It's Raining, It's Pouring, Grandpa is Snoring

Note: I'm tired. The boy's been "sleeping" in bed with us since we came home from Brooklyn'd. Papa moved to the guest bedroom late last week. And the fever sent him to the couch last night. Which leaves me. Alone. All night. Sleepless. Tending the feverish magpie, washcloths and all. Baby-in-bed is definitely NOT my idea of a good time. Anyway, I'm tired. And a little crazy. So, while reading, please add a little colorful wording & craziness. Thank you & peace-out.

Saturday's popup thunderstorm was kinda like our boy's fever. One minute crazy happy to be poking grandpa's belly. The next (now as a matter-of-fact) 103.8* & sleepy. But he just can't get comfortable... well, he can't get comfy apart from Mama's lap. Right now, the boy's snuggled up with a pseudo-lap, ie. couch pillow. Oh, and now he has a cough. Poor baby!

But let's focus on the storm...Grandpa!


Dada (Uncle) Afanasi & Grandpa are the perfect house guests, they don't come inside. I mean, it would be great if they would come into the air conditioning, but instead they've spent their long weekend in the backyard, and during the brief thunderstorm, perched on the front porch.

This is the ideal situation for the boy (or at least it would be if he were feeling 100%). Playing outside from breakfast until the bedtime car ride.


This morning the krewe moved under the carport while the sun burned backyard. Papa rigged up a removable fence so that the babe could safely play in the shade. Until his fever came back full-force, we had a great day!

Nik & her Mama tried to sneak past our new fun fortrace, but of course that didn't happen! (Nikki is suffering from, most likely, the same virus as the boy. Her early-morning ER visit gave her a positive strep test... So, anyway, that's why her Mama wasn't concerned about her cruisin' 'round the yard with the boy.)

Before the evening fever, our big boy enjoyed a few hours of Mama's new potty-training initiative. We brought the potty outside, bared the bum & periodically asked (and signed)"Potty?"

Things were working great for a while. The babe peed on the potty twice, and never demanded a Raisinette (Since the fever began yesterday morning, the boy would sit on the pot, but refuse to pee... but he still demanded the Raisinette...)

Anyway, things were working great... until we got company, and Mama got shy. We put the boy's shorts on, sans diaper, and as soon as we covered up his package, he peed. Twenty minutes later, when I asked if he had to pee on the potty, a little trickle came out his pant-leg again. Although cute, we diapered him up. We don't want the company to judge. I guess the babes just figured anything covering his junk gave him permission to pee... I mean, who doesn't like to pee his pants?