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Life in the fast lane

Kidlet’s sick again.

Last week we re-introduced whole milk, and not 48 hours later he was slammed with vomiting and diarrhea. GOOD TIMES, I tell you. Twelve hours after the leaky baby started he came down with a high fever. Sad, sad baby.

I took him into the doctor on Monday, because vomiting and diarrhea seemed to point to a milk sensitivity, but I wasn’t sure where the fever fit in. His ears are infected again. And apparently diarrhea can be a symptom of an ear infection. Huh. I did not know that.

His fever is gone (YAY!), but his diarrhea is not. And ya’ll there is a LOT OF IT. And it STINKS. Ugh. Day 6 now…the doctor said that diarrhea and vomiting can strip your gut of beneficial bacteria and it can take awhile for the good stuff to come back (which would get the diarrhea under control) but I’m not sure how long “awhile” is. Kidlet’s been waking at least 2 times a night for a diaper change. He gets really upset when he poops, so I suspect the diarrhea causes some stomach cramps, and then hurts his little butt once it’s in his diaper. Poor kid.

We’re pushing probiotics on him in massive quantities to help get the good bacteria back into his gut…I’m not sure how much longer to let it go until I call the doctor. But I’m also not sure there’s anything they can do it about it. This is sort of similar to what happened in late December. That diarrhea took weeks to resolve…

Since kidlet couldn’t go to daycare earlier this week, today and tomorrow will be spent inside frantically catching up on the work I feel so behind on. Which STINKS because the weather is GORGEOUS out. Little tease of spring today and tomorrow. Bah. The only good thing is that I’ve created the BEST 80’s Pandora station and am being serenaded by the likes of Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, Men at Work, and the Bangles. Ahhh…the sounds of my youth.


As far as work environments go, it’s not so bad…


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Mah baby is leaky…

I’ve got a leaky toddler.

Well, I suppose, in an effort to be more accurate, I have a heavy night wetting toddler. There. Accuracy. Leaky toddler was cuter though.

We have a fancy organic mattress that I don’t want ruined. (Yep. It’s all about the expensive bed. I need that shit to LAST.) I could go buy a piddle pad of some sort, but then you all wouldn’t get to weigh in with advice and miracle solutions. I would be robbing you of your opportunity to do a good deed. I can’t do that to you.

So help me out.

We’ve tried a pocket diaper stuffed with a 4x8x4 prefold.

We’ve tried the pocket stuffed with a prefold AND a microfiber doubler, stuffed with 3 3-layer microfiber inserts, stuffed with a Knickernappies LoopyDo AND a SuperDo.

We tried a cute Nifty Nappy wool cover that Amy at Babybabylemon was awesome enough to let me try, over a microfiber insert. I think it might be more effective over a fitted, but I don’t have a fitted…

We’ve tried disposables. Suzanne at bebehblog suggested I try sizing up with the disposables which we had tried a while back and wound up with leaks from poor fit, though I’m willing to try it again. She also alerted me to disposable night diapers, which I might try, but have to order online if I want them in a quantity less than bulk.

Last night we tried the Knickernappies combo under a PUL cover, and didn’t have any leaks. Woot!

The thing about some of the options we’ve tried is that they make the diaper HUGE and I wonder if that’s contributing to the leaking, because the gussets aren’t tight around his legs anymore. I don’t have enough experience (nor do I have a local resource) to feel confident that if I drop $100 on some bamboo fitteds, that they’ll work.

So help me out – how do YOU keep your toddlers dry and your mattress fresh and clean overnight?


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A job! And daycare! And napping!

Oh, I’m so excited to be doing paid work again! [insert happy dance here]


I mentioned a few blogs ago that a 4hr/week job I had would be moving into a 20hr/wk job in February. It’s not a glamorous job, and it’s not one I ever dreamed about having, but it’s good money for the time spent, and it’s something I’M GOOD AT. I’m one of those people that needs external validation, and the easiest way for me to get it is with a paycheck, so this is THE BOMB. I’m going to handle the billing and administrative responsibilities for a medical practice. But the doctors in the practice see patients exclusively in nursing homes, so they don’t have a traditional office, so I get to work from home, or at one of the doctors’ “office condo.”


