The Cleanse, Day 2

Well, it went better than I expected…aside from the initial poop incident this morning.

Owen was a real rock star when it came to sitting on the toilet and trying to poop. He learned that if you blow the balloon hard enough without holding on to it that it flies out of your mouth (and usually hits me) and that’s GREAT fun to him. It’s somewhat annoying, however, so he has to blow up the balloon for real and THEN if he’s successful he gets to let it fly around the room. He also didn’t seem to mind that it was all liquid (it seems strange to me as an adult that he doesn’t mind diarrhea, but to him I guess it’s just way easier than actually pooping).

As far as if he’s completely cleaned out yet…well, I really don’t know. From talking to other friends who have gone through this with their own kids, I just thought there’d be A LOT more poop. I mean, there was a lot of liquid but it’s not like I have a conversion chart for that. I actually put in a call to his doctor today asking about it (because he really only had those two lime-sized poops the first day and the rest has been diarrhea) and the doctor said he’s probably mostly cleaned out and to just go to the daily regimen.

Locked in.

Yeah, so, I just got locked in the bathroom with Owen while Katie was roaming around ungated. (I thought she was gated in but then I heard her playing with the dog bowl and knew she was on the loose.)

Talk about trying to stay calm in a panic.

How did it happen? Well, the door knobs were off from a kid-locking-herself-in-during-play-group-incident earlier that morning and I hadn’t put them back on yet (no, we were never given the little keys to unlock the doors—and we’d tried to find some to buy but just never did). So I didn’t even think about it when I shut the door behind me to keep Katie out while I dealt with a diarrhea pull-up.

Talk about an instant all-over body sweat.

Okay. I can’t get the door open. Who do I call? Who is closest that might be home? I thought of any of the mommy group people who were just there but I knew the closest ones had kids napping…

Okay, I can get one pin out—if I can get them all I can take the door right off the hinges. Nope, the other two are stuck. Calling Tom was pointless since it would take him at least 45m to get home (and there’s not much he could do over the phone).

Who would know how to get the door off? Roger might, but he’s likely busy. Ursula—she could at least come get Katie and then—oh, duh—she could likely put the knob back on. So I called her and she wasn’t home (5m away) but was in town (15m) so as I was telling her what was going on I was still messing with the door and trying not to sound terribly panicked…when I somehow managed to move something just enough to allow me to open the door.

Ah.

Breathe.

Wipe the sweat off my forehead as I thank Ursula for answering her phone.

Then race to find Katie…who was happily playing in the playroom.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

And put “buying keys” on our shopping list. 😐

Poor kid.

Oh man. The pooping today was the least of it. His butt is now so raw he screams when you try to wipe him. Hell, not even wipe with wet wipes but barely dabbing at it with wet wipes. So he’s completely slathered in butt cream tonight and I’m hoping he sleeps through the night so we don’t have to deal with screaming and a reapplication in the middle of the night. πŸ™

The Cleanse

7:00—The first 4oz of “special water” took 30 minutes to drink with lots of nudging.

7:15—I showed Owen what his end-of-day treat would be if he was really good—he was EXCITED!

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8:00—4oz in 20 minutes. Not bad.

9:00—And the tantrums start. He refuses to drink and wants to eat. Thankfully Katie came to the rescue and made him laugh by pulling everything off the shelf.

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So once his mind was on to something else, he ended up drinking the juice pretty quickly.

10:00—“Mommy, why are you putting sugar in my juice?” But wow. He drank the juice in 10 minutes with no prompting!

10:00–11:00—Begging for a snack about every five minutes. “Please? Very very very very please?!” πŸ™

11:00—4oz of juice gone in under 10 minutes. It looks like juice is the way to go. More requests for marshmallows. Yeah, who knows.

Noon—The juice disappeared instantly. “Mama I’m hungry! I’m very very hungry. I want something to eat!” πŸ™

12:15—The first epic hunger meltdown. πŸ™

12:30—Yet another typical poop (nothing explosive or messy yet!) but he went to the bathroom on his own…so he earned a Lego!

Lego Red Riding Hood

1:00—I think he inhaled the juice…but then had another epic hunger meltdown. I feel so horrible telling him he can’t eat. πŸ™

2:00—More juice, more requests for snacks.

