The barfing, burning, yarfing, whining gross post (skip if sensitive)

After a few feverish days, Greyson seemed to be doing much better. We thought we were out of the woods. Some friends came over for dinner on Friday, we even taught them how to put the Goose down for bed, hoping they would babysit for our big Valentine's/Anniversary night out this week. All systems were go.

Then Saturday morning we were all in bed thinking about getting up to go see Mr. H&R Block about our taxes. Greyson made a funny noise and I asked Mike "Did he just barf?" Mike said no, and then Greyson sat up and blargh! He just sat there in his mess and wondered What the... ? We were able to get him to his room and cleaned up quickly (Thanks, Mike!) and that was the end of that. I've never seen him arf before, other than the typical baby spit-up. It was a little surprising but not too traumatic.

The next day everything seemed ok. It was really a nice, normal weekend and we were all in the kitchen making a family dinner. I opened the oven to take the meatloaf out and Bam! Greyson ran over and smacked his hands on the open oven door. He likes to play drums on almost any flat surface. Oooooops. First major parenting scare. I suppose it could have been much worse. In the days since, other mothers have told me of their own scary parenting moments, involving scalding water and stove-top burners, etc. We just had a solid hour of screaming and running his poor little palms under cold water. He had some tylenol and nursed himself to sleep and hasn't complained much since. Whew! New kitchen safety measures: implemented. Mama guilt: in full effect.

The following week Greyson had some tummy issues, but no more barfing. I'll spare you the details. He came to work with me to visit on Monday. I was so excited to show him off - he hasn't been to the library since he was about 8 months old, barely crawling. It's too hard to find a time to bring him in when I'm not working and he's not in school. So we both took some time off for a quick visit. He clung to me the entire time, barely interacting with anyone. He did flirt a little bit and got to see everyone's office toys, but mostly he sat in my arms staring at everyone making funny faces.

Tuesday through Thursday he decided he wanted to wake up at 3:30 and come into the big bed. He insisted. He screamed for an hour each night. He finally came into the bed and wrestled with us and cried some more until he fell asleep draped across my head or shoulder. It was miserable. He let us get some sleep over the weekend, but now he has apparently passed along his stomach illness to me. I had a rough evening yesterday, having to grab a nursing baby and run with him to the bathroom, get him standing up, get the toilet lock open, and aim for the bowl before yarfing. I had really good timing, and Greyson giggled and watched the toilet flush with fascination.

We've cancelled our night out this week - Mike will instead make it a "man-date" with his best buddy while I stay home with Mr. Sleepless. Couldn't put a friend through Greyson's bed-time routine right now... we're still working on getting him back to normal.

If you've read this far, you deserve a prize. Hopefully next post will be full of rainbows and sunshine. Greyson's going to stay with his grandparents for the weekend and I'm sure he'll have lots of tales to tell. He's speaking more clearly every day, so hopefully he'll be able to tell me all about his adventures.

Sick baby

Today the Goose is at home with his daddy. Yesterday I spent the day at home with him. He's had a fever, a cough and a sniffle, and he's been quite clingy and needy for a few days now. We went to the doctor yesterday where she pronounced him in need of some TLC and a watchful eye but otherwise ok. A little crud in the lungs but nothing needing attention, yet. So we're taking his temperature, administering motrin and tylenol, and watching for labored breathing. No one is sleeping well, and Greyson even turned down pasta and meatballs for dinner last night. So we're living in limbo until the fever comes down...

I forgot to report last week on Greyson's latest backseat accomplishments. It seems like the ride home is when he shows me his latest tricks. That's when he started doing peek-a-boo with his own hands covering his face, and it's where he recently started blowing me kisses in his little mirror. He's still facing backwards - and for safety reasons he will as long as he doesn't complain - and we flirt in the mirror a lot. Recently I blew him a kiss and he threw one right back at me, much to my surprise. I do remember the ladies at his school sometimes helping him blow me a kiss when I drop him off, I guess that's where he learned it :-) Just the thought of it helps me forgive the eight times he woke me up last night.