Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Sometime during the baby’s week-long stomach flu she seems to have weaned herself. She’s been politely turning down offers of nursing with a quiet “No.” for the past week and a half. I guess most people would say congratulations, but honestly I’m pretty sad about it. Not only was it a nice quiet time to bond, but it was a sure fire way to put her to sleep at night, or put her back to sleep in the middle of the night if she woke up. She’s also been sleeping in her bed more often, without waking up and crying to get into bed with us. I think she’s really attached to the quilt that I made for her which is nice; at least I have a hug wrapped around her in proxy while she sleeps. It’s amazing how quickly they grow up.

On the other hand the three year old still refuses to sleep without a pacifier, and now I’m refusing to nap with her when she has it because it’s so fricking noisy. I’ve tried poking holes in them, which didn’t faze her a bit. Anyone have any suggestions on 1) de-pacifiering and 2) potty training a three year old?

To recap the day’s events:

1 y.o. is still sick, feverish and crapping and puking everywhere, with the added bonus of being really lethargic and scaring us.

I put up a forum for people wanting to discuss their Featureprice (sucks) experiences, over here.

The cat’s really not doing well; he’s been in the hospital over the weekend with an IV in and his numbers are not going down enough. He’s also not eating, and the vet says that if he doesn’t pull through by Wednesday, he probably won’t pull through at all.

We were supposed to drop off the kids in Houston and go to the ranch this weekend, but since one is dreadfully ill and the other hasn’t gotten sick yet, it’s looking really doubtful.

On the plus, or minus, side – I joined Weightwatchers Online last Wednesday. My weigh-in day is Monday, and as of this morning I’ve lost 2 pounds.

Ok, look. All you pregnant people just stay away. Don’t sneeze on me. I don’t want to catch it. I have three friends right now who are just a little bit pregnant. Do you realize how many quilts I have to make??

My three year old is now insisting on calling her little sister “Jim Bob” instead of “Caroline”. Kids are weird.

Well, I got the baby to sleep at 7:30 this morning. Then the 3 year old woke up at 10, which surprised the hell out of me since she had firemen stomping around her room at 4 in the morning and looked really confused. I talked her into coming into bed with me but her poor nose was so stuffy (yes, still, thank you Santa-Claus-Line-Kid) that it kept us both awake.

OK, now look. If you’re reading this, you have a computer and internet access. This means three things:

1. Get a virus program and keep the definitions current! Update monthly, at the very least.

2. Quit opening attachments that you aren’t specifically expecting! Yes, that means that you need to stop looking at all your joke mail, unless you know what you’re doing and you’re sure that there’s no hidden executable-type extension after the “.jpg” or whatever.

3. If you must forward an email on to everyone in your address book, please, for the love of Pete, BCC it. Don’t CC it. This keeps random people from getting other random peoples’ email addresses. Not only is this considerate (would you go around handing out someone’s mailing address to people who didn’t know them?) but it helps keep viruses from disguising themselves as me and sending themselves to your boss. Or vice versa.

In case you couldn’t tell, I got another virus this morning. I’ve stressed virus programs so much to everyone I know that I get pretty annoyed this happens. It’s totally avoidable. Not that it affects me, since I run OS X, but I don’t need all this extra crap junking up my inbox.

Look at these cute kids.

They really need to do a scientific study. I have observed that a child can convert a single chocolate molecule into millions. If you give a child the tiniest crumb of chocolate, immediately they will have it all over their faces and look like Al Jolson. Someone needs to find out the amazing multiplicative powers that children have.

The fun part of kids who have gas is that they tend to poot uncontrollably when you tickle them, which makes them laugh harder.

The only drawback is the odor.

The 3 year old woke up this morning crying for a glass of water. She’s had a tummy bug for a few days so we’re really nervous about dehydration, especially since hub’s recent trip to the hospital. So hub takes her downstairs to get a glass of water, then runs up to brush his teeth and whatnot. When he goes back down, he finds her lying on the kitchen floor, limp and moaning. She was utterly lethargic and her eyes kept rolling back in her head, and her cheeks were bright red.

Freak out.

Rush her to the doctor who says that she’s just tired from being sick. She took something like 5 hours of nap today and seems to be a little better, although we scrapped our out of town plans for the weekend.

Anyone get migraines? I’ve had one for the last 2 days and I’m losing my mind. My doc gave me a sample of Imitrex the other day and it did nothing for me except make my nose run and give me the worst nasty ass-butt taste in the back of my mouth. I can deal with the Midrin, but it makes me soooooooooooo looooooooooooopy. Whee!

The one year old woke up with the most enormous bedhead I have ever seen in my whole entire life. She looked something like this, only with less facial hair and wrinkles.

My sleep schedule’s all awry since I joined 3 year old for a nap this afternoon. She and I slept in the big bed, and she refused to cuddle with me, the little twerp. Then when it was time for another nap, she went up and slept in our bed by herself, wanting nothing to do with her own bed. This is frightening because in the past 2 weeks we’ve had to do 2 emergency sheet changes on her bed due to various leaking bodily functions.

Luckily, our bed seems to be (mostly) unsullied. I think it’s high time I climbed into it.