So, I got to the doc's office just a little late, but they still squeezed us in. I reiterated what I told Dr. C last night, and he gave Dante the once over, went over what I should and shouldn't give him, and we discussed his language development. Dr. C is on board with me, telling me I am doing a great job, and that this just seems to be a little bug that should pass soon. He wants me to give Dante a few ounces of Pedialyte an hour, rice, chicken soup, white bread and applesauce, so as soon as we left the office, we went to Target to pick up the few things my well stocked kitchen was lacking.
On the way home from Target, I called Gramma to let her know how Dante was doing and remembered that I forgot to get milk and applesauce at Target (SIGH), so we stopped at Albertson's for what I missed, and I picked up the stuff to make biscuits and sausage gravy. So, dinner tonight is something Dante can have so he doesn't feel left out tonight. He wouldn't like the gravy anyways (he doesn't like meat) so he can have applesauce, biscuits and I got him some chocolate wafers. I figure that stuff and his vitamins and he'll be right as rain in no time.
So, my baby is asleep again. When we got home, he followed me to the loo, and insisted we cuddle while I was...occupied. But how could anyone resist that sad face?!?! So I put him down when I was done and got to getting beans made, and he ran up to me, handing me the remote. So I first tried to put on Sid the Science Kid, but he balked, so I put on Sesame Street. I asked him who that orange fellow was, and he told me "Murray," so I figured he was just going to sit quietly and watch. Got the beans started, threw in a quick load of dishes, and when I peeked at the couch, he was out cold, curled in a little ball. I picked him up, changed his diaper, and he wanted me to put him down, so I did. He then ran up the tv, ran back to me and curled in my lap. So I checked his temp again (still 100.2!!!!) and gave him some Advil. He curled back into my lap, and I waited a few before putting him back into his crib. I put the fan on high, facing his general direction, and I hope that helps. I can't help but worry. Part of me wants to lie down, but the other part of me wants to quietly hover over his crib. I won't, even though I really want to.
Sigh. My poor little monkey!!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sick Monkey
So, I woke up and went to the loo, like 99% of the population, pregnant or not. When I got out, there was Dante, curled up on Hubby, looking like someone ran over the dog I have yet to get him. He crawled into my lap and I felt his fever through my pj's. I grabbed my almost dead cell phone and called Dr. C and begged to be seen today. The sweet receptionist squeezed us in at 345pm and as soon as I hung up, I got him some tylenol and took his temp so I knew what I was dealing with. You can imagine my chagrin when I saw 100.2 show up on the little digital screen. So I internally weeped and in a moment of stupidity, I got him a few swigs of orange juice. Not sure if it was too cold or too acidic, but it came right back up. So I went to rinse him off in a cool shower and you would have thought by his screams that I was dunking him in an acid bath. So I took him back to his changing table, and even though he was still warm, he was shaking. So I put even more maximum strength Desitin on his sore little bottom and gently put a diaper on him, and then I figured I'd just put a T-shirt on him so I could turn on the AC and when I put the shirt over his head, he screamed again! Good heavens!
So I tried giving him a piece of banana, and he took it graciously, then eventually left it on the floor, not taking even a tiny nibble. He tried to dance to Sesame Street, but his balance was off. Then he just gave up and cuddled with me on the couch. He slammed some Pedialyte and we played a little bit on the couch, but he was yawning and rubbing his eyes, so I put him down for a nap. The look of gratitude on his face made my heart flip flop, and I covered him in more kisses, turned on his "gowrm" (gloworm) and he just curled up and that was it!
So now I get to chill out for a bit, maybe lie down myself until we have to get dressed and head down to Dr. C's. I really hope he knows how much I adore him...
So I tried giving him a piece of banana, and he took it graciously, then eventually left it on the floor, not taking even a tiny nibble. He tried to dance to Sesame Street, but his balance was off. Then he just gave up and cuddled with me on the couch. He slammed some Pedialyte and we played a little bit on the couch, but he was yawning and rubbing his eyes, so I put him down for a nap. The look of gratitude on his face made my heart flip flop, and I covered him in more kisses, turned on his "gowrm" (gloworm) and he just curled up and that was it!
