my baby is sick

My baby is sick, and I hate it. He is now old enough (will be 2 in 2 weeks) that he has some communication skills, but apparently, those have flown out the window for the much more pleasant to listen to constant wail of suffering.

I don't know if it's his ears (his sister has an ear infection right now) because he's not pulling at them.

He is coughing and has a bit of a fever... a girlfriend of mine just told me her daughter has croup. Great.

He is also wailing about his teeth...and those damn Hyland's Teething Tablets that I rave about to everyone else are doing absolutely nothing for him today.

So I sit, and ache inside, as he cries and cries.

I'm FAMOUS!!!

So, once again, my online friend Old Woman has pointed me to something interesting. This time, it's the fact that I am in a magazine!! Who knew?? Not me!!! Go buy it and check it out!! (or you can click here and look at the cover of it but not read my witty and sassy thoughts on Momnesia!)

The things you do when your internet is down…

Not homework, because that would make sense. Yes, I may already be done my assignments, but I am taking two classes right now, so why not get to work on the things I can do ahead of time?? Well – because it’s much more reassuring to sit here and click on the refresh button and hope.

No, I think that I'll reminisce. I could think about the things that happened today. Hmmm…morning started off okay, but once all my daycare kids were here, that went to hell in a hand basket fairly quickly. Between the tantrums of my own child, the whining of the one whom I suspect is fighting off something, and the bickering and fighting with the other three…my morning almost made me take a stress leave. However, after nap time, everyone was in a much better mood.

That much improved mood meant emptying my 200-piece Mr Potato Head all over my floor. Not a big deal – what was a big deal was that instead of playing with the pieces in a conventional way, the toddlers decided it was much more fun to see how far they could toss the pieces around the room. Little flying eyeballs and lips of mass destruction is what they created.

Then there was the “potty competition”. Yup, if you can believe it, we are trying to potty train a few of them here. My little guy gets a stamp on his hand every time he asks to pee and performs. My girl who’s potty training here is now excellent at staying dry, and only gets stamps if she poops. Another child has been having a bit of a backlog, and was thusly told that she would also get a stamp if she could poop. The deal was this…I need to see the poop…not just be told of it. In the space of about 20 minutes there were 4 trips to the bathroom to view and analyze poops of various sizes and colours; they debated on whether the poop merited a stamp, which was either withheld or passed out accordingly.

Then my older ones came from school. My middle guy, who was excited about a loose tooth he discovered a few weeks ago said “mom, my tooth hurts”…the thing was so loose I didn’t even have to pull it out, it basically just came out. Though he likes to say “mom RIPPED the tooth out of my mouth.”

For some reason, his tooth falling out had a soothing effect on me. I’ve been a little stressed lately (not getting into it now), but with all the grumpiness in the daycare today, I was about to explode. That tooth just made everything else seem so trivial.

So that was my day – teeth, tantrums, toileting and tossed toys. Oh – and my “down internet” turned out to be my PC stuck on an expired IP address. Simple refresh of the pc through the command prompt (makes me sound intelligent to say this – but I was walked through by the cable company!).