Friday, February 13, 2009
January
Don't let the sparkly eyes fool you. In January, this little fellow was nothing but trouble. A Big Bad Cold, cutting FOUR teeth (his eye teeth), constantly pulling everything out of the kitchen cupboards, and realizing that yes, he was strong enough to pull the lid off of any marker.
Warner also truly fell in love with books last month. He likes to back up into our laps and flip the pages for hours.
I think his favorite bit of mischief is pulling everything out of the bathroom drawers. He loves Eric's meds. . . nothing as magical as the sound of 50 small zyrtec bouncing around inside a bottle.
A Healthy Dose. . .
All praise to the Tussin DM
I was sick during Christmas, Warner during the New Year, and back to me for February. And you know how it is. . . if the baby is sick it isn't too much different from you being sick too (if a little one is miserable, everyone is miserable). Yikes.
So thank goodness for this bottle of heaven. Eric would agree.
A weeks ago I had a terrible cough. The one that doesn't bother you at all during the day, but the second you fall absolutely exhausted into your bed decides it wants to be your constant companion.
One night, before I conceded to the magic swig, I coughed and coughed and coughed for hours. That next morning I apologized to Eric.
"It wasn't too bad," he replied, "I only had to wipe my face off four or five times during the night."
I was sick during Christmas, Warner during the New Year, and back to me for February. And you know how it is. . . if the baby is sick it isn't too much different from you being sick too (if a little one is miserable, everyone is miserable). Yikes.
So thank goodness for this bottle of heaven. Eric would agree.
A weeks ago I had a terrible cough. The one that doesn't bother you at all during the day, but the second you fall absolutely exhausted into your bed decides it wants to be your constant companion.
One night, before I conceded to the magic swig, I coughed and coughed and coughed for hours. That next morning I apologized to Eric.
"It wasn't too bad," he replied, "I only had to wipe my face off four or five times during the night."
Baby Water
Last week as I was rushing out the door Tanner asked, "Mom, where are you going?""A Baby Shower," I replied.
"A Baby SHOWER?" he asked. "You are going to shower a baby?"
I stopped my rushing and did what I thought was a decent job of explaining the tradition behind and naming of the Baby Shower.
As the garage door closed behind me I heard Tanner holler, "Have fun at your Baby WATER Mom!"
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