So now I get to chill out for a bit, maybe lie down myself until we have to get dressed and head down to Dr. C's. I really hope he knows how much I adore him...
A Rare Moment...
Since Dante was born on March 26, 2009, he's been sick 5 times. Two ear infections, one stomach flu, one common cold and a reaction (fever and listlessness) after getting his 3rd round of immunizations. That's it. And every time I hear about a friend of a friend's kid being sick, or a friends babe is ill, I count my blessings and knock on wood. I know that according to popular belief, since I smoke, he should be stupid, skinny and sickly. But he's not. He's incredibly active, scarily smart, and in the 50th percentile for weight and 70th for height. I'm lucky, and I know it.
Today I was a little concerned with the contents of his diaper. It was a little dry, like his farts were actually little pieces of poo colored chalk, that exploded in a little cloud. I got two of those deliveries, right before each nap. I figured after his second nap, I'd give him a little Pedialyte and some grapes to get him moving.
But when I got him from his second nap, I realized that his body wanted nothing to do with my plan. I picked him up and realized he stank, then I put him on his changing table and figured out why. That poor diaper didn't stand a snowballs chance in hell. My poor munchkin had it pouring out both legs of his diaper, and it went all the way up to his ribcage all the way around. Yes, even the front. I breathed through my mouth, put on my Mama Panties and dealt with it. I wiped him down and got him changed, figuring I'd call his doc, make dinner, and then get him a bath.
Talked to Dr. C, and he told me that I was to give him an ounce or two of Pedialyte every hour and no food until tomorrow morning. Well, Dante decided instead to guzzle the damn stuff and then after a few swigs, he puked. I got to see what we had to eat before his nap (spaghetti) and then I just said "screw it" and threw him in the bath.
He was in the bath when Hubby got home, and as soon as I put lotion, a new diaper and a fresh Onesie on him, he pukes again. So I take him back to the tub and rinse him off. He was ok for a little bit, and it obviously was making him upset that his Daddy and I were eating, so I gave him a few bites of applesauce. Lo and behold, a few minutes later, it was right back up. So Hubby rinsed him off and I cleaned up. (It's all about taking turns! LOL!) Then I remembered that when he had that stomach flu, Dr. C prescribed a couple anti-nausea pills, and he was supposed to get half of one at a time. So I put that little half in his cheek and rubbed,, but he didn't like it, so to make sure it went down, I gave him half a vitamin to make sure it all went down the hatch.
Long story short, he stopped puking, and we got most of a piece of plain toast into him and half of that container of applesauce, and finally got him to bed. My poor little monkey! I hate when he's sick. The worst part is the rash in the most terrible of places. When I wipe him, he screams like I stabbed him with a hot poker. The last two diaper changes took (seriously) almost half a small tube of Desitin just to cool that bit off. This is probably only the 3rd time he's had a rash down there that made him cry! I feel so very bad for him!
The worst part is my darling little boy being in pain. That kills me. The second worst part? The smell of puke. I have sanitized, sprayed Lysol AND Febreeze Air Effects and it still smells like sick. Ew.
So I am off to find something else to try to get rid of this smell. It's making my eyes water!
Today I was a little concerned with the contents of his diaper. It was a little dry, like his farts were actually little pieces of poo colored chalk, that exploded in a little cloud. I got two of those deliveries, right before each nap. I figured after his second nap, I'd give him a little Pedialyte and some grapes to get him moving.
But when I got him from his second nap, I realized that his body wanted nothing to do with my plan. I picked him up and realized he stank, then I put him on his changing table and figured out why. That poor diaper didn't stand a snowballs chance in hell. My poor munchkin had it pouring out both legs of his diaper, and it went all the way up to his ribcage all the way around. Yes, even the front. I breathed through my mouth, put on my Mama Panties and dealt with it. I wiped him down and got him changed, figuring I'd call his doc, make dinner, and then get him a bath.
