A Plague on our House
Thursday, March 27, 2008 by Amy
This is a long one, for no other reason than that I'm stuck at home with the kids. So sit back with a cup of coffee...
So far I am still the only one not sick. Call me crazy, but sometimes I just wish I would get sick. But I probably wouldn't get any help around here anyway. Perhaps I'll wish for a coma. Then I'd get some rest.
I have taken the girls out yesterday for a few short bursts. It's really really really nice out and I thought fresh air would be good for them. I pushed Avery on her bike, and Riley rode hers. Poor thing didn't have all that much energy and pooped out after a figure-eight of our development. We went out for another figure-eight a little bit later.
So far I have resisted Rudi's suggestions to give them medicine, and that's no small feat. Their coughs are nice and productive and their occasional fevers are low-grade. No need to medicate. I do keep a bottle of fever-reducer on the nightstand since my girls tend to go above 105 frequently and quickly. Just in case. Riley just came and hugged me and I can tell that she's getting feverish already. Usually it starts around bedtime, so I hope this doesn't mean 105+ tonight. I was hoping to sneak out tonight and get a cup of coffee for the first time in a week nearly. I desperately need to get out of the house by myself for a minute.
Oh a funny little occurrence with Avery the other week or something. I was talking to Rudi in the kitchen about something regarding the kids, and was trying to talk in "code" to they didn't know what I was talking about. I don't remember what it was now, but Avery figured it out, and I said "I can't get anything by Avery!" Well, Avery was standing in the doorway to the kitchen and moved aside and said "get by me, Mom!" And she wasn't content until I walked by her. The literal world of a toddler.
Oh, another thing, I was reading stories to Riley and Avery last and they were on each side of me and I could feel that they both were getting rather hot, and I said so. Avery said, "We oven babies!" I thought that was cute. I must have called them oven babies or something similar last time they were feverish. Try sharing a bed with two 105+ degree children on either side of you, and see if you don't feel like you're in an oven! That also explains how a few months ago she started putting her baby doll in her play kitchen oven, saying "Oven baby!" I thought she was mentally disturbed. Well, she still may be...
It just dawned on me that Avery is almost 2yrs 5mos. I always thought of her as closer to two, but she's actually closer to 2 1/2. Well, when we run out of disposables, I'm not buying any more. She'll just have to potty train. She can go an amazing amount of time in undies without peeing, but she just won't go in the potty. Just won't. She likes sitting on the potty, but nothing ever happens. I can't believe that my baby is almost 2 1/2!! And still so tiny!
Riley keeps talking about her 5th birthday, as if it's around the corner or something. She wants to invite all of her school friends to the trampoline gym. The other day she told me that she wants to have her 6th party at home because she wants to get art supplies for her birthday again. Poor kid thought that she would only get presents if she had a party at home. And what four year old plans parties two years in advance? One with transition problems, that's who.
Speaking of her school friends, Riley has some now. Which only further complicates the decision to send her to school next year. I think it's likely that I will send her, if Rudi gets a job, which is no small obstacle. It's hard to find a job if you aren't looking, right? Maybe he can get a job as a pillow-tester. Or as a test subject in a research program to determine how long a person can remain totally sedentary before their joints fuse and they turn to stone.
Which brings me to my next bone of contention with Rudi. We were watching "The Science of Obesity" on the Discovery channel. It was a very interesting show, but I was totally baffled as to how Rudi can not seem to look at himself when confronted with science like this. I mean, he's hovering around the obesity mark himself. Anyway, when the guy on the show gets a heart scan to see if his heart is healthy enough for bypass surgery, they show his enlarged heart, and Rudi says "I have an enlarged heart." And I'm like WHAT?! Thanks, for telling me, Sparky! And I get to wondering how much else is wrong that he doesn't tell me. I may have to start going to the doctors with him just to make sure. I mean, really? Seriously? An enlarged heart? And that isn't alarming? Ugh, I swear, sometimes I could just hit him over the head with a pot. He always comes home from a doctors appointment and declares that he is extremely healthy for what he has and so forth. I think that he just hears what he wants to hear and ignores everything else. His last doctor told me that he has decreased blood flow from his lungs to his heart, and I'm sure that he wouldn't have told me that himself. Not deceptively, but just not finding it important. Add to that an enlarged heart and I don't know what to think. He always complains that no one cares for him, yet he withholds information that would allow people to properly care for him. Anyway...
I'm seriously considering growing a container garden this spring/summer. I am asking around for what grows well in Colorado and how to go about it. I would like to teach the girls about growing food. I think it would be fun. I'm not looking for anything high-yield and am not really interested in canning/jarring, so just something to supplement our diet this summer. I was thinking of herbs (Riley would love a tea garden), tomatoes, berries if possible, and I don't know what else...
