The boys are big fans of Spongebob Squarepants. Hubby introduced Peanut to the show when he was a wee little bit and now Bean is an addict, too. He regularly points at the TV and exclaims "Bob-bob!" Oy.
The majority of the show's characters annoy the hell out of me. I have to admit, though, that I think Mr. Krabs is a hoot. But EVERY FREAKIN TIME I watch the show, I picture Clancy Brown (Mr. Krabs' voice) as Brother Justin or the creepy guard Hadley from The Shawshank Redemption. It's unnerving.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
I.am.wiped.out.
The day after my last post, Bean woke up with a 103-ish fever. I stayed home and took him to the ped...lingering cold/cough with a fever got my mommy radar going. Lungs were clear, eye was still goopy, and eye drops were dispensed. He was still feeling crappy on Thursday, so Hubby stayed with him. He sounded wheezy and seemed to be breathing fast when I got home from work. Hubby didn't think he was wheezing, just noisy from the stuffy nose. I timed his respirations and they were OK. Peanut got hooked up with the Wii, Hubby went out to the garage to teach his martial arts class, and I settled into my bed with Bean to watch Nemo. Bean was definitly wheezy. Then he was REALLY wheezy, so I dragged out the nebulizer. He was still really wheezy and breathing at 60 respirations/min. Hubby called the on-call and they told us to take him into the ER. We went straight from sign-in to triage to the back. Bean had a series of tests and we learned he had RSV and pneumonia. He was put on IV antibiotics and breathing treatments every 2 hours and got to stay overnight. I finally got him settled down to sleep at aboyut 3 am. Between all the albuterol and tests, he was wired.
He's much better now. The wheezing seems to have stopped and he's running around like normal, although not eating as well as usual.
Apparently, RSV has been making its course through daycare. The kicker is that a child sick with RSV was brought into daycare the week before Bean got so sick and the owner had to threaten the parents with a call to DCF before they would pick the child up. Chances are Bean would have gotten it anyway, but I am pissed. RSV may have meant a nasty cold and cough for their child, but it meant a scary hospital visit for mine. I wonder if we'll be back to him wheezing and needing the nebulizer every time he gets a cold.
The day after my last post, Bean woke up with a 103-ish fever. I stayed home and took him to the ped...lingering cold/cough with a fever got my mommy radar going. Lungs were clear, eye was still goopy, and eye drops were dispensed. He was still feeling crappy on Thursday, so Hubby stayed with him. He sounded wheezy and seemed to be breathing fast when I got home from work. Hubby didn't think he was wheezing, just noisy from the stuffy nose. I timed his respirations and they were OK. Peanut got hooked up with the Wii, Hubby went out to the garage to teach his martial arts class, and I settled into my bed with Bean to watch Nemo. Bean was definitly wheezy. Then he was REALLY wheezy, so I dragged out the nebulizer. He was still really wheezy and breathing at 60 respirations/min. Hubby called the on-call and they told us to take him into the ER. We went straight from sign-in to triage to the back. Bean had a series of tests and we learned he had RSV and pneumonia. He was put on IV antibiotics and breathing treatments every 2 hours and got to stay overnight. I finally got him settled down to sleep at aboyut 3 am. Between all the albuterol and tests, he was wired.
He's much better now. The wheezing seems to have stopped and he's running around like normal, although not eating as well as usual.
Apparently, RSV has been making its course through daycare. The kicker is that a child sick with RSV was brought into daycare the week before Bean got so sick and the owner had to threaten the parents with a call to DCF before they would pick the child up. Chances are Bean would have gotten it anyway, but I am pissed. RSV may have meant a nasty cold and cough for their child, but it meant a scary hospital visit for mine. I wonder if we'll be back to him wheezing and needing the nebulizer every time he gets a cold.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
I was going to try and post at least once a month, preferably more, but missed January. Oh well.
Bean is sick again with a cough and pinkeye. Peanut has the cough as well. The ear tubes are doing their job, though. He did well with the surgery, and wasn't quite as bad coming out of anesthesia as his big brother. We thought for sure he had an ear infection a week after the tubes went in. He woke early one morning with a fever, grabbing the sides of his head and crying "booboo". He just wanted to be held and sleep. No eating, little drinking. The usual ear infection symptoms. I moved up his follow-up with the ENT. Low and behold, his ears were clear. Later in the day he vomited a bit followed by lots of nasty, nasty runs. Yep, it was a stomach bug. We had a rough week of lots of gross diapers and raging diaper rash. Then I caught it. It was one of those sneaky ones that lingers. You think you're OK, start eating real foods, then spend the following day running to the bathroom. Fun times.