Talked to Dr. C, and he told me that I was to give him an ounce or two of Pedialyte every hour and no food until tomorrow morning. Well, Dante decided instead to guzzle the damn stuff and then after a few swigs, he puked. I got to see what we had to eat before his nap (spaghetti) and then I just said "screw it" and threw him in the bath.
He was in the bath when Hubby got home, and as soon as I put lotion, a new diaper and a fresh Onesie on him, he pukes again. So I take him back to the tub and rinse him off. He was ok for a little bit, and it obviously was making him upset that his Daddy and I were eating, so I gave him a few bites of applesauce. Lo and behold, a few minutes later, it was right back up. So Hubby rinsed him off and I cleaned up. (It's all about taking turns! LOL!) Then I remembered that when he had that stomach flu, Dr. C prescribed a couple anti-nausea pills, and he was supposed to get half of one at a time. So I put that little half in his cheek and rubbed,, but he didn't like it, so to make sure it went down, I gave him half a vitamin to make sure it all went down the hatch.
Long story short, he stopped puking, and we got most of a piece of plain toast into him and half of that container of applesauce, and finally got him to bed. My poor little monkey! I hate when he's sick. The worst part is the rash in the most terrible of places. When I wipe him, he screams like I stabbed him with a hot poker. The last two diaper changes took (seriously) almost half a small tube of Desitin just to cool that bit off. This is probably only the 3rd time he's had a rash down there that made him cry! I feel so very bad for him!
The worst part is my darling little boy being in pain. That kills me. The second worst part? The smell of puke. I have sanitized, sprayed Lysol AND Febreeze Air Effects and it still smells like sick. Ew.
So I am off to find something else to try to get rid of this smell. It's making my eyes water!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
So much to say, but...
There aren't enough words. I have been busting my butt trying to get fans and publicity for my mom's new business and trying to find a name for this little bundle of joy that's kicking the crap out of me, and trying to keep up with the upkeep around here, and hell, keeping up with Dante might be a full time job in and of itself.
We had to clean up and de-clutter for an inspection (one of the fine print notes on our lease) and now that it's downright sparkling in here, it's been easier to maintain. It was nice to just do a load of dishes and suddenly my minuscule kitchen looked better. Still getting Dante to figure out how to put his toys back in their boxes has been an interesting lesson in futility. He has been mostly good, but he's still prone to just taking one of the boxes or hampers and just dumping them. Then he'll stand up and lift his arms, like he painted the Mona Lisa. I should teach him how to say "TA DA!"
And to prove to me that he is a little genius, this morning, out of nowhere, he stuck his hand in his Onesie and said "IN" then took it out and said "OUT!" After his first nap (he's back to two a day for the time being), he looked at his Dr. Seuss workbook, pointed at the word, and said "MAN." I nearly passed out. He's getting too smart! I'm waiting for him to be watching Real Time With Bill Maher with me and he'll just chime in with a snarky comment. Wow. He's too fantastic for words!
I feel incredibly lucky. It's like I won the Poor Man's Lottery. I am happily married. I have a smart, gorgeous son. I will have a new little girl to take care of by the end of the summer. I have incredible friends and family. Now all I need is to hit the ACTUAL lottery, and I can get a car that isn't on its deathbed and a house that no one will inspect but my Gramma. (And I'm ok with that! That would mean she's here!)
So, I have chicken to defrost and I need to get all the stuff together to fry some drumsticks and I think I'll make mashers and corn to go with it...YUM!
And on another note, I really hope all is well with my surrogate nephew. He's such an awesome young man....
