Monday, February 18, 2008

Yak

I've been looking forward to this weekend for a very long time. President's Day weekend is awesome, because it's during skiing season and my DH and I both get Monday off.

Before we had a child. It all started last week when we had a day off of school. One would think that I'd be happy. Except that my son was a grumpy mess. So it was an awful day.

He came in and snuggled between us that night. We woke up the next morning and handed him his sippy cup. He took a big swig of water-- and yakked it all up after a coughing fit. (Sheets and duvet cover in the wash.) He was okay that day-- but clearly not himself.

Saturday was the day of yak here. Once first thing in the morning, once in the afternoon, and then twice in a half hour that night. Lots of coughing, still. Low-grade fever.

Yesterday, he was miserable but was easily calmed by movies. Until his fever rose to 104.

Today it was off to the pediatrician. Diagnosis was strep (greaaaat-- he's been sleeping between us, I mean breathing in our faces, for the past four nights) and perhaps pneumonia. He goes back tomorrow to see if the antibiotic will smack down the lung crackling or not.

So much for an idyllic weekend on the slopes.

Hello parenthood.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

New Blog!

I realize that this blog has become messy. I'm posting about politics, parenting, family gripes, and car purchases. In the interest of being a bit more organized and focused, I've started a new blog. It's called A Snail's Garden. Check it out!

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Notes on the Super Bowl

Our family ran out for a few items tonight... about an hour before the Super Bowl kickoff. Man, that is the time to hit the stores. It was remarkably easy to find what we needed, because we were virtually alone.

Tivo kept the game ready for us. The first quarter was fun, the second and third quarters were blah, and the fourth quarter was great. I'd been thinking that the Pats would win, but hoped the Giants would win (I do love myself an underdog). I cannot believe that I am saying this, but yay Giants!

My moment of disbelief came when Bill Belichick walked onto the field BEFORE THE GAME WAS OVER. What is up with that, Bill? Mike Carey (my favorite, favorite head referee) came up to Belichick and obviously told him to get off of the field and back to the sideline. Belichick's response? To IGNORE Carey and walk around him to talk to Coughlin. I so hope that the NFL fines his arrogant behind.

Anyway, my boy is now two. Which is hard to believe. Just seems like yesterday that I was dealing with the belly bump that kept kicking me.