Photo Tales - Week 4

On Monday my darling little one had a fever, and with daycare involved there are firm rules about that. Sniffles are okay, whining is okay, but fevers end the conversation about whether or not to send a child to daycare. I totally get that - better to keep any illness in the house of one instead of passing around the whole group!

After a morning of taking Abby to my office to get some Monday-essential work done, we went home and just vegged. By the time dinner rolled around I jumped at the chance to make it, because it was more exciting than reading another Caillou book. After dinner I insisted on doing something, anything, outside of the apartment, so we settled on blowing bubbles!

I don't know anyone who does not enjoy blowing bubbles - it's simple and amusing, both of which are right up my alley. In the past we have even bought bubble machines so that we could all enjoy without the "work" of blowing? I have never felt as lazy as when I bought a second bubble blowing machine in two years.

Someone on Facebook commented that the reflection is cool - the sun was beginning to set on a beautiful day and the two apartment buildings behind us lit up beautifully. Well, as beautifully as three-story brick buildings can look. Turned out really great for the reflection, though!

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She's Sick Today

I had already planned a late arrival to work this morning to meet with a structural engineer about the slope in our house.  We are not in the market to fix the silly slope, but just want a professional to assure us that there is no big issue that has gone unnoticed.  All about assuring a buyer that things are on the up and up.

(Okay, I could either go a story route or be graphic.  I'm going graphic.  One word to let you know whether or not you should keep reading or go play somewhere more fun: vomit.)

My day went from "vacation" day to "sick" day right as the alarm went off.  I woke up to the quiet radio, but shot out of bed when I heard what sounded like Abby choking.  Yeah, that will wake you up faster than a bucket of ice water.  I didn't even turn on the light - when I heard she was actually breathing (phew) I realized that she was throwing up.  Ugh.  Better at 5:30 than at 1:30 (am or pm, to be honest) but it's still something that we have not had to deal with in so long that I can't remember doing it, and I would be the one to have dealt with it.

I have learned a few things already, and it's only 8:15 as I'm typing this:

Lesson #1 - I am glad that Abby is small enough that a towel will suffice for a blanket. Laundry began at 7:15.
Lesson #2 -  M&M's might be a reward for potty success, but they are not a reward ten minutes later in a sick child. Gross.
Lesson #3 - Great idea on my part to have Abby aim at a towel the first time around - now she thinks that is the only place to hurl. Victory is mine from cleaning the couch and floor!
Lesson #4 - Garfield The Movie is just plain bad.  Even Abby could only deal with it for about 20 minutes.  She will watch commercials for longer than that!

She is still her happy, perky self, until it's time for things to come up.  Right now she's sitting on the exercise bike, upset that she can't reach the pedals.  She's afraid to poop, which makes me nervous for how the rest of the day will play out.  I'm leaving her in a pull up, potty training be damned.