We had to clean up and de-clutter for an inspection (one of the fine print notes on our lease) and now that it's downright sparkling in here, it's been easier to maintain. It was nice to just do a load of dishes and suddenly my minuscule kitchen looked better. Still getting Dante to figure out how to put his toys back in their boxes has been an interesting lesson in futility. He has been mostly good, but he's still prone to just taking one of the boxes or hampers and just dumping them. Then he'll stand up and lift his arms, like he painted the Mona Lisa. I should teach him how to say "TA DA!"
And to prove to me that he is a little genius, this morning, out of nowhere, he stuck his hand in his Onesie and said "IN" then took it out and said "OUT!" After his first nap (he's back to two a day for the time being), he looked at his Dr. Seuss workbook, pointed at the word, and said "MAN." I nearly passed out. He's getting too smart! I'm waiting for him to be watching Real Time With Bill Maher with me and he'll just chime in with a snarky comment. Wow. He's too fantastic for words!
I feel incredibly lucky. It's like I won the Poor Man's Lottery. I am happily married. I have a smart, gorgeous son. I will have a new little girl to take care of by the end of the summer. I have incredible friends and family. Now all I need is to hit the ACTUAL lottery, and I can get a car that isn't on its deathbed and a house that no one will inspect but my Gramma. (And I'm ok with that! That would mean she's here!)
So, I have chicken to defrost and I need to get all the stuff together to fry some drumsticks and I think I'll make mashers and corn to go with it...YUM!
And on another note, I really hope all is well with my surrogate nephew. He's such an awesome young man....
Friday, April 8, 2011
That's the word I was looking for!
SURREAL! I'm sitting here watching an episode of Deliver Me, and I know I only watch this schlock when I am pregnant, but one of the doctors asked a laboring mom if it felt surreal and it hit me! That's the word I have been looking for since I got the plus sign on a stick in December! Yikes!
Today was excellent, though! Woke up early, went to Target, got diapers, soap, some canned goods, all kinds of goodies on the cheap, then went to Albertson's to hit up a meat sale, and milk, too, and saved a ton there, too. As soon as I got home, I did the math between the two stores, and I saved over $100, which makes me feel like a champ! There were a lot of things I picked up that were niceties, as opposed to necessities (a new purse, a new wallet, cleaning stuff that was on sale and new sippy cups for Dante), but I saved more than enough to justify them, and still have cash for the flea market tomorrow! YAY! More chile! And Dante and I can snack on tamales again! I love that my little man loves tamales! Makes me happy on the inside!
After Dante got a short nap, we went downstairs to meet up with a neighbor and her two kids: Her son is 2, and her daughter is almost 5 months. I keep telling her she's contagious, since I got that plus sign right after she delivered! LOL! The boys had a blast hopping up and down in Starbucks, then we decided to pack up and head back to the patio off of our community room, and the boys drew all over with sidewalk chalk and chased each other. SO. MUCH. FUN!!! I love when I get to see that look on Dante's face; the one where if he somehow managed to be any happier, his head would explode.
After we had parted ways, I got a text from my neighbor, telling me that her son wanted to color with DAAAAAAAAANNNNTE again, and I giggled. Such a sweet family!
But Dante's up and I have chile dogs to make, so....This is your friendly neighborhood Mama Bat, signing off for the day! =D
Today was excellent, though! Woke up early, went to Target, got diapers, soap, some canned goods, all kinds of goodies on the cheap, then went to Albertson's to hit up a meat sale, and milk, too, and saved a ton there, too. As soon as I got home, I did the math between the two stores, and I saved over $100, which makes me feel like a champ! There were a lot of things I picked up that were niceties, as opposed to necessities (a new purse, a new wallet, cleaning stuff that was on sale and new sippy cups for Dante), but I saved more than enough to justify them, and still have cash for the flea market tomorrow! YAY! More chile! And Dante and I can snack on tamales again! I love that my little man loves tamales! Makes me happy on the inside!
