Oy, oh boy!
There’s a conversion in progress at our house. I’ve been working on this for a long time and I wondered how long it would take. Family needs to be in line with one another. I started this journey fresh myself, begging him to come along, but he was reluctant. He’s finally seen the error of his ways and has decided to join me in the journey. It’s so nice to do things together. Stay tuned.
Next:
I’m about to take my blogging learned info to the next level. I’ve been commissioned to set up a blog, importing old data from the users previous blog. We’ll see how it goes. This isn’t going to be too hard, but it won’t be easy either. I’m not going public until it’s done. I wouldn’t want to jinx it or anything. ;)
Change of subject, again - smooth, huh?
My sweet, wee baby boy is sick. He’s not a sickly little boy either. He has been the healthiest one in this house. He’s had the occasional nasty diaper that could be blamed on teeth or possibly a virus but without a fever and then a few runny nose sessions that never developed into anything worthwhile. Nasty nose that stayed clear and flowing so that we never had to treat him for it. He’s only been to the doctor for his vaccinations. Once, before a trip to Grandma’s house his nose was questionable with it’s drainage and we went to the doctor strictly to try to put off Murphy’s Law with travel and kids and illness, but again, nothing developed. Now, he’s just a few days shy of 22 months of age and he is sick for the first time. It’s a strange thing, yet a blessing, to have a 22 month old that I’m not sure of his signs of ill feeling. Strange that I don’t really know his “I’m not feeling good” behavior, yet a blessing that we’ve made it this long without the need for me to learn it.
CowBoy just wants to be held and loved on, not so different at any age I guess. A trip to the doctor has proved that an ear infection is definitely to blame. But that was really a no brain-er since he walked over to me grabbing his left year and crying, “oush, oush, huts, huts” (ouch, ouch, hurts, hurts). The fever comes and goes and he doesn’t want to eat or even drink. He’s had one wet diaper today and does nothing but lie around on the floor in the den or on my bed watching NickJr. or some other cartoons. My baby just doesn’t feel good. His sweet snuggles have gone from the ‘I love you, Mama’ kind to the ‘I need you’ kind. It’s pitiful. So I leave you now with these thoughts to contemplate and I’m going to go snuggle my sweet baby and see if I can get him to drink some juice.
I hope your sweet baby boy is getting to feel better. No fun when the baby is sick.
Traci
No, no fun. He’s doing the fairly typical:
feels good, runs around;
poops out and feels bad, gotta cuddle, toddler thing.
Throughout the day I’ve only heard, “Hode you, hode you.” Which of course, is 22 month old for “Hold you”.