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Poor little puker

Yesterday was a bad, bad day. I think I may have mentioned that we co-sleep with The Girl and in the night I thought she felt hot, but I couldn’t decide if she was just hot from the way she was sleeping or if it was a fever.  She did wake up in the night, but she has been doing that a lot lately due to teething. Oh, and those teeth below? All three came in an about 11 days, youch! Anyway …

When she woke up, instead of her big smile and her usual question “bus go by?” (watching the school bus go by our house is VERY exciting) she started to cry. I sat her up and she just flopped over like she didn’t have any muscles. It was awful. We used the very, very unreliable ear thermometer and she had a temp of 102.9. I called the doc.

The doc told me to bring her in ASAP, which made me a little nervous. Thankfully Norman’s schedule is flexible, so he drove us to the doc while I sat in the back with The Girl. About half way there she threw up BUCKETS of breast milk. It was all over her, all over the car seat, all over me – oy!

When we got to the doc they were very happy to hear she had puked because that made it seem less serious. They told me to watch her, keep her hydrated, bla, bla, bla. We went home and had our first sick day. All she wanted to do was sit in my lap and/or nap. While I don’t ever want to see my baby girl sick, I have to say it was a pretty relaxing day after that.

This morning she woke up all smiles and asking “bus go by?” and seems back to her normal self. Whew. I don’t know what I would do if she ever had a serious illness because this one was pretty scary for me.

I give you … SQUINCHY FACE!

Notice the teeth! They are brand new!!

My good friend, Monte

I have been meaning to write about my friend Monte forever.  The problem is, I need at least an hour of pure writing time so I can say what is really on my mind and heart, and I can’t seem to get more than ten minutes at a time. I love The Girl more than anything, but she is NOT a fan of me using the computer.

So, until I get to tell you all about him in detail, please go visit his most amazing blog. I have been meaning to tell you about his blog forever, but especially since he posted this one. I think the pictures are especially amazing, though all his work is incredible. So, check him out (or at least check out my favorite post) and tell him that you think he is as great as I do.

Love you bunches, Monte, and hope to see you in June.

Oh well …

So the Wheely Bug arrived! I was SO excited. I frantically took it out of the box, I called The Girl over and … she screamed and cried. She was TERRIFIED of it! She’s worked up to touching it, but that is it. The is no WAY she is going to ride on it for a long time.

I decided to pay special attention to what she did play with, and realized that toys are a complete waste of money for her. Today she enjoyed:

• the remote control
• a bottle of lotion
• a shoe (hers)
• a set of coasters
• the dog dish
• a tube of ointment
• a diaper (clean)
• the dog dish
• her food
• my bra (not on my body and clean)
• my boobs (on my body and somewhat clean)
• the dog dish
• my underwear (not on my body and dirty! Ewww!)
• a wash cloth (clean)
• a diaper wipe (dirty, but only from wiping her hands)
• Tupperware (the entire shelf)
• a bottle of Listerine (we call this “fun with household chemicals”)
• a shoe (mine)
• car keys
• daddy’s Bluetooth
• daddy’s BlackBerry
• the dog’s ball (filthy dirty!)

Oh well … what can you do? When you wake up to this face it’s really hard to care that you wasted all that money on fun (and educational!) toys.