Grab Bag of Moments

I promise to be positive and happy today. No more death. No more tears. Well maybe a few tears but not from me and not in a tear jerker sort of way.

Matthew had impetigo which was "downgraded" (hardy har har) to a stomach virus coupled with his proclivity to get cold sores. He has the, ah, well he is not feeling well and he is not throwing up so you can draw your own conclusions. Needless to say that while he may not be vomiting what is coming out is just as messy, smelly and yucky as throw up... Oh the fun we have in our Technicolored world! The worst incident was during nap when he was rudely torn from his sleep because of this issue. He sobbed and threw a fit. He did not want to get in tub and be washed. I had to force him in there, scrub him down, dry him off and give him to Daddy to console while I "swabbed the decks". And do 40 loads of laundry. Poor kid.

We feel horrible for him and he is being very patient with the issue. He says 'OH my tummy hurts' and then you run with him to the toilet. AND he has not complained that he has had to essentially revert to a diapered state by wearing pull ups 24/7. His lips with the nasty sores are looking 100 million times better so that is lovely. Mostly it is the whiny voice that drives Kevin & I up the wall. I am amazed at the level he can get his voice to. The bright side is that I know once he is feeling better the whiny voice mostly goes with the sickness.

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When we went to the outlet mall a couple of weeks ago I was amazed by something. Well three somethings. First, Matthew's shoe size is a freaking 9-1/2. I crapped my pants. I mean seriously... I remember back in the day like what seems like last month when I was buying size 4 and 5!?!?? EKK. Second, Matthew is wearing 5T clothing in somethings. I am still trying to schmuck him in 3T stuff that ran big but man it looks funny on him. Just too small. 4T and 5T - again when the heck did that happen?!?! OH and he is flippin' 38 pounds even with the stomach virus! Finally, as I was wandering the Carter's store it dawned on me that in a year or two I would no longer be going there for Matthew's clothes. They only go to 6 or 7 in some cases but mostly they do have not have much in that regard. Same goes for Gymboree which I was also shopping in this past weekend. No more kiddie stores when it come to Matthew!?

This seems shocking to me in the sense that I seriously stopped growing in 5th grade. I have a hand print I did at camp in 5th grade and my hand is still the same size. I had to shop at and wear Stride Rite shoes until 8th grade. I managed to eek out an extra 1/2 size from 5 to 5-1/2 finally. I literally wore Keds until 10-11th grade for the most part because they were the only shoes that fit. I swear he will be wearing bigger shoes then me by the time he hits 1st grade! Which is totally cool and amazing and crap he is such a big boy is what I am trying to say. I cannot even say MY TODDLER any more because he is not, has not been for a long time. He is a little big boy and that is great and scary all at once!

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Okay if you do not live in my town, we had the biggest crash of thunder at some point after 4am last night that I think Kevin likely still has nail marks in his arm! I thought about checking to see if our fence was still there! LOUD. And Matthew slept through it!? BUT he will wake up if the truck starts up next door...

Finally, I am on my own this weekend with Matthew. Kevin is going away to see his sister graduate (FINALLY) with one of 10 degrees. She still has no job but hey she is super dooper well educated and could do anything that is required of someone with 2 (3?) advanced degrees that are very narrow and specific in scope.

I am just glad to be staying home. Flying at this stage of the pregnancy seems like a horrible idea more because good lord I so do not want to fit my butt into that seat. But really I had a bad day yesterday. I was uncomfortable all over, could hardly walk, headachy, my skin hurt for goodness sake and I just wanted to sleep. I feel much better today but boy yesterday was rough. Staying home even with a not so well child seems like a better option any day then flying to MN.

Though I was so fired up for a co-worker's Derby party tomorrow but it looks like it may not happen with Matthew being sick. We shall see... Anyway this is long winded as usual. Have a lovely weekend - stay healthy!

Motor City Here I Come!

So it is Friday at long long last! Hip hip hooray! I am SO not working when I ought to be considering I am taking off half a day to go car hunting but whatever. I am excited to test drive the Honda CRV but we will likely end up back at Toyota. We seem to be a Toyota family but we shall see!

I must also prepare for my 29 hour trip to Detroit (specifically Royal Oak!) I am going to a baby shower for my friend, Jen! I love a good shower - okay some of that has to do with the food but also to see all of the cute things people get for their babies!!!

I do need to pack a little suitcase. I am still some how hoping I can get around checking anything onto the plane and just carry on my stuff but the gifts I have for the future little baby boy are likely not going to allow that and what with all the talk of airport security, I am not going to take a chance. My concerns arise from the time we were taking a flight somewhere last year and, not thinking, I bought some play dough for Matthew as a surprise toy for the plane and they took a brand new $5 three-pack of play dough and tossed it in the TRASH... Flipping unbelievable! I was like 'can you donate it?' The stinkin' airport security dude told us 'they COULD NOT TAKE THAT CHANCE...' Yeah watch out for those 2 year old mother totting terrorists...

Yet this past week it was widely reported that liquid explosives made it onto flights past airport security. My thoughts on this: they are trained to look for the obvious - my son's play dough (which the security dude readily admitted was used in their training procedures...) but not for things that are well hidden and can easily get past security... SO I am sure the package of baby products will certain send an alarm up and would likely end up in the trash...

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Usually I would just drive to Detroit as it is only six hours and what is that, nothing really, right (especially after spending eight years in the Upper Peninsula of MI where getting to any is an 8 hour drive minimum) BUT the thought of driving 12 hours in one weekend made both Kevin and I a little queasy plus the whole having only one real working car that really needs an oil change made it even more onerous.

This is also my FIRST time ever to spend the night away from Matthew since he was born! I am nervous and hopeful that I only shed a small amount of tears which will likely occur around 30 thousand feet while I am stuck at a window seat (the only isle seats available were at the back of the plane...) next to some grouchy old dude who is wondering why in the world the tired looking lady next to him is sobbing silently into her palm! I know we will all survive but still he's ma baby and I *sob* am sad none the less...

Survival may include several incidents of wetting Matthew's pants as it seems Matthew only wants me to help him go to the bathroom. I am sure Kevin will be fine and it is ONLY 29 hours after all - what could happen in 29 hours, right. RIGHT?!?!?

I am hoping that no blood will be shed. Kevin is planning to take Matthew skating at the ice rink... hopefully this works out because last year Matthew shrieked and sobbed the entire time we were at the rink. In fact, the only time he did not cry was when we finally left sooo... it will be interesting to hear the report from Kevin on Sunday evening. And again with no real good movement from one topic to the next - What does everyone else have planned for the impending weekend?!

Y'all have a lovely weekend!