-Can I take Nyquil while breastfeeding?
-Can I take Mucinex while breastfeeding?
-Is using an entire box of tissues in approximately 2 hours indicative of The Swine Flu?
2. On the day when I was the sickest, the husband was, unfortunately, in a trial AND teaching a class from 6-8pm so I had to muddle through an entire day of Bare Minimum Mothering, which included long periods of me feeling faint on the couch while Clifford, Big Bird, and the Word World animals took care of my children. Harper actually did a good job of tending to Hudson, even engaging him in conversation over lunch:
Harper: Hudson, eat your "tay-yuhs." (she used his pronunciation of 'sweet potatoes' which I thought was rather tender and considerate) Hudson, how is your applesauce? Hudson, mine is sweet, tasty, and delicious. How is yours?
Hudson: Good.
3. I wonder if it happens in anyone else's house that siblings who snipe and sniggle and wiggle and whine at each other all day long will, suddenly, right at naptime or bedtime, begin playing with each other like cherubim at the very gates, singing in perfect harmony and picking up as they go.
4. I wonder if anyone else has ever yelled at the top of their lungs for their children to STOP YELLING!!! and then realized that it would be really funny if their kids were old enough to understand irony.
5. Last night Harper and I were reading an alphabet book about beetles that she got for her birthday and the J page read: "June bugs usually appear in early summer during the month of June. That's how they got their name. How did you get your name?" Harper thought for a minute, then furrowed her brow and said, "Harper-Collins Publishers?" We like to read ALL parts of the title page around here. She may not like to write her name but she certainly enjoys seeing it in print.
6. Hudson has, unfortunately, contracted my cold and last night after letting him spend approximately 30 minutes playing in a nice, warm bath I decided I should take his temperature before bed even though he hadn't been acting sick all day. It was 103.8. Mother of the Year, right here.
7. I can't STAND to walk barefoot. Especially inside. I wear socks all of the time. (I try to match them but right now all of my socks are in a jumble in the laundry basket) But I can't STAND for the socks to get the slightest bit damp, so if there's a chance this might happen (getting the kids out of the bathtub, for example), I also wear these Crocs WITH my socks. It is an overall attractive look.
8. We had our first ever birthday party that involved people we aren't related to on Friday afternoon at the Children's museum. Harper had a great time and enjoyed having so many of her friends all in one place. She did tell me that night that "There were LOTS of children looking at me when there was the Happy Birthday song" which proves that she is, indeed, my daughter. (I had a grand total of 14 people at my wedding, and that was about 13 people too many looking at me all at once.) She also got a stomach ache after eating exactly one bite of cupcake. She is officially allergic to eggs, dadgummit. When her stomach started hurting, she said, "Mommy, we should get rid of the letter 'C' so there can be NO MORE cupcakes." Again, have I mentioned that "Word World" occasionally babysits my children? These are the invitations I made:
And here's the birthday girl, as her ladybug cupcakes melted into an Impressionistic mess because it is Texas in late May:
9. Certain key changes make me feel nauseated. I can't exactly pin-point which key changes trigger this odd reaction, but they tend to happen in the slow, building-to-crescendo ballads of Barry Manilow, Billy Joel, and Mark Schultz. If I happen to hear one of these songs on the radio it becomes difficult to drive. I am not making this up.
10. Hudson's favorite book this month had been The Puddle by David McPhail. The illustrations are beautiful, simple watercolors and the story tells of a little boy who goes out to sail his boat in a big puddle and is joined by a frog, a turtle, an alligator, a pig, and an elephant. Harper has been enjoying reading the Frances books by Russell Hoban. I really enjoy these books too, but the only vexing thing is that Frances makes up lots of little songs and I never know what melody to sing them to as I'm reading them out loud. This happens in the Pooh books too. The more it snows, tiddely pom? I mean really. "Jingle Bells?" "Twinkle Twinkle?" "Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring?" What? Does anyone else have this problem?
7 comments:
I usually go with "The Farmer in the Dell" melody--seems to fit more times than not.
And I think you have hit upon a key difference between us--I hate socks! I am barefoot all the time at home. Even in the bleak mid winter, I cannot have socks on while home.
Jamie--your floors are undoubtedly cleaner than mine. What I can't stand about being barefoot is walking on the grit and detritus that seems to litter my floors. The husband even suggested last week that I might be compelled to mop a little more if I took off the socks. He was barefoot at the time. We have linoleum in our kitchen and bathrooms and there is something very icky and sticky about bare feet on linoleum.
Even with socks, the cat litter on the floor forces me to vacuum at least 3x per week. Otherwise, it'd happen only when guests come. The mop only comes out when I see gray spots all over the kitchen floor - more than I want to bend down and clean with a towel.
I can almost promise you that my floor is not cleaner. I think my detritus-tolerence must be higher.
What did people do before Children's Television when they got sick? Any day now, I expect my children to turn to me and say, "Why are you yelling at us to not yell?" They already look at me sideways when I do it. Like you, never barefoot. But, like you, I might clean more if I was. Your foot picture was especially great. Do you really get nauseated at key changes? I only sometimes get weepy. This was a fun post, Patti. I enjoyed every bit of it.
I've been in Port Neches house hunting since last week. No luck...or maybe good luck? depending on how you look at it. Anyway, I mainly go w/ "It's Raining, It's Pouring" melody for songs in books. This especially works well for the book, "I Wear My Tu-Tu Everywhere" that Carrigan adores.
Soon, shows like Ellen and Arthur will become your children's babysitter. Trust me on that one.
I wear flip-flops year round in the house to combat the dirty floor feeling. God forbig I vacuum or mop on a regular basis. That's why I have a dog.
I got you beat on mother of the year. I sent my child to school w/ chicken pox since I assumed once you were vaccinated, you were safe from getting it and I couldn't remember what chicken pox looked like. Forget that fact that he TOLD me how badly he was itching....I told him it was a bite! Oops!
Billy Joel makes you sick? I can't even talk about that one.
Carrie
Wait, Carrie. It's not nauseous as in "I find this music sickening" (although the Barry Manilow might be a bit of both) it's just this weird sad, deep melancholia that overwhelms me and makes me feel hollow and unwell. It's really, really weird. It's almost like there's some traumatic experience hiding in my brain somewhere and this key change was happening in the background. Only I don't really have any traumatic experiences hiding in my brain. It's very ODD.
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