Ever have one of those days where everything is RIGHT ON TIME, and yet, everything still feels totally off? I put my hair in pigtails. Looks good from the front. I felt the back, however, in the car, and I mangled it. I wore linen trousers today because it's going to be 85 degrees. And of course, they are pre-wrinkly. I missed my turn off my favorite commuter secret passageway, and nearly crashed into a cop car trying to change lanes. I decided to go right and try again. I was still within my normal "10 minutes late" to work time frame, no matter how crazy my morning was.

Still. My psychic abilities are telling me SOMETHING bad is going to happen to me today. I'm waiting. Maybe my computer will explode midpost.

Beanie ran out of amoxicillin 2 doses early. I called the Pharmacist and chatted with him. He said we're fine, we probably got a higher concentration of medicine and lower concentration of water, which he thought was weird, but I insisted that we'd gone out to buy a special graduated baby medicine dropper because "2.5 ML" of milky white medicine is a ridiculous amount to try to eyeball. So, that was the conclusion, that she's fine. I can still hear wheezing, but she seems a LOT happier. I am hoping her diarrhea clears up as well, that's misery in a diaper. My poor kid.

I fully intend to video-catch her creeping and crawling as soon as I can. I will post my traditional 15 seconds of cuteness as soon as I am able. It's pretty cute, though. We have to keep the screen closed and I think I have to spend my state refund on netting for the balcony because I think she will figure out how to open the screen soon. We have a very mechanically inclined baby. She likes buttons, moving parts, wires, dangerous things, pointy sharp things, slicey things, hot things, and she eats books. yep.

Beanie turned 8 months old at 3:08 AM this morning. How crazy is it that I have an 8 month old kid? Already?

Every day is magical.

Except last night when I have a vague memory of trying to lecture a very exhausted PF about how "stay at home" means, to me, that the working nursing mom needs to sleep NO MATTER WHAT. While standing Naked with a capital N in the hallway. I think I just need earplugs for her late night silliness. When a kid wants to play at 11 PM, we need to adjust our family sleep patterns, or get earplugs.

That said, I highly recommend kids to anyone so inclined, it's an amazing, amazing thing to be around to watch them discover things. THAT'S the part that makes you feel young, the whole "Oh shit, I remember when I discovered that too!" It will make you happy and melancholic in the best recuerdo type ways.

Beanie, go to sleep.


Her favorite bedtime books (or rather, my favorite bedtime books) are Time for Sleep and Good Night Moon. We also read Pat The Bunny and a few others, but they amp her up.

Love,

Mamey.

this was a very busy weekend for a sick little beanie. She doesn't actually KNOW she's sick; she just sort of coughs up her lungs, wheezes, craps big acid diarrheas, and fights us when we try to apply amoxicillin or albuteryl to her shiny little lips. She has figured out how to spit.

So, we dragged her to Liv and Tim's wedding. We were only planning to stay until 7, but we stayed until 9. So, Beanie's amoxicillin diarrheas weren't too bad that evening, and her poor red butt has been clearing up. It doesn't look like diaper rash. It looks more like someone dabbed battery acid around her bumhole. It's horrible. She's not keen on it either. The dilemma: let her air out between diapers and then suffer the consequences when she poops on the carpet, or diaper her up with ointments and such. We use both ploys to rid her of this dreaded red. It's painful.

So, we dragged her off on Saturday. She was very good. Everyone loves the beanie. She wore a linen easter type dress and panies. She eventually pooped them, and luckily I think ahead and bring extra clothes. My poor kid conked OUT that evening. Just passed out. She is usually up with her dad until midnight on weekdays, so it was weird to have her conk so soon.

On Sunday I woke up extra early and rammed a bunch of clothes into the washing machines and told PF "I'm going to Michael's for felt and a glue gun. Watch the beanie." And when I came home, I glued together a Peep Outfit. And we headed to the Annual Peep Off. Beanie ate no peeps, neither did her mother, but her brother Seamas ate 4 allowed peeps and god knows how many he ate without permission. PF ate 5. Sadie and Sage were present, and we joked there would be a separate kid's peep off next year, by age. The Peep Off BBQ went well. Thankfully, no armadillo. I did roll out a flank steak, which scared people for some reason. I guess when you are used to knowing there have been years with bull testes or armadillo on the BBQ, something benign like a flank steak could be intimidating. Afterwards, we headed over to Bill and Karen's to pick up some mail for the PF, and ended up staying late for Pizza and the Soprano's. Bill joked he would lock us in the house until the pizza was eaten if we didn't stay, and he's a locksmith, so with that sort of incentive, of course we ate our fill and watched a bunch of goombas eating Eyetalian food on TV.

A good weekend.

We are all still sick. But this weekend was fun nonetheless.

I am told Beanie went back to sleep after I left for work and crashed out for another 3 hours or so.

My kid knows how to sleep, I tells ya.

Poor sick little beanie...

Mommy looks much worse.

Bleck. When will this nightmare of sick end???

We are all sick here. Like plague. I woke up this morning at 6 am struggling to breathe and all I could think of was "this is what it's like to be Moe!" Waited until 9 am somehow, called my dad to come listen to my lungs. He barely understood me because my voice is completely shot. My poor baby is sick too.

My poor darling girl.

Her lungs are clear, but we're going to get her to see the pediatrician tomorrow. Just to be safe. She's definitely got malaise, but her lungs so far sound good. PF seems like his lungs are clear as well, no breathing problems, but he's got the horrible cough. Ugh. Will this sickness ever END???