3:00—Nothing was really happening poop-wise which was kinda scary—I mean, NINE FULL DOSES of Miralax and he wasn’t pooping?! Plus he was STARVING and I wasn’t sure what to do next because the prescribed daily regimen was complete. So I called his doctor (the specialist we saw yesterday) and talked to an available doctor who told me to finish the Miralax dosing, start giving him half doses of the chocolate ex-lax (which will actually make him poop, as opposed to the Miralax just softening things up), feed him a light snack and dinner, and to call in the morning if he still wasn’t pooping.

And then he snacked on his favorite cheese crackers, pear slices, and juice. πŸ™‚

3:30—He started pooping a little…but still nothing of the magnitude I expected.

4:00–4:45—The last special juice mix for the day. A few trips to the potty but still nothing much.

If this home remedy stuff doesn’t work, he may have to be hospitalized. πŸ™

5:45—His first real success (two pieces about the size of limes)! Normally I’d be thinking we were done but there HAS to be lots more in there.

We certainly have our work cut out for us…

Impacted. Ugh.

So…I haven’t been talking about it, but Owen is still having major poop(ing) issues. Everything from constipation to diarrhea. Lately we’ve been going through 5-7 pairs of underwear a day. πŸ™

We’ve tried eliminating milk from his diet, he was tested for Celiac, we gave him probiotics…and nothing ever really seemed to help. So we scheduled an appointment with the GI specialist and it was this morning.

The diagnosis? He’s impacted. All the little peanut-buttery poops we’ve been getting is basically leakage because he has so much poop backed up that the soft stuff is all that will come out. (I’m sure it hasn’t been impacted the whole seven months…but it’s apparently been most of the time.)

So, we basically get to do colonoscopy prep without actually having the colonoscopy. A full dose of Miralax every hour from 8a–5pm and then a maintenance schedule of one full dose of Miralax every day PLUS Ex-Lax chocolates PLUS mineral oil PLUS as much of a high fiber diet as we can get him to eat PLUS sitting on the potty after each meal blowing up balloons (it mimics the action of pooping).

FOR SIX WEEKS. 😯

We basically have to retrain (and shrink) his colon while trying to teach him how to poop.

I can promise that tomorrow is NOT going to be fun for either of us. Nor is the following six weeks. But hopefully it will do some good… I’m hoping we’ll get back into undies fairly quickly.

So, then it was off to get him an X-ray and Tom met us there because of the whole no-kids-sitting-alone thing. Which Owen LOVED. πŸ™‚

As far as him understanding what’s going on… He just knows he went to the doctor to see if we could fix his pooping. I explained what’s going to happen tomorrow (he has to drink lots of water and will be pooping a lot)…but who knows how much he really understands. πŸ™

Photos from the day…

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Katie’s 9 month well-visit.

Weight: 20lbs. 14oz. (was 18 lbs.)—81st percentile
Height: 29-3/4″ (was 28-1/2β€³)—97th percentile
Head: 17-3/4″ (was 17-1/4β€³)—79th percentile

For comparison, Owen at 9 months was:
Weight: 22lbs. 10oz. (50–75th percentile)
Height: 30½” (95th percentile)
Head: 26β€³ (95th percentile) 😯 He really did have a big head!

So they were actually about the same at 6m, but at 9m, she’s smaller! YAY!

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I got to check YES on everything on her milestones sheet, so the doc said she is doing perfectly. She also wasn’t due for any vaccinations, but we apparently missed something at 6m because they were out of it, so she got it today. It was just one quick shot and she cried for two seconds but that was it. GOOD BABY!

Chest X-ray

So since I’m still kinda half coughing and wheezing, the doctor put me on Allegra (in case it’s allergies) and ordered a chest X-ray just in case anything weird is going on that she can’t tell.

It was a bit of a pain, though, because I couldn’t have the kids with me (ugh) so the first trip was wasted and I spent the afternoon trying to figure out childcare for a 10-minute process. (Our regular sitter ended up watching them after school for an hour while I ran back into town.)

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UPDATE: The results show a perfectly clear chest so nothing strange…

Dentist time!

Wow. Owen could not have been more awesome at the dentist today!!

Full cleaning.
Full flossing.
Full X-rays.

No whining.
No refusals.
No stubbornness.

Such a difference six months makes.

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Then when they put his X-rays on the monitor he says “Awesome!” And he thanked the hygienist. And he agreed to share his ice cream (treat) with the dentist!

