Ow, ow, and uhhh... ow.

Today I got my hand stuck in between a cookie sheet filled with hot oil and an oven rack that had been sitting in 375 degree heat for 20 minutes. It was pleasant. I calmly, and of course politely, asked Paul if he would place the pan back in the oven for me so I could go and give my fingers a nice cold bath in the sink.

After being lucky enough to enjoy the gentle tingle that can accompany burns for about 20 minutes, I decided I would give in to my selfish needs and go get some burn ointment. I flashed up to Walgreens, leaving Paul, a crying baby, and a burning dinner behind in my wake. I promise you, it could not wait. I was tempted to actually rip open the box in the store because the lady that was in front of me in line thought that it would be best to talk to the cashier for ten minutes before swiping her card. I would have swiped my card for her just to get her moving but she seemed to be stocking up on absolutely anything a human could ever want... ever. I didn't think I could justify that expense to Paul when I got home. But I eventually made it through the line and back home, got the ointment on, and now I am left with one big shiny blistery finger with only remnants of pain here and there (it looks way more impressive in person, I assure you).

I had forgotten how badly burns hurt, it had been so long since I've had one. For being so little, they sure pack a punch.

Other than that exciting adventure, today has been good. My cold is progressing to the 'cough' stage, so it's more annoying than debilitating at this point. What I would give for some Nyquil.

Paul and I got some shopping done. New garbage can with a lid on it, because I MAY or MAY HAVE NOT found Alex pulling all of the trash out of the bin the other day. MAY or MAY HAVE NOT. And we got a bin WITH A LID for our recycling, because a plastic bag hanging on the handle of our pantry door is just not cutting it anymore. We also made a stop at the grocery store because Paul wanted to pick up some pumpkin beer he spotted the other day. We were in a store we don't normally shop at, so we were both a bit lost (this was the more expensive, uppity grocery store of the two in our vacinity... that is, if a grocery store can be uppity). At one point, we were in the back taking our time walking around, Alex in her carseat in the shopping cart, and Paul grabbed my arm and said in a very loud, demanding voice, "Go down the BEER AISLE!!" Several people stopped to stare, and I am pretty sure that I heard at least one audible gasp. As we were walking away (down the beer aisle), I told Paul that he should have followed up with a "wench" and we probably could have gotten kicked out... which would have been awesome.

Because Karma is a Witch

Hello Universe.
It's me, your own personal burp-rag, quite literally right now.

I know that posting a video of my unknowing daughter unable to keep her eyes open could be construed as cruel. But I promise you that was not the intent.

But still you come back at us like this.

Not an hour after putting Alex down for the night, I heard her coughing and gagging on the monitor (which actually happens quite a lot because of her reflux... usually not a sign of real trouble). I ran up the stairs and peeked in her room, and she was still coughing, so I went in and picked her up, intending on patting her back to help clear things up. But she is SOAKED. I'm talking hair, face, clothes... everything. And I am immediately struck in the face with the smell of vomit (and let it be known that just a few weeks ago I was asking my mother-in-law what the difference between vomit and spit-up are... and all she said was, "Trust me; you'll know." ... and now I do). I put her up on my shoulder and felt down on her bed (and, obviously, I had just changed all of her bedding this afternoon), and it was soaked as well. Then she started vomiting again. So now I am soaked. And the floor is soaked. And the little organizational boxes on her changing table are soaked (can you say... projectile?).

We got her changed (twice... she threw up again as soon as we got her in clean clothes) and bathed and back to sleep. She was a little shaken up, didn't want to be put down for a while (understandably so), but otherwise seems ok now. I'm at a loss as to what brought this on. She's had the sniffles for the past couple of days, but seemed to be on the mend. I suppose we will just see what happens tonight, perhaps give the doc a call in the morning if we have another episode.

I'm not a bad parent. I promise.

I just take advantage of humorous situations.

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Bedtime? I think so.

This is why I love my husband.

This morning I walked in on Paul singing 'Everybody loves kung-fu fighting' while making himself a sandwich.

This probably isn't funny if you don't know Paul, but to me, this is hilarious. I laughed until I had tears in my eyes.

It's the little things, right? Right.

Inevitablility just punched me in the face.

I suppose I should have expected this at some point. It was bound to happen.

I am sick for the first time since I had Alex. Not only that, Alex is sick for the first time EVER. I was waiting for one or the other to happen, because they are bound to. But at the same time? Come on. All I want to do is lay down and watch America's Next Top Model marathons and drink tea, but I can't. Although it hasn't been as bad as it could be. Since Alex is not feeling so hot, all she has been wanted to do is cuddle with me... which... never happens. So I welcome it. I just wish it was under better circumstances. We've been watching alot of baby einstein. Going through ALOT of kleenex. Have been on the phone with multiple doctors (begging them to give me a name of at least ONE medicine I can take while nursing...). Violet is helping out as well. Today was the first time that there had been any willing interaction between the two of them on Violet's part. I had Alex on my lap playing with some of her toys, and Violet came over and brought one of her toys for the kid. So sweet. Then I used my mommy magic to captivate them both for a whole ten minutes by turning Alex's vibrating chair on and off. Awesome.

I hope we get better soon. Being sick sucks. Watching your little baby get sick sucks more.