Although sick, Beanie is so cute lately. At least we had nothing planned this weekend that couldn't be canceled gracefully. Because me and my sick ass sat home adoring my kid and her antics. Even her productive cough is cute.

She has started "creeping". Nearly crawling. She'll get it soon. She can pull herself and push herself across a floor, and climb things, and pull up. But she gets tripped up on the hand-after-knee choreography that facilitated the 'crawl' itself. But she'll get there.

I can't believe how brilliant and beautiful and precious she is. She's the light of my life.

Maybe I should just completely wean her. She does eat crackers, pancakes and frozen waffles.

She's FINALLY got teeth coming in as well. Two nubbins on her front lower gums. Pefect little gummy hard domes.

Precious.

We went to the Ninja's house for Baby Sage's first bday. Very fun time had by all. Except Roan, the big sister who came down with a fever and puked after everyone went home, poor kid.

It was nice to get out and visit with folks, especially since PF's been under the weather and the weather has been hellishly rainy the past couple of months. I honestly think staying indoors makes you sick because you are exposed to more germs, and the rain keeps you indoors, so you're sicker when it's miserable out, and that just double whammies your psyche.

It makes me tired.

Beanie and PF were both sick yesterday. They were burning up with fever. I came home early, responding to a sad little call from the PF who needed some attending to, and came home to poor sick daddy cleaning up milky white barf off our red, red carpeting. I sent him to bed, tended to my kid, and made broth and rice for dinner. I also fed them both tylenol until beanie was her normal squeaky happy self again. She did have a few screams, but I would rub her tum and make it feel better. She had a stealth diarrhea last night, I kept checking the smell, but it was so light in color I couldn't see any doody. Poor kid. I just thought she was gassy. When I did FINALLY change her, I noted the distinctly watery stuff and apologized.

At 3AM, she barfed on us. I didn't hear the retching, but I felt the hot puke hit my arm (she sleeps with us). She looked as bewildered by it as we both were, 3 AM barf carnage. I stumbled into the bathroom, grabbed a wet towel, wiped up the bulk of it, turned the coverlet around, and gave PF a new onesie to dress her in. She seems to be a LOT BETTER since she had her huge puke. PF feels great today as well, he called to report another diarrhea diaper. Poor kid. She only had one oz of formula today on top of her 3 oz of breastmilk and whatever she got this morning during her nursing. But when you're sick, your appetite is off. I told PF where the pedialite was so that he could keep her hydrated. My darling little family, I am so worried!! It's that damned cursed stomach virus again, I KNOW IT. Probably re-caught it at the bday party, but it's very similar in nature to whatever I had on March 1, and I think I must have had it already because I'm not sick.

My gpa gave us a scare. He's got a pig valve that has lasted about 6 years past it's expiration date. He went in to the hospital on Saturday morning for congestive heart failure. I about had a heart attack myself thinking about it. They gave him some diuretics and told him to stay off the salt; his valve is still going strong, so it must've been a VERY GOOD PIG. So, no heart failure yet. But he's not going to "fix" anything if it goes wrong again, which is sad, but understandable. The fella IS 86. I love him so. I'm glad he met this little Beanie. She's very life affirming. That's why I went to the bday party after getting this news; babies are truly life affirming for me.

I do have a headache, however.

And a gimoungous pimple growing on the side of my nose.

Boo stress!

Here is Beanie attacking a pancake (pre diarrhea issues, of course):



I love that kid...

Yeah, those pics from Walmart are just horrible. I am still crossing my fingers that the actual pictures will be better than the disk versions (they look so overexposed and lo-res.)

Our beanie has started growling and hissing. She sounds like either a pirate or a pissed off iguana. She gets the most hilarious kick out of making us laugh when she does this. We walk around saying "Arrgggh" to see if we can prompt her to start up. She knows what the voice recorder does, so if I try to turn it on, she becomes too interested in it and starts pawing and/or chewing on it and forgets to growl.

I can't stand it to think of it, it's too funny. I will try to capture a good one when she's not paying attention and then I will load it onto this blog...




PF hates his photo on the internet, but this one is so cute...Beanie's sleeping, Seamas is a donut, and Shabazz is standing on beanie getting his loves...all on our tiny little loveseat.

Boy. We need a real couch...

A tanker fell over on the freeway I use today. Luckily, I was well in advance of it, because I heard about it on the radio. I also had some hydroplaning issues on my other freeway of choice, the 160. On the third one I realized it was not the wind, but rather, my wheels not on pavement. I nearly crashed each time, but turned into the plane. I am so glad I took, and paid attention to, my driver training. It was really scary and I am dreading my drive home.

This rain has got me beat. I'm taking the truck tomorrow just for the sheer tire traction. I wish the rain would stop, it's making my apartment sort of damp and dismal

I may just be having a really bad day. It IS my least favorite day of the year: Spring Fucking Ahead, You Lot. I hate it so much, if it was a dog, I'd kick it. My alarm went off at 5:55 and I hit it. In my world, it was really 4:55. Life sucked from then on out.

I did manage to drag the Beanie to the dreaded Walmart to try out their photo special. I thought I was getting a bargain, but most of the pics came out so-so. I also bought the picture disk, which is not a CD, therefore the pictures are NOT high resolution. They are okay for the internut, so I am posting them below. Notice my slackjawed child who kept putting plastic props in her mouth...


The Easter Beanie


Beanie foregoes the plastic apple for the plastic sno-ball


Beanie asks "What Would Jeebus Do?"

I really hope the picture packages come out a LOT better than these did. If not, I'm going to JC Penny's for the next round. These suckers actually hurt my eyeballs to look at...it it just me??