Anyway, I don’t officially assume all responsibilities until February 1, but I’ve been doing a lot of auditing in preparation for taking over, so I’ve been working more the last week or so.


But that wasn’t supposed to be the point of this blog. The point of this blog was to say that today was O’s first full day at daycare (he’s been going for two mornings a week for several months). I was nervous that he wouldn’t nap, and we’re supposed to go out to dinner with the hubs’ boss tonight, so all morning I was having anxiety about O being a terror at dinner, and thinking I should just go get him so he could come home and nap (Hubs is only sometimes successful at getting O down if I’m not home, since I usually nurse him down) when I got a text from his daycare with a picture of him sleeping soundly on a cot. ON A COT!!! Not even in a crib. HOLY CRAP, what did they do with my child?!?!? The accompanying text, “He went down like a dream, no problem at all.”




This is amazing. I’m in awe of the nap skillz our provider has. I’m thinking about hiring her away and making her O’s nanny. We have days when even *I* can’t get him down…this is BRILLIANT.


(And I know that it might not be like this all the time, and that today could have just been an overload for him so he conked out as a coping mechanism, but I’ll take it, and live with my enjoyment until then.)


In other news:
Time for an easel.
That’s the refrigerator. I think it’s time for an easel.



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When to call the doctor?

I’m the type of person who goes to the doctor when I’m in pain, or I think I’m about to die. If either of those conditions aren’t present, I figure, “Eh…it will run its course eventually.” It works for me.

I’m not sure this is a good way to be for the kidlet though. Earlier this month, when he was running a fever, I waited four days to take him to the doctor. Then last week when he was throwing up, I struggled with calling the doctor at 2 o’clock in the morning. “Is this really an emergency? I hate to make a big deal out of something if it’s nothing…” I’m still not convinced that O needed to go to the ER (I think of the ER as the avenue of last resort, when death is imminent), but it was probably the best decision for the time.

As a result of all the illness this little kid has been fighting what little sleep he was getting prior (My kid’s a shit sleeper. I’ve mostly come to terms with it. Mostly.) to getting sick has been whacked all the hell out. I think the longest stretch he’s slept in the last 3 weeks has been 3 hours. (Which also means that’s the longest I’ve slept for.) Anyway, yesterday he started getting clingy again. And he added screaming to the mix.

The screaming bothers me. O has never been a fussy kid. He’s never been a screamy kid. He’s a completely little happy, chill dude. Even when he’s tired, sick, or cranky. But yesterday? I couldn’t change his diaper without him screeching and throwing himself off the changing pad. And I couldn’t console him. No hugs, no nursing, no walking with him. Nothing helped. He was like this all day. And then last night? He woke up screaming at about 2a.m. after having been asleep since midnight. (And then proceeded to nurse and nap, and not let me put him down until 4 a.m.)

So, the screaming. He’s at it again this morning. Screaming doesn’t seem like a reason to go to the doctor. But it’s incredibly uncharacteristic of my child. And he’s been sick so long, and it’s a holiday weekend. Is he in pain? Teething? Normal developmental milestone?

I don’t know what to do.

What would you do?


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Salt dough is NOT for eating.

But it makes lovely hand prints!


Smooshed and ready to bake.



Baked, painted, and drying.



Hanging on the tree. Sometimes I marvel at how perfectly little he is…


1/2 cup salt
1 cup flour
1/2 cup water
Mix until doughy, then knead for 5-7 minutes.
Roll out to approximately 1/4 inch thick.
Smoosh or cut out shapes to your heart’s content.
Bake forEVAR in a 200˚F oven until all moisture is gone. (Between 4-10 hours)

I had some extra dough so I smooshed Lucy’s paw too. She doesn’t like having her paws messed with, and she wanted to eat the dough, so it was funny watching her try to eat the dough, or bite me, eat the dough, or bite me. She was unsuccessful at both. HAHA. I’ll win most every time dog. Write it down.

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Night at the ER is not AT ALL like “Night at The Museum”

There were NO cute little historical representations coming to life…no interesting interpretations of ancient events unfolding…in fact, there was nothing clever about it at all.

There, however, was a LOT of baby vomit.

To be accurate, the vomit actually started before we went to the ER.

