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Sunday worries

For summer, it’s a fairly mild Sunday outside, although that probably has as much to do with all the rain we’ve gotten lately as anything.  Southern Honey is off to pick up the Munchkin from a night at Nana’s house, and I’m on the couch debating whether or not it’s acceptable to sell one’s child to the circus after he makes one sick for the umpteenth time in the past fifteen months.  I hear that it’s frowned upon.

Despite the rampaging illness scourging the family countryside, the Munchkin is doing pretty well.  Poor little thing has a friend at daycare who loves to bite, so he’s changed rooms.  We’re hoping this will make him happier to get there in the morning, especially since he’s in the same room with one of the little girls he had been seeing pretty much every day for ten months at his old daycare.  It’s been hard, as much of a fuss as he’s been routinely putting up when I drop him off in the mornings — Unless they’re eating breakfast when I get him there.  Then he just settles in to stuff his face and ignores me leaving.  😛 — so I’m hoping seeing a familiar face every day will help him, especially once he realizes he’s not going to be gnawed on regularly.

The only thing I worry about is that it’s too much change too fast.  He really has bounced around a lot in the past two or three months, with changing daycares and then staying with Southern Honey’s mom for a week, and it’s taking him some time to settle back in.  I wonder a lot if we’re doing the right thing for him.  But his daily report sheet from daycare almost always indicates that, once he settled in in the morning, he was happy and playful the rest of the day, so that must count for something.


The Munchkin is fifteen months now, with eight front chompers.  He’s been a bear for the past week or so, breaking into some serious tantruming at the drop of a hat.  I thought maybe we were just getting unlucky, that he was hitting the Terrible Twos early.  Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it),  he’s just teething — two top molars with two more bottom ones making their future presence felt.

At least that’ll be four more come in in short order?  There has to be a reprieve at some point.

The Animals at the Zoo Say Hi!

Yesterday we decided to try something new on our weekend day off together, so we drove down to the city and spent almost two hours exploring the zoo.  We didn’t see everything, not by a long shot, but it was a good start.

He loved the meerkats from the observation area inside the enclosure.  Southern Honey and I had to crawl to get in, but he just strolled right under the rock — benefit of being short.

Even when he wasn’t paying strict attention.

He loved playing peek-a-boo through the bamboo lining the walkways.

He sided with the octopus on his onesie when it came time to wear his shark hat.

But what he really loved (aside from shouting at the alpaca’s butt through the fence at the petting zoo), was the koi living outside the clouded leopard enclosure.

He thought about trying to hop in and join them, but that darn monkey on his back kept him from getting too far.

So he decided just to hang out.

I hear that there are times when people step back, slow down, and maybe even take time to smell the roses.  We, unfortunately, are not the type of people who build those times into our lives.  Except for sometimes, when they’re usually overtaken by events.

Such as this past weekend: My goal was to handle my shopping and cooking for the next month of cooking.  Then a nasty stomach virus reared its head, and we ended up spending six hours at the ER with the Munchkin.  All’s well that ends well, as we came out with a prescription for Zofran and a happier baby, but pretty much no cooking got done, and much sleep was missed.

There’s no time to catch up on it, either, as I’m hopefully having my wisdom teeth yanked out on Friday, and the next weekend is the Munchkin’s birthday party.  I’ve got a lot of work to do for that: finish the menu, get some music together, make sure everyone who wants to come knows the specifics, decide whether to bake a cake or cupcakes and get all the appropriate equipment, and clean the house in case the weather is too bad to have it at the park.

This whole idea of kids’ birthday parties is new to me.  Most of the time for birthdays, we just get together, maybe have dinner or go bowling, and call it a day.  There’s no big hullabaloo over that first bite of cake or chuckling over how cute we are playing with wrapping paper or something.  And we all entertain ourselves talking.  Now I’ll be finding ways to entertain alien beings, I mean small children.  😛

This year is a little bit easier, in no small part because there won’t be very many small children there.  We’re going old-school: Fraggle Rock.  So I’m thinking I’ll set it up for people to be welcome to play “Pin the Tail on the Fraggle” if they want to, have music from the show playing, and hopefully decorate the cake/cupcakes in a Fraggle-friendly manner (radishes shouldn’t be too hard, right?).  I’ve got my fingers crossed that I’m not insane and even half of this gets done.  We’ll see.

