The Plague is Finally Over

Alright, it wasn’t as bad as the plague but the last couple of weeks have been a little rough around here with various illnesses.

I’ve been watching my nephew John pretty frequently the last few weeks while my sister has doctor’s appointments at the hospital across the street. About three weeks ago when he walked in the door I instantly saw the snot dripping from his nose and started to panic. I knew that if he was sick Jimi and Cecilia would be following soon. Each time he sneezed, coughed, or wiped his boogers on something my OCD went into over drive. I could just see the germs crawling on everything.

Sure enough, two days later Jimi, Cecilia, and I all came down with a strong cold, despite frequent hand washings and wiping down every toy when John went home. James caught the cold a couple of days after the rest of us. Three weeks later and Cecilia and I still have stuffy, dripping noses.

Cecilia has been picking in her ears for around a month now. I didn’t get concerned because she wasn’t just screaming in pain, have a fever, or problems sleeping that are the tell-tale signs of an ear infection. She was a little bit crankier than normal and wasn’t drinking from bottles very well, however. About a week and a half ago she woke up with the inside of her ear just covered in blood. It looked like the blood might be coming from the inside of her ear canal so we threw clothes on everyone and went to the walk-in clinic as soon as we saw it, fearing that she had burst her ear drum. Fortunately, her ear drum had not burst but she did have an ear infection in her left ear. She had to take amoxicillin twice a day for a week. We checked back with her regular doctor and the ear infection has cleared up. She’s such a happy baby, we’ll have to play closer attention for the ear infection signs if we suspect it again.

Last week my little brother Wade and his son (baby) Wade flew into Washington from Virginia for a visit. Jimi was really excited to see his cousin. Right after they got in baby Wade came down with some sort of stomach bug so we made Jimi wait a couple of days and until baby Wade was completely over his sickness until we let them play together. That didn’t matter. Jimi still got the the bug baby Wade had had but much much worse. He threw up a couple of times on Friday morning and then was fine the rest of the day. Saturday he didn’t want to eat anything but was playing just fine. Saturday night he started throwing up and having diarrhea all. night. long. Sunday he had a few bouts of diarrhea but nothing too bad. Monday through Tuesday morning things worse for the poor little boy, much much worse. He is finally started to turn around yesterday. Today he decided to make up for his lost weight and ate more than I’ve ever seen him put in his little body. No one else was affected by this bug except for me have some serious stomach cramps for a couple of days. I did more laundry and bathroom cleaning in those four days than in any other week, ever.

I’ve heard that once you have two (or more) kids it is impossible to keep them both healthy. While they do share a cold whenever one gets it, we have been pretty lucky so far and have only had to deal with a couple of them. Also, (knocking on wood) Cecilia has not caught any of the serious stomach bugs the rest of us have had.

Here’s hoping we’re done with illnesses for a while!


(A late) Weekend Recap

So far 2012 has been anything but spectacular for this family. Hopefully, that will be changing soon.

Friday: We spent the better part of the afternoon and early evening shopping (one of James’ favorite activities). Our mattress is quite old, uncomfortable and makes a loud noise whenever one of us moves in the bed, which is constantly waking me up. We had planned on getting a new mattress after the new year but I heard of a good sale at Macy’s that we didn’t want to miss, so we headed to the mall for a few hours to try out mattress. Unfortunately, they cannot deliver our new mattress until Jan. 13th, so I’m anxiously counting down the days until then.

After Macy’s we headed to Babies R’ Us to buy some much needed diapers for Jimi and took advantage of their clearance sales to stock up on the next size clothes. Later that night James had a gig with 20 Riverside. I decided to skip this gig and stayed home with Jimi.

Saturday: We spent the day lounging around the house until the early evening when we headed to my sister’s house to play games and celebrate the new year. Before we left, Jimi got his hands on a catalog and decided to make some confetti:

At least he tried to help clean up the mess...

We tried to stick Jimi and John in cheesy New Year hats so we could take cute pictures. This is how it turned out:

Our plan was to stay the night at Stephanie and Ian’s since Jimi would be asleep already and so we wouldn’t have to deal with the crazy drunks on the road. … Jimi never fell fully asleep and by the time we went to bed at 1am, he was waking up every 5 minutes screaming. If it wasn’t one thing waking him up, it was another… I finally got very frustrated around 2:30am and decided to just drive home so that Jimi could sleep in his own bed. He slept a little better once we got home, but not great. The first bad start to the new year.