So I was just planning on giving him ice cream at home but he said he wanted a cone…so I pulled into McDonalds. They took so long with the car in front of me that the cone was dripping by the time I got it. So I cleaned it up and handed it back to Owen. Well, a mile down the road after waiting in traffic the cone was dripping all over Owen.

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So I had to take a quick detour into the Best Buy parking lot to clean up the melty cone, wipe down Owen, take the paper off the cone, and clean up the drips on the car seat. :/

Poison Control

Well, we just survived our first Poison Control Center call (800-222-1222). And we now know that STINK FREE Urine Odor Remover is non-toxic, even though it doesn’t say it anywhere on the bottle.

It was Katie. She was upstairs with Tom and Owen while I was making dinner. Our best guess is that she knocked it over and either got splashed or she then licked the bottle or carpet.

It was my fail because I left the flip-top lid open for some unknown reason, thinking that we wouldn’t be in the upstairs living room anytime soon. It was Tom’s fail because he was roughhousing with Owen and wasn’t playing close attention to what she was doing.

We first called the 800# on the bottle and they were less than helpful. The lady that answered the phone was obviously unprepared for URGENT calls of that magnitude and pretty much said “Well, um, we’ve had it happen before and nothing bad happened. But I’d still take her to the doctor.” Then said she’d transfer me to someone who knew more about the product, but that sent me to voicemail.

So then I remembered that I had the Poison Control number in my phone (and have ever since I was pregnant with Owen) but had just never had to use it before. The woman there was helpful—even though the bottle had zero ingredient information—and was able to tell us after about a minute that the stuff was non-toxic. WHICH MIGHT HAVE BEEN NICE TO PUT ON THE BOTTLE NEXT TO “KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN.”

So, it was a touch scary for about 10 minutes—I was pretty sure she hadn’t ingested much so didn’t want to freak out, but we couldn’t just ignore it completely. This weekend we’re going on a major cleaning and picking up spree (since she can now pull herself up and reach things she couldn’t before)…

It’s my turn.

I’ve been coughing and hacking up phlegm for a month now. Owen used to ask me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. if I was okay…which, while sweet, did get annoying at about week three.

However, tonight was a new one. I did my usual cough and hack into the sink and Owen came out, said “It’s my turn!” then fake coughed and fake spit into the sink. πŸ™‚

By the way, today was Day 32 and I think it’s worse than it was before. And my doctor’s appointment isn’t until next Tuesday. 😐

Day 16: Urgent Care

So, my last 15 days have been fun:

  • Day 1—Very sporadic light coughing
  • Day 2—Sporadic light coughing
  • Day 3—Sporadic light coughing
  • Day 4—Consistent light coughing
  • Day 5—Consistent coughing
  • Day 6—Consistent coughing
  • Day 7—Consistent hacking; hoarse
  • Day 8—Consistent hacking with phlegm; hoarse
  • Day 9—Consistent hacking with phlegm; hoarse
  • Day 10—Sporadic hacking with phlegm
  • Day 11—Sporadic hacking with phlegm; NyQuil
  • Day 12—Sporadic hacking with phlegm; NyQuil
  • Day 13—Consistent hacking with less phlegm but adding snot; NyQuil
  • Day 14—Hard hacking with lots of phlegm and snot; NyQuil
  • Day 15—Hard hacking with lots of phlegm and snot; NyQuil even though it hasn’t really been working (I’m up at all hours of the night hacking)
  • Day 16—The day before I leave for Myrtle Beach…I figure I’d better get checked out just in case it’s something more serious. Also, a friend who recently had the same thing for three weeks said a hydrocodone cough syrup was the only thing that let her sleep…so I wanted that.

Of course I couldn’t get in to see my regular doc so they suggested Urgent Care next door. I’d never been there…and after today, I remember why I hate walk-in clinics. There were only five people ahead of me…but I waited almost 2.5 hours to get into a room. And then another 20 minutes to see the doc.

And I didn’t really like her.

One, she didn’t even listen to my chest! She just asked me questions and watched/listened to me cough.

Two, I had to argue with her about the cough syrup and practically had to BEG for it—she didn’t want me to suppress my cough because I “have to get the crap out.” I said “BUT I NEED TO SLEEP.” She says “Well how will you hear them [points to Owen and Katie]?” Um, excuse me, but THAT’S MY BUSINESS, THANKS. I did tell her I’d have grandparents around to help out, and it seemed to sway her. But I literally argued with her for three minutes about it. In the end I still don’t think she gave me cough syrup, but some type of tabs (?). I’m not sure yet but that comes later…

Three, she heard me wheezing a little and asked if I ever wheezed before. Huh? I said like ever in my life, when I’m sick, or what? She says ever. So I say of course (thinking DUH—every time I get a chest cold?!) so she says she wants me to use an inhaler. Huh? Okay, whatever, on Day 16 I’ll try anything.