My apologies for the lack of posting recently.  We’ve been having some absolutely insane weather lately that has led to two weeks of illness, multiple doctor’s visits, and confusion over just what the hell season is it, anyway?  (The answer to that, by the way, appears to be “tornado season.”  😦 )  It has just not been anything remotely approaching an atmosphere amenable to writing decent posts.

The Munchkin is growing by leaps and bounds.  It’s absolutely incredible sometimes when I stop to think about it.  But mostly we’re too busy experimenting with new foods — Cincinnati-style chili, meatloaf, and broccoli are all favorites — and battling the evils of teething and diaper changes.  Oh, and trying to find new ways to keep him out of the cat food.  An improvement over cat poop, but still…

On my part, I’m trying to get myself healthy and comfortable with new habits so I can set a good example.  To further this, I took a day off work to go to the doctor and dentist, where I discovered I had a sinus infection and an abscessed wisdom tooth.  I now have antibiotics, a steroid shot in me, and an appointment with an oral surgeon to see about getting my stupid wisdom teeth out.  *headdesk*  My mother, in the meantime, has the Munchkin for a couple of nights to facilitate my infection recovery.

I’ll be glad when it’s all over so I can concentrate on getting ready for the Munchkin’s birthday party next month.  I can’t believe he’s almost a year old already!

Oh my!

This has been one crazy week in the Southern household.

Sunday and Monday I dedicated to loads of cooking and prep work to have dinners ready to go for the next month.  The Munchkin is all too ready to eat adult food at night (he flat-out refuses baby food most nights), so no more waiting until he goes to bed to cook dinner.  Instead, I gave once-a-month cooking a shot, and, if the interior of my freezer is any indication, this is going to work pretty well.

Unfortunately, I spent so much time focused on busting my butt to get things taken care of that I didn’t take care of myself.  I dehydrated myself to the point of a fever by Monday night.  Although it took me a day and a half to figure out that that was why I felt bad.  *rolls eyes*  So I missed work on Tuesday and most of Wednesday (had to go in to handle some time-sensitive issues).

But, hey, Wednesday night was family night, so we would all be home and have a yummy meatloaf dinner.  Hooray!  Right up until I asked Southern Honey to come into the kitchen to pull the meatloaf out of the oven while I got the rest of the Munchkin’s dinner together.  At which point the Munchkin followed him and managed to burn his fingers grabbing for the inside of the oven door.  Cue what was supposed to be our relaxing family evening at home turning into night at the ER.

Fortunately, it was a very minor burn, but it was on his hand so the on-call ped told us to take him in.  A dose of Ibuprofen, a bottle, a dry diaper, and a nap later, he was entertaining people in the ER by walking around holding onto one of our hands.  (We kept him away from people in general and took him to/from the kid play area; I make that statement based on the number of hellos/smiles/waves he was getting, not the fact that I think he’s a fairly cute kid.)  We were home by 10 with a tube of antibacterial ointment to treat the burns for the next week.

Needless to say, he didn’t really sleep well that night, what with the disruption to his evening and the sock on his hand keeping him from licking off the ointment.  Or last night, due to the above reasons and a runny nose.

Which, I found out when I went to pick him up from day care, may be RSV.  They have three kids out with confirmed cases.  *headdesk*

Needless to say, we go to the doctor on Monday unless he gets worse over the weekend.  It sucks that all these negative things happened this week, because it’s been so much fun to watch him explore feeding himself and discovering new foods: meatloaf, broccoli, tonight’s Cincy-style chili and spaghetti.  We’ll get through it, though, and there are certainly plenty of fun dishes on the menu in the next few weeks for him to enjoy.

It never fails

We finally decided to take a vacation, said that we had earned some time away from the shop and away from home to relax as a family, set a general date for getting out of Dodge, selected a destination, cleared the time off with our business partners at the shop.  It was practically a fait accompli.