So, here's a link (http://www.beastar.org.uk/archives/46) for an advertising campaign in the UK to increase breastfeeding among young mothers. It's pretty cool.
So far I am still the only one not sick. Call me crazy, but sometimes I just wish I would get sick. But I probably wouldn't get any help around here anyway. Perhaps I'll wish for a coma. Then I'd get some rest.
I have taken the girls out yesterday for a few short bursts. It's really really really nice out and I thought fresh air would be good for them. I pushed Avery on her bike, and Riley rode hers. Poor thing didn't have all that much energy and pooped out after a figure-eight of our development. We went out for another figure-eight a little bit later.
So far I have resisted Rudi's suggestions to give them medicine, and that's no small feat. Their coughs are nice and productive and their occasional fevers are low-grade. No need to medicate. I do keep a bottle of fever-reducer on the nightstand since my girls tend to go above 105 frequently and quickly. Just in case. Riley just came and hugged me and I can tell that she's getting feverish already. Usually it starts around bedtime, so I hope this doesn't mean 105+ tonight. I was hoping to sneak out tonight and get a cup of coffee for the first time in a week nearly. I desperately need to get out of the house by myself for a minute.
Oh a funny little occurrence with Avery the other week or something. I was talking to Rudi in the kitchen about something regarding the kids, and was trying to talk in "code" to they didn't know what I was talking about. I don't remember what it was now, but Avery figured it out, and I said "I can't get anything by Avery!" Well, Avery was standing in the doorway to the kitchen and moved aside and said "get by me, Mom!" And she wasn't content until I walked by her. The literal world of a toddler.
Oh, another thing, I was reading stories to Riley and Avery last and they were on each side of me and I could feel that they both were getting rather hot, and I said so. Avery said, "We oven babies!" I thought that was cute. I must have called them oven babies or something similar last time they were feverish. Try sharing a bed with two 105+ degree children on either side of you, and see if you don't feel like you're in an oven! That also explains how a few months ago she started putting her baby doll in her play kitchen oven, saying "Oven baby!" I thought she was mentally disturbed. Well, she still may be...
It just dawned on me that Avery is almost 2yrs 5mos. I always thought of her as closer to two, but she's actually closer to 2 1/2. Well, when we run out of disposables, I'm not buying any more. She'll just have to potty train. She can go an amazing amount of time in undies without peeing, but she just won't go in the potty. Just won't. She likes sitting on the potty, but nothing ever happens. I can't believe that my baby is almost 2 1/2!! And still so tiny!
Riley keeps talking about her 5th birthday, as if it's around the corner or something. She wants to invite all of her school friends to the trampoline gym. The other day she told me that she wants to have her 6th party at home because she wants to get art supplies for her birthday again. Poor kid thought that she would only get presents if she had a party at home. And what four year old plans parties two years in advance? One with transition problems, that's who.
Speaking of her school friends, Riley has some now. Which only further complicates the decision to send her to school next year. I think it's likely that I will send her, if Rudi gets a job, which is no small obstacle. It's hard to find a job if you aren't looking, right? Maybe he can get a job as a pillow-tester. Or as a test subject in a research program to determine how long a person can remain totally sedentary before their joints fuse and they turn to stone.
Which brings me to my next bone of contention with Rudi. We were watching "The Science of Obesity" on the Discovery channel. It was a very interesting show, but I was totally baffled as to how Rudi can not seem to look at himself when confronted with science like this. I mean, he's hovering around the obesity mark himself. Anyway, when the guy on the show gets a heart scan to see if his heart is healthy enough for bypass surgery, they show his enlarged heart, and Rudi says "I have an enlarged heart." And I'm like WHAT?! Thanks, for telling me, Sparky! And I get to wondering how much else is wrong that he doesn't tell me. I may have to start going to the doctors with him just to make sure. I mean, really? Seriously? An enlarged heart? And that isn't alarming? Ugh, I swear, sometimes I could just hit him over the head with a pot. He always comes home from a doctors appointment and declares that he is extremely healthy for what he has and so forth. I think that he just hears what he wants to hear and ignores everything else. His last doctor told me that he has decreased blood flow from his lungs to his heart, and I'm sure that he wouldn't have told me that himself. Not deceptively, but just not finding it important. Add to that an enlarged heart and I don't know what to think. He always complains that no one cares for him, yet he withholds information that would allow people to properly care for him. Anyway...
I'm seriously considering growing a container garden this spring/summer. I am asking around for what grows well in Colorado and how to go about it. I would like to teach the girls about growing food. I think it would be fun. I'm not looking for anything high-yield and am not really interested in canning/jarring, so just something to supplement our diet this summer. I was thinking of herbs (Riley would love a tea garden), tomatoes, berries if possible, and I don't know what else...
So, here's a link (http://www.beastar.org.uk/archives/46) for an advertising campaign in the UK to increase breastfeeding among young mothers. It's pretty cool.
