Today @ the Kroger self checkout line, Alexander said "Thank You" to the cashier. I'm not sure if he was thanking her for not carding me after scanning the bottle of New Year's Zin or for letting me bag my own groceries?
Either way, the cashier was so excited. Especially after he thanked her again when we left!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
A spoonful of Sugar
Cranky A, the baby that the Bronchitis, Ear Infection & Pneumonia triumvirate delivered late last week, hates taking his medicine.
Well, he doesn't mind the grape flavored Ibuprofen. But not even grape flavoring can entice him to swallow the Augmentin.
Last night at "medicine time" while Papa was working (until 1am) and Nurse Ratchet was busy in the Peanut ward, I had to find a way for the babe to swallow.
Hmmm. I ran through a list of the monster's favorite untouchables... the trash can (gross), the toilet (even grosser), ungrounded electrical outlet (the medicine won't help with electrocution).
Thinking of electricity must have turned the light bulb on; the fridge.
Opened the door & in he went. He was so busy pounding on the fruit crisper drawer, he didn't even notice when I slipped the medicine dropper in the corner of his mouth. And... Medicated.
Well, for now. This trickery has worked 3 times now, enough for his ears to lose the posterior puss & his chest to become a little less congested.
And all without a house call from Nurse Ratchet... and our over-worked Papa.
Well, he doesn't mind the grape flavored Ibuprofen. But not even grape flavoring can entice him to swallow the Augmentin.
Last night at "medicine time" while Papa was working (until 1am) and Nurse Ratchet was busy in the Peanut ward, I had to find a way for the babe to swallow.
Hmmm. I ran through a list of the monster's favorite untouchables... the trash can (gross), the toilet (even grosser), ungrounded electrical outlet (the medicine won't help with electrocution).
Thinking of electricity must have turned the light bulb on; the fridge.
Opened the door & in he went. He was so busy pounding on the fruit crisper drawer, he didn't even notice when I slipped the medicine dropper in the corner of his mouth. And... Medicated.
Well, for now. This trickery has worked 3 times now, enough for his ears to lose the posterior puss & his chest to become a little less congested.
And all without a house call from Nurse Ratchet... and our over-worked Papa.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Shovel the walk?
In the fall Aunt Amy "returned" a fluffy, recently dry cleaned sleeping bag, which she claimed I lent her years ago. I didn't recognize the bag, and we already have a sack for mama, a sack for papa & even one for the little campfire.
Right before Christmas, I saw a homeless looking gentleman crossing National Road carrying a ratty looking sleeping bag.
If I didn't need the sleeping bag, Papa didn't need the sleeping bag and baby doesn't need a bag, why not find a homeless fella who could use it. Right?
The 13-year-old neighbor Colleen told me yesterday that she thought this was a terrible idea. I guess she was right. It's too early to be teaching our little winter squash about car jackings.
This morning, the doorbell of opportunity rang. And luckily didn't wake the squash.
A man with a hard-luck story & a shovel was looking for a little snow-shoveling work. Ten bucks to clean the whole way around the house. But only $2 to clean the front walk.
When I handed over the ones, the man had socks on his hands. Dirty socks. Ugh.
"Need a sleeping bag?" He wasn't sure at first, but after I explained what a sleeping bag was, he agreed. I'd leave it on the porch & after he earned $12, he would pick it up. How much is a six-pack these days?
As Baby Alexander will learn before long, I keep a lot of useful stuff, and can't turn down a deal. I'm not a hoarder, but I have a very organized collection of many, many things which I'm just waiting to redistribute to someone who needs it.
Today was the day. I went to the winter hat, glove, scarf collection & pulled out my old purple thermal ski gloves, purple Thermal ear muffs and a flappy winter hat.
The snow shoveler was so happy to put his socks on his feet & gloves on his hands.
But I told him not to ring the bell again. The baby is sleeping.
Right before Christmas, I saw a homeless looking gentleman crossing National Road carrying a ratty looking sleeping bag.
If I didn't need the sleeping bag, Papa didn't need the sleeping bag and baby doesn't need a bag, why not find a homeless fella who could use it. Right?
The 13-year-old neighbor Colleen told me yesterday that she thought this was a terrible idea. I guess she was right. It's too early to be teaching our little winter squash about car jackings.
This morning, the doorbell of opportunity rang. And luckily didn't wake the squash.
A man with a hard-luck story & a shovel was looking for a little snow-shoveling work. Ten bucks to clean the whole way around the house. But only $2 to clean the front walk.
When I handed over the ones, the man had socks on his hands. Dirty socks. Ugh.
"Need a sleeping bag?" He wasn't sure at first, but after I explained what a sleeping bag was, he agreed. I'd leave it on the porch & after he earned $12, he would pick it up. How much is a six-pack these days?
As Baby Alexander will learn before long, I keep a lot of useful stuff, and can't turn down a deal. I'm not a hoarder, but I have a very organized collection of many, many things which I'm just waiting to redistribute to someone who needs it.
Today was the day. I went to the winter hat, glove, scarf collection & pulled out my old purple thermal ski gloves, purple Thermal ear muffs and a flappy winter hat.
The snow shoveler was so happy to put his socks on his feet & gloves on his hands.
But I told him not to ring the bell again. The baby is sleeping.
Sleeping like a baby
The Albuteral wound Zander up like a Christmas Dreidel, and knocked him over like a wag from Guinness' tail.
You can't quite hear the snoring in this video, but know that it was loud enough to entice me into the nursery to check on the little chick pea before I went to bed.
There's not too much coughing this morning, so hopefully the babe is on the mend. Unfortunately, he HATES his antibiotic, again. Last night we had to hold Baby Boris down, purse his lips, pinch his nose and he still spewed the white goo across the room like D just told a bad joke.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Double "Oh, that's really a mess" ear infections, bronchitis & a little Pneumonia for good measure
Yes, you read right. Our baby is sick. Again.
The day before Alexander finished his nasty pink antibiotic for a sinus infection, he started coughing. The same day that we were to travel to Carlisle for Christmas & that the doctor's office closed early.
I called the insurance company & asked if we could see a doctor in Carlisle. Of course, our insurance is no good in Pennsylvania, but the ever-so-helpful associate said if I could get a referral from our pediatrician, we could take the little sprout to an after-hours clinic. Pediatrician closed. No referral.
General consensus was our cranky baby was just cutting teeth. Fever free, let him be.
Oh, how wrong we were. The poor little guy has double ear super-infections, bronchitis & quite possibly pneumonia in the bottom of his left lung.
How does that happen? Of course, Sarah is on antibiotics for Strep, Norah is on antibiotics for a sinus infection, Ethan is on steroids to finish clearing up the Pneumonia he had last fall & Baby Charlotte is on antibiotics for an ear infection. It should not be possible for little bean sprouts to get additional sicknesses while on antibiotics for previous sicknesses. Someone, right a rule & sent it North!
Anyway. The baby is now drugged & loving life. Well, mostly he just can't sit still long enough to worry about his ear pain and there is no time to cough. He is on steroids to help the wheezing & it is like baby crack. All we need now is some mama crack so I can keep up with him.
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