Poor O. Kid can’t catch a break. He’s been sick for almost 3 weeks now. It started with what I thought were teething snots, and turned into a high fever brought on by 2 ear infections and a sinus infection. All infections stubbornly refused to resolve with one course of antibiotic, so another, stronger antibiotic was prescribed for round 2. Antibiotics brought on a lovely case of the runny poops, which is no fun for anyone. And just when I thought he was a-ok; no runny poop, better appetite, no fever, and the return of his normal cheery disposition – WHAM – persistent vomiting.

Hell-oooo sicky baby.

He was having trouble sleeping last night, waking up every 30-40 minutes to be comforted, until around 10:30 when he was just UP. No interest in sleep at all. He wanted to nurse and run around. So, ok. It’s not ideal, but as I’ve learned, can’t force a kid to sleep. So nurse and run around he did, until he fell asleep and I laid him in his crib around midnight. I was patting his back when I felt his little tummy start to heave. Sheet, jammie, and mama clothes change #1. We did two more rounds of this, and then I got in the shower with him because we both smelled AWFUL. And he barfed some more in the shower. 😦

Pretty much every 15-20 minutes for 3 hours he was bringing something up. Initially it was lunch, milk, water…and then it just turned into dry heaves with a little bile. I called his doctor; waited 45 minutes for a return call (more on that in a minute) and decided that since the heaving wasn’t stopping, it was off to the ER we were going.

We’re only a half mile or so the hospital, so we were able to time it that he didn’t puke in his carseat (I’ve very thankful for that), and since it’s a small hospital and it was 3:30 in the morning, he got to go right back and get checked. Which involved a rectal thermometer, which didn’t phase him at all. He’s such a trooper when he doesn’t feel good.

Anyway, the doctor gave him some Zofran (to stop the puking) and sent us home about an hour later. There was no diagnosis other than, “Eh…probably some sort of virus.” Which is mostly ok – we went to the ER to stop the puking, but some diagnostic effort might have been nice. Turns out there are 2 other kids, and one of the caregivers at his sitter’s battling the same thing.

So, the doctor on call last night (who I called) was O’s regular doc, which I was glad to hear when I called his answering service, because he’s been treating O for the last few weeks. Unfortunately the doctor didn’t hear his pages last night, and didn’t know we were at the ER until this morning. He called around 10:30a.m. to apologize, and to see how we were doing. I’m kind of conflicted about this. I really like the type of care O gets from his doctor; he integrates a lot of holistic care into his practice, but I am not really happy about his missing his pages. I mean, I know to go to the ER in an emergency, etc. I called the answering service twice to tell them we hadn’t heard from the doctor, and finally to let them know we were just going to the ER. So his answering service tried to contact him at least 3 times. I dunno. I’ll have to think about it some more.

Anyway, the kidlet hasn’t puked since the medicine. He’s sleepy, but in reasonable spirits. Napping now…which is what I’m off to do too. Poor guy though, he has had one hell of a rough month.


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More crafts! With kids edition.

So, crafts with kids are apparently de rigueur, and since I have a surprisingly compliant kid, I thought I’d jump in this Thanksgiving with the ubiquitous hand and footprint turkey.

The kid’s dad held his hand while I traced quickly onto an old greeting card (I wanted the paper to be stiff, and the card was lying around). Then we did the same thing with his foot. He resisted a bit with his hand, but he’s kinda used to me smooshing his hand onto things, as I’ve made several hand prints over the months. I think he just kinda thinks, “Lady? Again?”

I cut out the tracings and traced them (really, I can’t come up with something other than “tracing”? No.) onto red, orange, yellow, and brown construction paper, and commenced cutting. There was a lot of cutting, as I wanted to make one for each of the grandparents, and I wasn’t smart enough to accordion fold the paper so I could cut three at a time, instead of just one, until I was almost done.


Once I had everything cut out I needed to ask the Internet for assembly instructions, because apparently kid crafts aren’t intuitive. I found this tutorial, and then stressed out about it LOOKING PERFECT. Because, you know, I’m a little Type A sometimes.

They assembled beautifully, and are in the mail to the grandparents so they can have a little piece of the kid, even though we can’t be with them.


In theory I’ll do this again every year for some period of time, so we’ll get to see how he’s grown. We’ll see. I’m kinda the queen of unfinished projects.


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