Icky

I'm sick. :::cough::: N didn't understand when I told him about sharing, that germs are the things we don't share. :::snerk::: I have a fever, a sinusy nose (heaven forbid it actually run @@), an awful sore throat, and runny eyes. I never run fevers. Okay, so it's only 99, but my normal temp is around 97.1.

I've been taking Vitamin C. I've been drinking water. I'm waiting on a lemon so I can make my favorite throat concoction (1 mug of hot water, plus 1 tsp of lemon juice and 1 tsp of honey). I'm whiny. I'm sick as a dog, and I have to nurse two also-sick kids (although H's only had a mildly snotty nose, and a mild cough--no fevers for either boy). N's eyes have the nastiest green goo collecting in the corners, and while breastmilk cleared H's eyes up in 2 days flat, N won't hold still long enough for me to get near him with the milk dropper. N's now on antibiotic eye drops (I've seriously never seen ickier eyes--poor baby).

I'm getting a headache, and DH is off enjoying the screening of War of the Worlds (a perk of theater management). I would have gone, too, but a) I'm sick, and b) my mom preferred to go to bed rather than watch the kids (that's really okay, I wouldn't want to watch sick, tired monkeys either).

DH has tomorrow off, and he's finally going to get the blasted A/C fixed in my Jeep. I've been driving around in 99 degree temps, in a vehicle with no A/C whatsoever, and a black leather interior. I haaaaaaaate heat and humidity.

And N's up again, so now I have to take us all off to bed...........

Forget Tandoori Chicken

We had Indian food with my dad for Father's Day. I enjoyed a lovely buffet including Tandoori Chicken, Chicken Sixty-Five, rice, and the best Naan I've had in a long time. H latched on that night, and is now, 48 hours later, comfortably latched on yet again. I haven't had more than an hour's break since Sunday night. My nips are killing me. I'm wondering if H's thinking, "Forget Tandoori Chicken, I'll go for Tandoori Milk instead."

Or he could have just hit the 12 week growth spurt a week early. Ow.

The Joys of Toddler Nursing

N is nursing.

and popping off in between little vocalizing interludes...

doo doo doo doo, doo doo, doooooooo :::Jeopardy theme:::





doo doo, doo doo, DOOT! doo-doo-doo-doo









doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doooooooooo





doot-doo doo doo, doo. doo. doo.

It's happened!

You know how people always say, "When I win the lottery, I'll :::insert cool thing here::::"? Ours was, "When I win the lottery, I'll pay off the credit cards, the car, and the house, and then take all of our friends on an awesome vacation."

Realistically, however, it's more like, "I'll buy myself a cup of coffee at Starbucks."

We went to DH's friend Andy's wedding tonight. The bride's father passed out lottery tickets (scratch-offs) as favors. DH won four bucks.

So much for lottery dreams....

Suspended Animation

So, this might help LunaSea, who seems to have sent all of the ants to my place. If the nasty little buggers pop up again, kill them with Dawn.

In my everlasting tidiness, I left an empty juice glass by the computer. I came in a little later to remove it, and found ants all over the bottom of it. I took it to the kitchen and squirted dish soap in it, and now the ants are in some sort of strange suspended animation. Either way, they're not moving anymore, and I hope they're dead. I hate ants. They rank just below spiders and snakes.

H has the beginning of an ear infection. This is uncharted territory for us, as N has never had an ear infection in his life. So we're squirting breastmilk in it while we complete the three day wait to see if we'll need antibiotics. N has a cold. My poor babies. :( I hate it when they're sick.

I did it!

I took both boys to the doctor's office with me today, and I survived. :)
I think this officially counts as taking both monkeys stroller-free on an errand for me.

In other news, my doc rocks. When I informed him I wanted to donate breastmik, he said that was great, immediately signed off on it and ordered my bloodwork, he then proceeded to say several times how great an idea he thought it was, and how he wished donor breastmilk were more widely available.

Heh

Seen on a church marquee: "Pastor told me to change the sign--I did."