Then I went to work to request the time off there.

And sitting in my email inbox was this lovely bit from my boss, pitching a two-week training overlapping said planned vacation time.  A really desirable training.  One of those training sessions that looks ridiculously good on the resume.  The kind that, when your boss suggests you go to it or apply for it, you go to it or apply for it.

The problem with this is that it’s two weeks of me being out of town, which means we would need nearly two weeks of after-hours and weekend care for the Munchkin, which I would need to have in place before I could even apply.  As a result, we were on the phone this evening trying to see what our options were — my mom has used up pretty much all of her spare time off with health issues.

We’ve probably got it figured out as a possibility now.  It would mean cutting back and practically eliminating our vacation.  Our first vacation in almost three years.  Hell, our first vacation as a family with the Munchkin.  I’m really getting tired of work interfering with my time off.  Even for a chance to go to this training.  Summertime in the desert just doesn’t sound that desirable a destination.


That’s what the Munchkin has become: some kind of enormous, mutant baby monster rampaging unsteadily through the house.  I shudder to think how bad it’ll be once he’s walking on his own instead of lurching around grabbing onto everything and shuffling along sideways.  *grins*

The little guy had his 9 month appointment this week.  He clocked in at 28 inches long and 22 very solid pounds.  That’s as much as our friend’s two-year-old weighs.  *facepalm*  Poor thing had some blood taken from his finger and had to pee into a bag so some lab work could be done; hopefully that will all come back clean, especially now that we’ve finally got him healthy (for the time being).

We also get to start weaning him off formula and onto whole milk and real food.  I just felt like it was a step in the right direction that he’s eaten baby foods with meat in them the last two nights.  And some tiny bits of spaghetti, with sauce and without, from my plate and his tray tonight.  We’re going to get there, slowly but surely, which is good, since the price of formula jumped four dollars a can about a month ago, and we had been up to almost two a week.

Now I just guess I’m going to have to get used to cooking for one and a half most nights…

On the road

To recovery, I hope, now that we’re finished with our mini-road trip to finish up our final Christmas celebrations.  If there’s anything I don’t recommend, it’s trying to travel with a baby suffering from diarrhea.  It’s just a bad idea.  Thankfully, the Munchkin was already drying up some before we left, so we didn’t get hosed while on the road.

What he wasn’t interested in doing was sleeping overnight.  Although he hasn’t been doing that for almost two weeks now, so it wasn’t really anything new.  Turned out he was teething in addition to nursing an ear infection, so everything just hurt, poor guy!  He’s still working on cutting that tooth, but the ear infection is on its way to being taken care of, and the diarrhea is slowly drying up (he had it to start with and the main side effect of his ear infection antibiotics is… diarrhea *headdesk*).  I suspect that by this weekend, we might all be sleeping through the night.

Dear God, I hope so.


If there’s one thing that the Munchkin’s illness — ultimately diagnosed as a very sneaky ear infection this week — has demonstrated, it’s that he’s finally grasping the concept of language, he knows that I’m Mama and Southern Honey is Dada, and he’s willing to use ’em.

Of course, “Dada” gets trotted out when he’s having a great time, bouncing around the living room and laughing his head off. “Mama” is reserved for the times he falls on his face because he was trying to climb the bookshelf (which he knows he shouldn’t do) or his poor ear is hurting.  I think this is supposed to be some sort of commentary on my awesome nurturing skills, but I’m less than reassured.  😛

Still, I love knowing that he knows his first words, even if he mastered “Dada” well before “Mama.”  😀

In other news, this really has been the stealth ear infection from hell, since it’s been accompanied by massive diarrhea and hasn’t actually been manifesting as anything other than that and not sleeping well.  The doctor was going over his symptoms and checking him, going, “Sounds like a virus… Uh huh, virus… Yep, sounds like … an ear infection?”  So now the kid’s on antibiotics and Nystatin, since he already had killer diaper rash, and the main side affect of the antibiotics is… diarrhea.  *headdesk*  I figure he’ll stop screaming in pain at diaper changes in approximately three weeks when he dries up.  I hate it.