After Dante got a short nap, we went downstairs to meet up with a neighbor and her two kids: Her son is 2, and her daughter is almost 5 months. I keep telling her she's contagious, since I got that plus sign right after she delivered! LOL! The boys had a blast hopping up and down in Starbucks, then we decided to pack up and head back to the patio off of our community room, and the boys drew all over with sidewalk chalk and chased each other. SO. MUCH. FUN!!! I love when I get to see that look on Dante's face; the one where if he somehow managed to be any happier, his head would explode.
After we had parted ways, I got a text from my neighbor, telling me that her son wanted to color with DAAAAAAAAANNNNTE again, and I giggled. Such a sweet family!
But Dante's up and I have chile dogs to make, so....This is your friendly neighborhood Mama Bat, signing off for the day! =D
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Restaurant Review: Rooster and Moon
This place was voted Best New Coffeehouse by Westword for a reason. We walked in, and were met by Weezer's "Say It Ain't So" on the speakers, and I got Dante situated while Mindy got menus. It was one of the prettiest menus I have ever seen! So much good sounding food! At reasonable prices! It was an amazing selection, and I had a hard time deciding. But what sealed the deal for me was the fact they have a high chair. Sure, it was only ONE high chair in the joint, but the fact they thought of that and had two options for him (me, really) to choose from made me a happy camper, since coffee shops aren't known for having anything for kids.
I ordered a GOAT flatbread with chicken breast, and an Elvis smoothie: peanut butter, bananas, dark chocolate and skim milk. It was heaven! Dante loved it too, so he got half! The flatbread was impressive. Like, an "I can have this twice a week, every week, for as long as I live" kind of impressive. The presentation was gorgeous, the flavors blew me away, and the service was the proverbial cherry on top. Dante got the grilled cheese, which was half a grilled cheese sandwich on Texas toast and a few 'Nilla Wafers. He loved it! Mindy ordered a chicken salad wrap, and I can't remember the presentation since it disappeared so fast. I can only assume by it's quick descent down her pie hole that it was pretty good.
I was sincerely impressed and amazed by the food, the staff, and the atmosphere, and in one quick visit, they made a regular out of me!
I ordered a GOAT flatbread with chicken breast, and an Elvis smoothie: peanut butter, bananas, dark chocolate and skim milk. It was heaven! Dante loved it too, so he got half! The flatbread was impressive. Like, an "I can have this twice a week, every week, for as long as I live" kind of impressive. The presentation was gorgeous, the flavors blew me away, and the service was the proverbial cherry on top. Dante got the grilled cheese, which was half a grilled cheese sandwich on Texas toast and a few 'Nilla Wafers. He loved it! Mindy ordered a chicken salad wrap, and I can't remember the presentation since it disappeared so fast. I can only assume by it's quick descent down her pie hole that it was pretty good.
I was sincerely impressed and amazed by the food, the staff, and the atmosphere, and in one quick visit, they made a regular out of me!
What a Week!
I had a pretty excellent week, I can't lie...On Friday, I went to King Soopers to pick up a couple things and wound up meeting a friend who lives just a few blocks away. Right after she got there I went to check out and I realized that my wallet was in my jacket. At home. So, I punk'd myself. But my buddy was willing to get my decaf for me, so we chatted for a couple hours. Always lovely to chat with a friend.
Saturday, my birthday, was pretty epic. My friend Mindy took me (and Dante) out for lunch, and we went to Rooster and Moon (review to follow.) We had a great lunch and then ran to Target for groceries, and after Target, I brought Dante home for a nap. While he napped, I played around on the internet and was planning on hitting the hay, too, when I heard the door unlock. What? It was 4pm! Hubby works from 130p to 10p! He saunters in and shows me all these fantastic clothes that he picked out for me! AND he brought me a torta from my favorite Mexican joint up North, Trompito. So I put on an impromptu fashion show and figured out what fit and what didn't. He did a great job! It was so awesome! I love my husband! =D
After the shock wore off, I got Dante up and we went to a local Pirate fundraiser for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation, and he had a blast! He loved the slides, he loved my friend Heather, and he was his hard to catch self! The zit on the evening was when a bottle of bubbles (Miracle Bubbles, my ass.) EXPLODED in my purse. I was able to salvage the diapers, ultrasound pictures and my wallet,, but my checkbook was all but destroyed. Yay. So we took off and went to a Mexican market for fresh tortillas and then I took back the jeans that didn't fit. Looked for a new purse or a new diaper bag, and I am just picky. I am seriously considering buying a new sewing machine so I can make my dream bag.