Four, I never even got a diagnosis. Which I didn’t even realize until after I got home and Tom asked me what I had. 😐

So I pack up and walk across the hallway to the pharmacy (well, I had to walk outside, but it’s literally 10′ away under the same awning) and since the scrips are all electronic, they already had them. I waited less than five minutes (which is why I use this pharmacy) and I was on my way.

So I was almost home (15 minutes from the pharmacy, 25 minutes if you count the walk out to the car and getting both kids buckled in) when I get a phone call from the pharmacy saying the doctor just sent over one last prescription.

Ugh.

I didn’t pay close attention before I left the pharmacy so I missed that she only gave me two of the three she mentioned (I noticed there were three line items but I had bought something else but obviously it didn’t click). So I had to turn around and go all the way back for that one last prescription that I had had to fight for. 😐

I was pissed. In my mind, there was no good reason it didn’t come over with the other two, but a friend later told me that since hydrocodone is a narcotic, it requires an actual written prescription (not electronic). That said, she should have made sure I walked out with it.

Owen asked what was wrong and I said I was mad at the doctor and he said I shouldn’t be mad at her because she helped me. I hate when he’s smart. :p So I said he was right, and that I was frustrated (one of his favorite words). And he says “Word of the day! Frustrated!” I said yes, it certainly was the word of the day.

I called Tom to see if he could get it by chance, and he called back when I was about halfway there. I thought he had to work late but he said this could be a good reason for him to leave early, so I said yay and turned around.

So here’s hoping I actually sleep ALL through the night tonight…and get healthy soon. I’d much rather knock down drag out flu for two days than this semi-sickness for three weeks.

A Lego minifig head is exactly the size of Owen’s nostril.

Wonder how I know? 😐

Yes, this was the first thing he actually stuck up his nose and couldn’t get out. I had to get the tweezers and threaten to take all his Legos away if he did it again.

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>>> FACEBOOK COMMENTS

  • Karen—And that item looks pissed!
  • Sheryl—Look at Owen’s face – did he get yelled at?
  • Katherine—It happens
  • Jennifer—Sheryl, not yelled at, but definitely told to SIT STILL AND DON’T TOUCH IT while I ran to get the tweezers…and to not do it again.
  • Andrew—*laughs* Poor Owen.
  • Jean—Remember when one of your “Brownie” friends stuck a Nerd up her nose in the car on the way to Cedar Point? OMG.
  • Kristin—My brother in law didn’t stick things up his nose. He stuck red hots up his SISTER’S nose.
  • Tammy—Poor Owen looks like he belongs in one of the Bad Dog pictures.
  • Jennifer—He was actually just watching Sesame Street. He wasn’t upset.
  • Jeremy—Whatever that is that was up his nose doesn’t look happy about it.
  • Nancy—Awww! That photo is just great! I stuck a crayon in my belly button and my mom took me to the hospital because I wouldn’t tell her what happened, I was crying, and it was red. Kids, man.

Four year well-visit

Height: 45″ (greater than 97th percentile) — was 42.5″ at 36m (greater than 100th percentile)
Weight: 51# (greater than the 97th percentile) — was 45# at 36m (greater than 100th percentile)

So…overall he’s gained six pounds from his three-year well-visit…but he was actually up to 56# as of November (when he was weighed at his pink eye appointment) which means he had gained 11# at one point. But, he’s lost 5# since then. Interestingly, the doc said his weight is still a little high for his height!! But she doesn’t really know his history, as this is the first time she’s seen him. When I explained that he’s always been over the 100th percentile, she felt a little better about it.

He did really well with the weighing and vision test, but the iron test threw him for a loop since he got his finger pricked. Hoo boy. “OUCHIE! OUCHIE! OUCHIE!” And he hated the band-aid and wanted that off. And there was crying and snot dripping and the whole nine yards. Had I been expecting the iron test, I would have asked to wait and do it at the end of the appointment. Because then I had to try and get him to calm down to finish asking him the questions on the 48m assessment (things like Does he know middle, above, between, below? What is his response if you ask him what to do when he’s hungry? Can he name five colors?) so I was asking him those things…and he was NOT being cooperative since he was concerned about his finger. But then he got my phone to play with and settled a little.

