Yesterday...the great Vick's debacle of 2011

Yesterday was a normal day: me feeling terrible and C with lots of energy ready to burn.  So by the time I worked myself to getting out of the house the wind had really picked up.  We headed to the park anyway, but didn't last more than 10 or 15 minutes.  It was crazy windy. 

Then we had kindermusik, where C kept saying he wanted to go home (awesome).  Then on to the really great stuff.  Naptime.  Oh how I need naptime.  When he naps, I try to nap/rest as well.  Yesterday I ended up in my bed while he was asleep as well after a particularly nasty spell of being sick.  When I get really sick, I end up really dizzy and worn out afterwards.  C was patient in the morning, but b/c we hadn't done much he didn't think he was tired.  He played in his room for an hour (which was loud, so I couldn't sleep), then he came out to say he was done.  I said, oh no you aren't--back to bed.  This time he was quiet, so I fell asleep for about 30 minutes.  When I woke up I heard Scott talking (he was working from home and evidently heard C yelling).  I turn the corner to see Scott carrying C at arms length to the bathroom.  I assumed he'd vomited b/c he's been doing that for the last week with this crazy drainage cough he has.  Scott said, no, no vomit. Come and look.  It was a sight to behold.

You probably need to supersize the photo to appreciate the amount of Vick's that is on his face.  He had rubbed almost an entire jar of baby Vick's on his face and hair.  I guess he was trying to get it on his chest and back, which is why he got it all over his shirt. Amazingly enough he didn't get it on anything else--not his bed (where he was), not his animals, bedding, blankie or anything.  I was shocked.  I was mad.  Scott was much calmer thankfully and he took care of the removal.  Unfortunately the shirt had to be thrown away--no salvaging it--which is sad b/c it was his favorite.  The removal from the hair didn't go so well.  After about 12 washings, a fine-toothed comb, and dish soap we called it quits. Scott washed it one more time before bed.

Today he looks like a grease ball, but it will eventually wash out.

A trip to the dentist

So this post is over a month late, but better late than never.

C had his first trip to the dentist, and he did great.  I can't say enough good things about the dentist and hygenist he saw.  Top notch.  They made it quick, painless, and fun for him.  The dentist even let C shoot the mister a couple of times.  C told him he was Optimus Prime and this cracked both of them up, and they both went with it. 

You can't really see them, but he's wearing these cute sunglasses they gave him to wear.  He thought he was cool.  Then he got a token to choose a prize when he was finished.  Now he asks me when I go to the doctor if I get a special surprise.  Sadly no. 

Sorry...

I don't have a good excuse for not blogging other than lack of motivation and lack of doing anything interesting for the last month.  I'm going to try to get some motivation, but no promises.

Kicking chickens

We are still here.  Just living the chaos of life.  I am feeling spectacularly terrible with this pregnancy (yet again).  C has been a sweet little guy through the midst of it.  He's convinced he is going to have a little brother.  He won't tolerate any talk of it possibly being a girl.  It's so cute.  He always tells me the most random things at the most random times. 

For example:

Today on the way home from preschool: "mommy, I will help feed our baby when it come."  i tried to let him know that would be much appreciated once the baby got big enough to eat solid foods. I just wasn't ready to have the nursing talk with him b/c I could just see him talking about it at church, preschool, etc.   

Monday: "i will forgive my little baby when he pushed down other kids." Umm forgiveness is great, but you will probably have to forgive him/her for taking your toys. 

That's all I can remember right now, but he's always saying something cute about "jack-jack"--his name for the baby. 

My girlfriend asked me today if we'd thought about names.  Not really.  Scott is so busy and I feel so crummy that we don't talk about the baby at all.  I think we are just on hold until we find out the sex of the baby.  Just like naming Colin, we don't agree on any names, so it will be a long battle--so it's not worth waging until we really need to throw down.

I have no pictures--fail.