Thursday, April 30, 2009

A Third Round of Parenting Tidbits

11. While it may be socially acceptable for Mom and Dad to wear the same clothes two days in a row, it's not a good policy with little babies. One very important consideration: day-old spit-up.

12. When you need a fresh pair of socks for your little one, there will be none in the sock drawer. When you arrive at work and are looking for your cell phone, you'll find children's socks in your bag, your pockets, your desk drawer, etc. I don't know how they get there, but they do. The same goes for hairbands if you have little girls.

13. If your child uses disposable products, he or she will always outgrow the size you JUST bought. This also applies to the whole family in many ways: disposable wipes if you decide to go to cloth wipes, maxi pads if you decide to go with tampons, and regular vitamins if you buy the mega bottle and then take a pregnancy test...

Monday, April 27, 2009

This is the Song that Never Ends...

Alternative Lyrics & Words

This the song that never ends,
it just goes on and on my friends,
Just when you think you have reached the end,
the songs begins again.

(Repeat from top)

Quoted from this site.

I have only heard this song once, but for some reason it stuck in the back corner of my mind. For the past week, it's been my theme song with one small variation:

This is the flu that never ends,
it just goes on and on my friends...

We've had the stomach flu or something approximating that experience running through our family for more than two weeks now. It started with our daycare provider, then hit her son and husbnad. Then my mother-in-law, then my sister-in-law picked it up. By last Sunday, our toddler was puking everywhere.

Thankfully, she seemed to mend after just one night of puking. Two days later, we were finally back to normal, only to hear from our daycare that the toddler needed to be picked up because she had diarrhea. Fast forward to the middle of the night: the toddler is well again, but Mama has it now.

Today is Monday, over two weeks (or is it three?) since the first sighting of the stomach bug and a full week since our small immediate family was struck. Daddy started feeling awful last night, JUST as Mama stopped running to the bathroom. We're still hoping that this skips the baby. That would be a small blessing.

As a side note, my brother-in-law called last week to inform us that his wife and our mother-in-law did not in fact have the stomach flu but had tested positive for cryptosporidia. After spending 30 minutes on hold with our doctor's office, we were told that they would not be treating us for crypto since we are not immuno-compromised individuals. We would simply ben letting it run its normal course of up to 2 weeks of diarrhea.

Oh joy!

This is the flu that never ends....

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Chocolate Bunny

Easter was a rare treat this year. So was the chocolate bunny we allowed A to eat. Without further ado, may I present "The Chocolate Experience" starring our own Little A as herself?

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Not to be outdone by her big sister, M made the most of the day as well, swapping from lap to lap to lap...

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Pinky's New Clothes

In an earlier post I wrote about our cat, Pinkerton, sneaking out at night.

Two days ago, C says, "Why's Pinky so jumpy and twitchy?"

Sure enough, he's twitching, scratching, and licking himself madly. He pauses, looks around with his eyes wide, and then repeats the twitch, scratch, like cycle.

Fleas. We have fleas.

That darn cat brought fleas into the house.

The next morning, A, M, and I went to the petstore to get Pinky a dose of flea meds and a new collar, complete with a blue bone-shaped tag that states his name and our phone number. A wanted to get him a pink sparkly collar, but I convinced her that he'd prefer a red one with fish on it. C says I should have let her buy the pink one as further punishment for Pinky. Maybe I should have.

Pinky hasn't escaped since we added the collar to his wardrobe. He's been too miserable trying to get it off. He spends half of his time trying to figure out why bells ring every time he moves.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

The Cat Came Back...


This song has always bothered me. For all that it's a children's song, the lyrics always seemed far too disturbing to ever sing in front of a child. (Then again, there are a LOT of children's songs that are disturbing. Like this one... and I used to sing that one!)

But no, I didn't use that title for this post just to crab about children's music. Our cat, dear little Pinkerton, has been on my doodoo list for at least a year now. I don't know why I haven't ever really bonded with him. I like cats. I like them a lot! I put up with way more BS from Fuss than most cat-owners every would. But for some reason, Pinky just doesn't do it for me.

Maybe it's the obnoxious yowl he lets out anytime within 2 hours of mealtimes.

Maybe it's the yowling at the basement door to come up from the litter boxes.

Maybe it's the countless times I've found him eating my breakfast after I return from an emergency diaper change.

Maybe it's his penchant for getting locked in A's bedroom at night and M's bedroom during the day.

I dont' know, but I just don't find myself offering him much support when C mentions getting rid of the cat.

This evening, however, I find myself re-evaluating my feelings towards him. All last night I heard him howling from somewhere far from my bedroom. Since he often gets locked in the basement on accident, I wasn't too concerned. He was fine; unhappy, but fine.

It wasn't unti 10 o'clock in the morning that I realized that he hadn't been harassing me about being fed. In fact, his bowl was FULL of food. What's this? The bottomless pit hadn't eaten his breakfast? Was that breakfast or last night's dinner? Had Abby even fed him breakfast?

Thus begins the hunt. We can hear him yowling. It sounds like he's in the basement, or a closet or something. Not downstairs. Not upstairs. Not in the basement. Where can that cat be? It sounds like he's in the furnace ducts. That can't be right... the downstairs workroom? Wait a minute. Are those cat footprints in the snow on the front porch? Could he be outside?!

Yup. Poor cold Pinky had spent the night outside. ALL night. It snowed. It rained. It was cold.

So, I find myself in an odd position. Am I glad he came back? Would I have minded if he'd just disappeared? I mean, really, I care what happens to him because it would be cruel not to, I care about him at least that much, but...

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