Sunday/Monday: We spent the entire day doing nothing, watching football, and recovering from our rough night the night before. Around 5pm, I started to not feel so good. I skipped dinner and just laid on the couch. By 7pm, I was throwing up horribly. I left James to take care of Jimi and went to bed. I spent the rest of the entire night sick in the bathroom about every 30 minutes. Around 6am (Monday morning), the sickness (as I am now calling it) hit James. My mother-in-law had the day off work so she was kind enough to watch Jimi for us for a few hours so we could get some rest. Later on Monday the sickness got to Jimi. (Be prepared for TMI) We’re talking diarrhea dripping out his pants sick. After we hosed him off (well, gave him a bath) he seemed to be in pretty good spirits other than not wanting to eat. Stephanie and Ian were kind enough to drive up some Gatorade for James and milk and Pedialyte for Jimi. Apparently, Ian got the sickness too so now we’re on the hunt to figure who gave it to all of us.

Thankfully after going to bed early last night we’re all starting to feel much better, although the boys still seemed a little wiped out.

I hope everyone else’s new year started off much better than ours!

Weekend of Daddy-Stuff

This weekend was filled with doing Daddy Things. I fixed the toilet, trimmed a Christmas tree, and carried my vomit-covered son from my car into the bath. We also went out to dinner to celebrate Rebecca getting into George Washington University’s Master’s in Paralegal Studies program. Congratulations baby!

Friday night we went out to Bob’s Burgers and Brew to celebrate Rebecca’s acceptance into grad school. Jimi was being super cute laying his head on the table all weird and Rebecca has him trying to touch his tongue to his nose like she can. I tried to get a picture of both but this was the best I could do.

Jimi's cuteness

Weirdly, this is my second blog post about fixing a toilet. My first one is here.  Friday night after dinner, Rebecca broke the toilet. Not like that. Actually, it just broke from general wear and tear. A tiny rubber hinge on the stopper inside the tank broke, causing the stopper to flip over when you flushed, so it wouldn’t seal properly and ran forever. It was in the wee small hours, so I just shut off the water and took care of it Saturday morning. I completely MacGyver’d it. All I did was take a small rubber band and wrap it around the broken hinge. Bam! Toilet fixed! Daddy job #1? Check.

Sunday we went hunting for a Christmas tree. We had to get out of the house anyway, so we took the back roads up to Stanwood (which is a really pretty drive and something we do quite often on Sundays) and ended up at QFC, where they had 2′-3′ Noble firs for $16.99. I called around and that was the best price, and they were the only ones that had trees that small. I wanted to just walk around our property with a ladder and cut off the top of a small tree, but Rebecca vetoed me. We got it home (thankfully it fit in the trunk because we didn’t have any rope) and after one incident that distracted (which I will describe in the next paragraph) me from this task, I sawed the end off so it could absorb water better and cut off the lowest branches so it would fit in our stand, which is actually bigger than the tree. Bam, nature conquered! Daddy job #3 – Check.

About a half-mile from home Jimi started to gurgle. We heard a couple of wet burps and then some splashes and knew that he had thrown up. Then the smell hit us. Quick, roll down the windows! And then we heard the dog start to lick. Luckily she decided to listen and not clean up Jimi all herself. We pulled up, Rebecca ran inside so she wouldn’t throw up and so she could start the bath and it was my job to carry the boy upstairs. I looked in the back seat and he just looked so confused, like “Why am I so wet and smelly?” He looked like he had tried to chug a pitcher of Greek yogurt and spilled it all over himself. He smelled like he had tried to chug a pitcher of bad Greek yogurt and spilled it all over himself. He was absolutely drenched in vile white liquid. I wrapped a blanket around him and he looked so happy to be getting out of the car. Luckily he loves baths so as soon as he heard the water he wanted to be put down and he ran into the bathroom. Daddy job #2 – gag – Check.

What's left of the pool of Greek yogurt in Jimi's crotch.