Archive for November, 2010

we’re alive.

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

It turns out that Drew’s Sickness was the stomach flu and he very sweetly and thoughtfully gave it to me. And Daniel and I both got colds which turned into sinus infections while in the middle of the stomach flu epidemic.

This was my first time having the stomach flu and the recovery is almost just as bad as the throwing up every single hour for twenty four hours. For two days, I’ve been unable to BREATHE without severe pain in my chest, back, or shoulders. Ugh.

I think we’re on the mend now. And I’m glad this all happened before we started traveling. That would have been a level of horror I can’t even imagine.

Also, I think everyone must have had the stomach flu last week. We sat down to watch Jon Stewart being interviewed on Rachel Maddow and he spends a considerable amount of time talking about puking every hour.

I even saw it trending on Twitter at one point.

I am just immensely glad that it’s all over.

sickly drew, decking halls, and team coco.

Tuesday, November 9th, 2010

Around 4am, I heard a whimpering from Drew’s room and my feet hit the floor. I knew that sound. By the time I knelt by his pillow, he was crying softly and holding his hands up in the air.

“It’s so sticky. I got sick.”

That began a day of Overwhelmed Horribleness that I haven’t experienced in awhile. Now that I think about it, today was probably the first time I’ve seen Drew this sick. He’s had a pretty healthy childhood and the crippling feeling of helplessness was new to me. My adrenalin kicked in at 4:01am and I’ve been running high all day but throughout it all, I’ve been battling fears left and right.

He got sick pretty much every single hour throughout the day and he did not subscribe to the notion that when one is dealing with such an event, one should hover near a bathroom or bucket. Instead, he would start making a shrieking noise and then run frantic through the apartment like he was chasing an invisible ferret. He’d hop off the couch and the noise would start and I’d grab The Sick Bowl and encourage him that I was going to take care of him and everything was going to be okay. But no, he would dart into the kitchen and then whirl around and crawl quickly through the dining room only to dash high speed through the living room and then wobble down the hall and then swoooosh into his room and under the bed. All the while, “AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE.” I finally convinced him later in the day that my way was much better but in the early morning hours, I cleaned a lot of carpet and did a lot of laundry. I’m sure his fears were just simply that he didn’t remember what getting sick felt like and it was freaking him out.

After four baths, lots of tv-watching, and reading Snow a billion times, He carefully slid out of the recliner and said, “can I have the snow-globe please?”

I was shocked because he hadn’t played AT ALL today. I was shocked and immediately wiggly because I knew he was feeling better.

So I marched over to the christmas tree and pulled the snow-globe ornament off and gave it to him. And he pranced away and then delved into cars and spinning and before I knew it, he was back to normal.

Yes. I said christmas tree.

I know it’s only November 9.

We went shopping a few days ago and Drew fell in love with all the christmas trees. After we got home that afternoon, he began asking WHERE IS OUR TREE and PLEASE GET IT OUT and Daniel and I just grinned and looked at each other.

And we put the christmas tree up!

Judge away! ^_^

So my little boy is sleeping, the tree is sparkling, and we’re cozy in the living room. Waiting for Conan.

P.S. Have you seen his new ad for American Express?

yawn.

Monday, November 8th, 2010

I can’t stop yawning tonight. Perhaps the time change has the best of me since I didn’t really sleep an extra hour. I’m looking forward to Conan tonight, the Ypsi Winter Farmer’s Market tomorrow, and finishing House Rules this week.

tight weave.

Sunday, November 7th, 2010

The tight weave of traditions that makes a comfortable hammock for some just as surely makes a noose that strangles others.

– Anneli Rufus, Party of One: The Loners Manifesto

autumn at the park.

Sunday, November 7th, 2010