all weekend, carrying her where she needed to go, and letting her use his iPad for large scale Angry Birds.
This morning may prove to be a rude awakening, now that we have to get her around without his help.
And try to keep entertained while lying on her back with her foot raised without an iPad to help break up the monotony.
We did pick up a spare walker at my grandmother's house...
Which is as adorable as it is helpful.
We have another 5 days to go, before we'll know more conclusively if this is a sprain or a break and what her full recovery/treatment will have to be. Until then it's my goal to keep her off of it at all costs.
I'm just glad she's old enough that she can be left on the couch while I run Baby to preschool & dance down the street this week.
Okay, off to do the laundry, clean the fish tank, roast some chicken and tackle the playroom...
and pick up more Nancy Drews.
I wouldn't think traveling through Epcot would be rife with such horrors, but I think we had something like dysentery.
For real.
Neither Kid, nor I, feel 100% up to snuff, but I think that's to be expected when your innards have been ravaged.
We are, as of yesterday, back to eating normal foods.
In response to last weeks health disasters, I'm planning to take the week off of home school and just rest up and try to catch up on all the housework.
I would like to be decorating for Christmas, but I think we're going to have to push that back until next weekend.
Kid's ankle is resting. So far, so good. She hasn't had cause to get too frustrated by her infirmity as of yet, since Mr F has been home all weekend, carrying her where she needed to go, and letting her use his iPad for large scale Angry Birds.
This morning may prove to be a rude awakening, now that we have to get her around without his help.
And try to keep entertained while lying on her back with her foot raised without an iPad to help break up the monotony.
We did pick up a spare walker at my grandmother's house...
Which is as adorable as it is helpful.
We have another 5 days to go, before we'll know more conclusively if this is a sprain or a break and what her full recovery/treatment will have to be. Until then it's my goal to keep her off of it at all costs.
I'm just glad she's old enough that she can be left on the couch while I run Baby to preschool & dance down the street this week.
Okay, off to do the laundry, clean the fish tank, roast some chicken and tackle the playroom...
and pick up more Nancy Drews.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