Sunday was pretty mellow. I only left to go grab a Sunday paper for the coupons and a cup of joe at the Starbucks downstairs. I love being lazy on rainy days, so that was pretty awesome. I did get laundry done, but when I have such a cute little helper, it's not really that bad of a chore. Especially when there aren't obnoxious neighbors to get in my way.
Yesterday, we were going to go to Albertson's AND Target, but my cart's tiny passenger had other plans. He was testing his "up" and "down" and then decided that my neatly organized coupon organizer was too neat for his liking and dumped it all out in the cart. So I got to find an empty-ish spot of Target to reorganize the damn things and then I pretty much gave up. We went home, I put some food into him and put him down for a nap. I was down for the count, too, so I passed out!
Woke up with a mean hankerin' for pizza, so I ordered pizza. And it was gooooood. Enjoyed some Being Human on SyFy, and put together a new rolling laundry hamper. I felt like Super Mom, and Dante was my Super Helper, handing me the pipe-like pieces. He is too damn cute, I swear.
I am a very, very happy Mama. Life is good!
Saturday, my birthday, was pretty epic. My friend Mindy took me (and Dante) out for lunch, and we went to Rooster and Moon (review to follow.) We had a great lunch and then ran to Target for groceries, and after Target, I brought Dante home for a nap. While he napped, I played around on the internet and was planning on hitting the hay, too, when I heard the door unlock. What? It was 4pm! Hubby works from 130p to 10p! He saunters in and shows me all these fantastic clothes that he picked out for me! AND he brought me a torta from my favorite Mexican joint up North, Trompito. So I put on an impromptu fashion show and figured out what fit and what didn't. He did a great job! It was so awesome! I love my husband! =D
After the shock wore off, I got Dante up and we went to a local Pirate fundraiser for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation, and he had a blast! He loved the slides, he loved my friend Heather, and he was his hard to catch self! The zit on the evening was when a bottle of bubbles (Miracle Bubbles, my ass.) EXPLODED in my purse. I was able to salvage the diapers, ultrasound pictures and my wallet,, but my checkbook was all but destroyed. Yay. So we took off and went to a Mexican market for fresh tortillas and then I took back the jeans that didn't fit. Looked for a new purse or a new diaper bag, and I am just picky. I am seriously considering buying a new sewing machine so I can make my dream bag.
Sunday was pretty mellow. I only left to go grab a Sunday paper for the coupons and a cup of joe at the Starbucks downstairs. I love being lazy on rainy days, so that was pretty awesome. I did get laundry done, but when I have such a cute little helper, it's not really that bad of a chore. Especially when there aren't obnoxious neighbors to get in my way.
Yesterday, we were going to go to Albertson's AND Target, but my cart's tiny passenger had other plans. He was testing his "up" and "down" and then decided that my neatly organized coupon organizer was too neat for his liking and dumped it all out in the cart. So I got to find an empty-ish spot of Target to reorganize the damn things and then I pretty much gave up. We went home, I put some food into him and put him down for a nap. I was down for the count, too, so I passed out!
Woke up with a mean hankerin' for pizza, so I ordered pizza. And it was gooooood. Enjoyed some Being Human on SyFy, and put together a new rolling laundry hamper. I felt like Super Mom, and Dante was my Super Helper, handing me the pipe-like pieces. He is too damn cute, I swear.
I am a very, very happy Mama. Life is good!
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