Caturday

Dear Diary,

Edwin's fever did finally break last week (thanks to everyone for sharing their own terrifying infant illness stories! This parenthood thing, it really does a number on one's nerves.) But right after that, he developed a disgusting cough and snotty nose. He's fine now; just lousy with snot and coughing like he's been smoking pall malls for 30 years. In fact, everyone at daycare has the same cough, so it sounds like an AA meeting over there. What with all the smokers.

Today we are determined to go to swim class. It was cancelled last week (and Edwin was sick anyway). I'm sure that he will hate it. Ever since our first swim class, he has developed a STRONG dislike for the bath. This new water aversion is troubling, because kid gets dirty and also it is almost summer and he will play in the baby pool while mama works on her tan and he will LIKE IT.

Oh, and I have requested to cut down my hours at work to 3 days a week. I cannot handle this working pretty much full time thing. We will be poor, yes, but actually we spend so much less money now on drinking and going out that it almost works out. Almost.





Love,
Fluffy

Striken: Part Eight Hundred

Dear Diary,

The poor mad man has been sick with a fever since Thursday. I took him to the doc on Friday, hoping he had an ear infection so that he'd get his antibiotics and be all better. But, no. The doctor was all, "Huh. I dunno... probably a virus. But he's breathing a little fast, so keep an eye out for [insert list of vague but scary symptoms]. OK, have a great weekend!" Riiiiiiight.

So since then we've been totally freaking out, obsessively watching his breathing and taking his temperature (in between doses of ibuprofen). For Edwin's part, he's mostly been happy and playing, except when his fever goes up, when he whimpers and pants and generally scares the shit out of everyone.

I call shenanigans on this fever, and I call shenanigans on whatever foreign intruder is invading my precious boy's little baby body. Cease and desist!

Any comments about how babies get fevers for several days and wind up just fine are welcome and even encouraged. Kthx.

Love,
Fluffy

Happy Mother's Day to ME

Dear Diary,

It is my first Mother's Day, and I got to sleep until 7:40! It was luxurious. The BHE and Edwin made me a card, and we are going on a picnic today. Edwin's interest in the great outdoors is considerable, so hopefully he will enjoy it.

In other news, this week Edwin discovered his... cash and prizes. His meat and 2 veg. His bits and pieces. His twig and berries. (Should I go on? Because I could.) Now when we change his dipes, he immediately grabs for his junk. Even if it is covered in poop. Especially if it is covered in poop. Now I know why my friend J always offered her son a toy to play with on the changing table. But besides his junk, his 3 favorite toys right now are, in this order: 1) the remote 2) my cell phone 3) my glasses (only when they are on my face, natch). Did I mention the stapler? That's a favorite as well.

Also, he cut his first tooth a couple weeks ago. Also, his swim class went OK. He did not expose my breasts to the entire class, so that was a plus. He didn't love it, but he didn't exactly hate it. Also, I work for a government contractor and our contract is up for rebid and part of me (OK, most of me) hopes we don't get it and that I get laid off. Is that wrong? Seriously though, I just want to hang out with this guy all day. Wouldn't you?


Love,

Fluffy

Srsly?

Why are we doing this again?

Dear Diary,

This morning we are taking the boss to his first baby swim class at the YMCA. This seemed like a great idea, until I started thinking about a bunch of babies in a pool with their questionable swimmy diapers, crapping and snotting and drooling all over the place. Also, what if I drop him and he drowns????? Not to mention, he'll probably hate being in the pool and claw my face off trying to get away. And let's not forget that he will DEFINITELY expose my breasts to the entire class, what with his habit of yanking my shirt off and grabbing at my boobs all the time.

We're only doing it for the photo op. He has THE cutest swim trunks and bathrobe. Pics to follow (though hopefully not my mugshot for indecent exposure.)

Mother of the Year,
Fluffy