Peanut has a new bunkbed. He did great sleeping on the top bunk for about a week until he decided he'd rather sleep on lower one so Mommy or Daddy will lie there with him until he's asleep. We moved both boys into a room together (Bean's still in the crib) and they love it. Bean has been doing great.
Peanut's been having some trouble in Pre-K paying attention and following directions. I really, really hope this is just normal little-kid-getting-bored stuff. We check with his teacher every day to make sure he's doing his work. No Wii is allowed on bad nights and we're considering banning it altogether on weeknights. He was screwing around, not paying attention yesterday and told the teacher "I'm too tired to do my work because I was up late playing Wii." WTF, over? The real story is he went to bed at normal bedtime and screwed around instead of falling asleep. Obviously there was no Wii last night.
Dr. Evil is still here. I've heard nothing about the new job. Maybe the written offer never came? Maybe she turned it down? Please, no.
Hubby and I had a good chuckle the other night. He lost about 60 lbs last year by eating well, counting calories, and exercising. He used Alli (aka, eat right or you'll shit your pants) to help in the beginning. I'm so proud of him and he looks great. He's wearing a smaller waist size than when we started dating 16 years ago. He's been weeding out old clothes, storing some and donating others. He came across some tactical pants that could go to another cop, so a coworker's husband took them. I think I've written about them before: both are cops, he's also in the Guard, has cheated on his wife, was likely cheating again during his last deployment and was threatening divorce to her and the kids and causing all sorts of mayhem. He also rides her about her weight and calls her "obese". She's average weight. He once told her that if she gained more than 20 lbs he would divorce her. And now he's wearing the "fat pants". Asshole.
Bean is sick again with a cough and pinkeye. Peanut has the cough as well. The ear tubes are doing their job, though. He did well with the surgery, and wasn't quite as bad coming out of anesthesia as his big brother. We thought for sure he had an ear infection a week after the tubes went in. He woke early one morning with a fever, grabbing the sides of his head and crying "booboo". He just wanted to be held and sleep. No eating, little drinking. The usual ear infection symptoms. I moved up his follow-up with the ENT. Low and behold, his ears were clear. Later in the day he vomited a bit followed by lots of nasty, nasty runs. Yep, it was a stomach bug. We had a rough week of lots of gross diapers and raging diaper rash. Then I caught it. It was one of those sneaky ones that lingers. You think you're OK, start eating real foods, then spend the following day running to the bathroom. Fun times.
Peanut has a new bunkbed. He did great sleeping on the top bunk for about a week until he decided he'd rather sleep on lower one so Mommy or Daddy will lie there with him until he's asleep. We moved both boys into a room together (Bean's still in the crib) and they love it. Bean has been doing great.
Peanut's been having some trouble in Pre-K paying attention and following directions. I really, really hope this is just normal little-kid-getting-bored stuff. We check with his teacher every day to make sure he's doing his work. No Wii is allowed on bad nights and we're considering banning it altogether on weeknights. He was screwing around, not paying attention yesterday and told the teacher "I'm too tired to do my work because I was up late playing Wii." WTF, over? The real story is he went to bed at normal bedtime and screwed around instead of falling asleep. Obviously there was no Wii last night.
Dr. Evil is still here. I've heard nothing about the new job. Maybe the written offer never came? Maybe she turned it down? Please, no.
Hubby and I had a good chuckle the other night. He lost about 60 lbs last year by eating well, counting calories, and exercising. He used Alli (aka, eat right or you'll shit your pants) to help in the beginning. I'm so proud of him and he looks great. He's wearing a smaller waist size than when we started dating 16 years ago. He's been weeding out old clothes, storing some and donating others. He came across some tactical pants that could go to another cop, so a coworker's husband took them. I think I've written about them before: both are cops, he's also in the Guard, has cheated on his wife, was likely cheating again during his last deployment and was threatening divorce to her and the kids and causing all sorts of mayhem. He also rides her about her weight and calls her "obese". She's average weight. He once told her that if she gained more than 20 lbs he would divorce her. And now he's wearing the "fat pants". Asshole.
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