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The pediatrician checked him out and said everything looked good (heart, lungs, ears, etc.). I brought up my concerns about his poop…and I wasn’t overly impressed with her level of concern (or rather lack thereof). Her initial response was “Oh it can take six months to learn to poop.” Yeah, that’s not really the entire issue (and it HAS been six months). So after some urging on my part, she ordered blood work to test for celiac (hopefully just to rule it out) and agreed that we should try a no-cows-milk diet to see if anything changes. Then depending on the blood work results and our diet results, she’ll get us an appointment with the GI specialist if necessary.

Then it was time for vaccinations, which was awful…screaming and crying and snot (the usual). I debated saving the blood work (at another location) for another day, but figured it would be better to just get it all done in one day. So we went there after and he didn’t like that much, either…but it went okay.

So now we wait for results. And in the meantime, hope to see some results from the no-milk diet…

What I did all day.

It took me about five hours to bake four double layer cakes for Owen’s birthday cake.

Why so many?

Well, for starters, the theme was Legos, so I wanted to make a bunch of Lego blocks (squares and rectangles) and I knew one cake certainly wouldn’t be enough so planned on two from the start. Then as I was making the second cake, I realized I left out an egg…so called dad and Lin who were at the store and had them pick up two more, just in case the minus-one-egg cake didn’t turn out plus an extra in case I had a kitchen catastrophe. πŸ™‚

I was exhausted by this time (about 5pm) but still had to make the frosting and get the first layer on. What a mess—and I was being careful!

Facebook post, 4:49pm: Someone slap me if I decide to make Owen’s birthday cake next year. I’m 5 hours in and not even close to done. And the *hard* part is next.

Unfortunately, it was a nightmare. I didn’t love the taste of the frosting (made with Crisco and powdered sugar) and it was an absolute mess to work with. And I can’t frost a cake to save my life— which I already kinda knew but thought I could certainly do some square cakes—so that didn’t help. And trying to frost the marshmallows (what was suggested for the Lego pieces) was the absolute worst. THE WORST. Betty Crocker can kiss my ass (though, to be fair, I didn’t use their pre-made frosting). But I still don’t think it would have helped.

Facebook post, 8:55p: WHY DO I EVEN TRY? Ugh. I can NOT frost a cake. These look nothing like Legos. And there’s no red. It’s dark pink. And I don’t think I like the Crisco frosting. Too much work and frustration. /cry

Yeah, I so didn’t get the true, vibrant Lego colors I had wanted—even with my special purchase of gel food dyes. (No, I don’t even have pictures of those monstrosities.) At that point, I was tempted to just toss everything in the trash and go buy a cake. Seriously. But then I was more logical and thought since I already had HOURS and MONEY and TIME invested, we’d eat these cakes.

And the kicker is that I know Owen won’t care at all so I really shouldn’t be putting myself through the stress of it…but I honestly thought making a Lego cake would be, well, a piece of cake.

LESSON LEARNED? From now on…I will never make a birthday cake for Katie or Owen again unless it’s a 9×13 in the pan or possibly a layer cake. Nothing fancy. No designs. No themes. Ever. EVER.

Apparently I can’t count.

Mommy brain strikes.

Apparently I have lost my ability to count. I was getting a cash deposit ready for Tom to take in (from selling our fridge and the garage sale last fall) and counted it twice at $2400 both times.

Tom just calls me from the credit union: “How much did you count?”

Seems it was $2320. Even had her double count it.

Yeah, apparently when I was making $100 stacks of 20s…I counted a single 20 as $100. Twice.

😐

Katie’s first boo boo.

So, Katie still falls over once in awhile. This morning she fell backwards and landed on a plastic semi tractor/trailer…but didn’t really cry about it. But I moved the truck and put a cushy blanket behind her so if she toppled again it would be on something soft. So what happens? She moved and toppled sideways so she smacked her forehead right on this corner.

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And she cried…but only for about 30 seconds.

Fast forward a few hours and it doesn’t look THAT bad, but it definitely left a mark! (And isn’t she cute in another new cold-weather outfit?)

