Last night a bat swooped down on me as I was getting out of my car. AND IT TOUCHED MY HAIR. Then it continued on its flappy, gross, flying rodent way, probably heading out to spread rabies everywhere. Because that’s all bats do, don’t you try to tell me different.
Then *I* went inside and flopped around shouting “I FEEL LIKE IT’S ON ME I FEEL LIKE IT’S ON ME!!!!!” for about 10 minutes.
family,JR — Valerie on August 19, 2011 at 12:49 pm
JR came home from school yesterday “not feelin’ gooooooood” and complaining that his ear, tummy, back, and head hurt. Of course this was all revealed at 5pm, right when the doctor’s office was closed for the evening.
So we soldiered on and this morning it was obvious that he had gotten worse. See, he never gets sick and is so baffled by the concept of feeling poorly that he spends his illnesses both sick AND full of woe. I called the doctor first thing and snagged an appointment for 11am.
And then he threw up all over me. A quick call back to the doctor got us an appointment right away.
Turns out it’s just a stomach bug (as evidenced by the vomit he left strewn about the doctor’s office). All of the other symptoms are just from feeling like, well, ass to put it bluntly.
While I don’t like it when JR is sick, that’s when I feel most competent as a parent. His needs are concrete and usually involve lots of cleaning him up and holding him. The constant thought running through my head is “I’ve got this.”
Plus, I’m really good at spending the day on the couch.
I keep shouting “Three months until three! WHAT???!”
Yes, it’s coming and I’m sort of terrified. Three isn’t a baby. Three is a *kid*. How do I have a kid? Time, you are fleeting!
(The fact that I turn 30 just before your birthday isn’t helping.)
Songs are your favorite things at the moment. Ziggy Marley’s “Give a Little Love” is the current favorite. You shout “LOUDER” when we listen to it in the car. It could be so much worse, so I usually oblige.
I’ve recently discovered that shopping with you is really fun. Some days we spend about an hour just wondering around stores like TJ Maxx, checking things out and chatting. You’ve started deeming various things as “so cuuuuuute” which kills me dead.
You’re in a SUPER cuddly phase right now which is just about the best thing ever. You’re all about sitting on my lap and holding my hand. I know this will probably pass soon, so I’m soaking it up while I can.
The biggest event this month was you serving as the ring bearer in our friends Sean and Kira’s wedding. When they first asked, I was a bit nervous because kids and weddings can sometimes be a disastrous combination, but you did great during the ceremony. The reception was a different story, but we’ll choose to ignore that (and to sing the praises of your Aunt Robin who swooped in the save the day). You came through when it mattered, and that’s all we can ask from anyone — especially someone who isn’t quite three yet.
Plus you were wearing a bow tie! Let’s be honest: you probably could’ve hollered the whole way down the aisle and no one would’ve cared.
“Well, sometimes it’s hard for me to be happy, and I’m just taking this medicine for a little while to help me feel better.”
“Am I happy?”
“I really, really hope so.”
“I like it when you’re happy. It make me sooooo happy!”
“Same here, bud.”
(Just as an update, things are really good right now. The good days are outnumbering the bad by an incredible margin, and I’m feeling great. To those of you who have been so supportive through this, well, there are warm feelings happening in my heart area thanks to you.)
All the rest is incredibly accurate as well. If you’ve had a week like we have, you should watch it and laugh. Because laughing is more productive than screaming “OH GAWD TODDLERZZZZZZZ.”
