For some reason I can't watch The Biggest Loser without having a snack. This seems counter-intuitive, but nevertheless true.
Don't worry, I've settled for grapes.
I'm triple-tasking- TV watching, eating, and blogging all at once.
Yesterday I took the kids to get flu shots. I didn't tell them what we were doing until we got into the clinic. Then Alex asked and I was forced to fess up.
They both were doing this whimpering thing all the way down the hall. There was much moaning from my oldest, until we were checked in and they said that everyone eligible would be getting the flu mist instead of the shot.
So Alex and I were going to receive the mist, but poor Derek had to have the flu shot, plus two other immunizations that he was needing.
(Since he has reactive airway issues, he can't have the live virus that's in the mist. Oh, and he's not really supposed to have the shot either, since it's egg-based, but he's starting to tolerate eggs better so I figured it was worth the risk. Mama can't handle the vomit.)
All the sudden, Alex was quite nonchalant about shots. "Don't worry Derek, it's no big deal. It will help you stay healthy and it will only hurt for a second."
Ha. Funny how one minute earlier she had been the one on the verge of tears. ;)
Fast forward to Monday night, and my little guy started to have his usual reaction to immunizations-- fever, chills, and just plain not feeling good.
Poor kid. His body overreacts to everything-- milk, eggs, peanuts, illness, vaccines, you name it.
So I moved him into my bed because I wanted to keep a close eye on him.
I saw literally every hour on the clock throughout the night. He whined, whimpered, tossed, turned, and shivered all night long.
And that boy MOVES all the time.
Once, I reached over to feel his forehead to see if he needed another dose of Motrin.
Instead of his head, I found his little bum.
He was everywhere.
Mama had a big 'ol cup of coffee this morning.
And a nap in the afternoon.
We were up from naps just in time for Taco Tuesday.
Which is not colorfuel approved, but you gotta live a little, right?
We've been able to skype with Josh a couple times over the past few days.
He's still doing really well, which in turn makes the deployment easier on me, too.
If he were miserable, it would make the sacrifice of being apart that much harder.
I'm married to a man who is smart, brave, loving, and who has really good taste in women.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I love him.
The playhouse (hours of painting entertainment!)
I have no reason...
Josh, I tried twice. Messed it up twice.
I was looking a little rough anyway. I still need a haircut.
Happy Tuesday People.