Katie’s six-month appointment

Weight: 18 lbs. (was 15 lbs. 15oz.)—between percentile 75 and 90
Length: 28-1/2″ (was 25-3/4β€³)—99th percentile
Head: 17-1/4″ (was 16-1/2″)—75th percentile

For comparison, at six months Owen was:
Weight: 19 lbs. 7 oz.—so 1 lb. 7 oz more!
Length: 28-1/2″—the exact same length!

The doctor said everything looks great. She was just ever-so-slightly concerned that she hasn’t started solid foods yet, so suggested we try real foods instead of jarred baby foods (like yogurt puffs, grain puffs, mashed potatoes, avocado, etc.) and if she’s still not eating by 9m, then we should see a specialist. But I’m not worried.

She did really well with her shots—hopefully because I dosed her with Motrin before the appointment. She got two vaccinations and a flu shot (with a booster due in 30 days)…then fell asleep when I was halfway through my Sam’s Club trip.

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I need my frog!

Owen was playing and cracked his knee on his drawing table. Of course, the tears started. Tom put him on the couch and asked if he needed anything.

“I NEEEED MY FROG!!”

My first thought was Katie’s fluffy frog mat—and I was confused—but Tom was on the way to the fridge…for the cold pack frog! I was surprised Owen had even remembered it, as we’ve only had it out once or twice.

Poor Owen

So for the past week or so, Owen has started whining every night when it’s time to brush his teeth. He never complains about his teeth the rest of the day, so we thought he was just being an obstinate toddler who didn’t want to brush his teeth. For the first few days anyway. Then we got out a flashlight and our dental mirror to look at his mouth…and nothing. I jokingly thought maybe he had a canker sore—and we looked—but didn’t see anything.

And he kept complaining.

And whining.

Every night.

So we looked again tonight…and damn if he didn’t have a huge canker sore (though on his lower lip, not by his tooth)! Poor kid!

Another trip to the doctor.

Walking into the doctors office…
Mama, I’m sorry you don’t feel good.

Awwww. πŸ™‚

And he was REALLY good while we waited…

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But the doc said it wasn’t strep or anything needing meds. It’s probably allergies or viral so lozenges, humidity, etc. I’m glad I’m not really sick, but I wish there was a pill to cure it. 😐

So, we tried to see Santa.

We tried to go to a USMC family-oriented Christmas party tonight on base. We prepped Owen for sitting on Santa’s lap and for telling Santa what he wanted and everything. He was excited! We didn’t have high hopes of him liking the crowds, etc., so kept our fingers crossed it wouldn’t be too big or too loud.

Nope.

We were fine walking in. It hadn’t officially started yet so people were just milling around. He didn’t want to do any of the crafts except decorate a cookie.

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I took him over to where Santa would be to get familiar with it…and he refused to even get near the chair.

Then as soon as the pre-party music started over the loudspeakers, he was done. πŸ™ He wasn’t as freaked out as he was at Sesame Street Live (I’m guessing because it wasn’t AS loud) but he was covering his ears and asking to go home. So we packed up and left. Before the event even started. Poor kid.

And now I’m pissed we missed the EFMP (exceptional family member program) Christmas with Santa, which would have been super low-key and perfect. Next year…

Today’s parenting fail.

Katie just fell off the couch. From what I saw rushing into the room from 10′ away (I was in the office and she was on the couch), she landed face first on a blanket so wasn’t hurt and only cried for about five seconds (I think of shock more than anything) but of course now I feel horrible. She’s just getting too wiggly/mobile to leave alone—even propped up/locked in with pillows.

Aaaaand it’s my turn.

My throat started hurting Friday night and Saturday I was achy and was thinking I had the flu (especially since I just got the flu shot) so last night Tom looked at my throat and said he thought it might be strep. πŸ™

Of course, urgent care was closed (the card I was just given last week with their hours was wrong) so I suffered for the second night but was able to get in first thing this morning. And it was before the drop-off daycare was open so I had both kids with me.

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And it wasn’t strep (yay!) but was pharyngitis (ugh). So at least now I have drugs. And hopefully this is the last sickness in the house for awhile…

And again with the pink eye.

Katie’s right eye started to weep again…which is exactly how her pink eye started the last time. We had finished the recommended full five-day course of drops…but apparently it either wasn’t quite enough or she got reinfected. Sigh.

What’s worse is she’s now caught on to the drops and hates them and slams her eyes shut and squirms like the dickens. Poor kid.