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.