Sunday, February 8, 2009
What should I eat?
This is dedicated to all the bacon lovers out there. But more specifically, to Daddy.....
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Training for future pie eating contests
above the table and then eat his rice direct from the table with no
hands. I guess he figures he was getting more in his mouth this way?
It was quite hilarious. :)
Friday, February 6, 2009
Bruddah Iz
Normally I will find Odin hanging out on Logan's rug, while Iz is curled up in Logan's crib. There's something about his room that the animals just can't stay away from.
But this -- this is a first. I came in to put Logan down for a nap, only to find Iz curled up sleeping on Logan's changing table!
Logan seems to be doing a little better as of this evening. We had a really tough night last night - he woke up a couple of times in the middle of the night burning up a storm (hitting at least 102.8 during one temp reading) and we struggled to cool him off enough to get him back to sleep. He was miserable and clearly just wanted to be with us, but no one could get comfortable and I'm afraid we all lost a lot of sleep because of it.
I called the doc's office today to check in and make sure I was giving him the right dose of Tylenol and the nurse said it's quite possible the fever is due to a molar or two coming in - apparently they can hit pretty high temps, more than normal teething, when the molars come in. I asked, how high? She said, nonchalantly - eh, up to 103 for a few days at least.
You have GOT to be kidding me.
I worked from home today (Jon came home by about noon to lend a hand for the rest of the afternoon) and by mid-day it seemed his fever had finally broken. He started walking around and playing with his toys which was a huge improvement, thank goodness! He's still been pretty clingy, whiny and basically just uncomfortable and doesn't know what he wants, but much less than yesterday so I think we're finally on the mend. He even ate a few bites of mac n' cheese, some pretzels and a few graham crackers before going to bed for the night - woohoo! :)
But this -- this is a first. I came in to put Logan down for a nap, only to find Iz curled up sleeping on Logan's changing table!
Logan seems to be doing a little better as of this evening. We had a really tough night last night - he woke up a couple of times in the middle of the night burning up a storm (hitting at least 102.8 during one temp reading) and we struggled to cool him off enough to get him back to sleep. He was miserable and clearly just wanted to be with us, but no one could get comfortable and I'm afraid we all lost a lot of sleep because of it.
I called the doc's office today to check in and make sure I was giving him the right dose of Tylenol and the nurse said it's quite possible the fever is due to a molar or two coming in - apparently they can hit pretty high temps, more than normal teething, when the molars come in. I asked, how high? She said, nonchalantly - eh, up to 103 for a few days at least.
You have GOT to be kidding me.
I worked from home today (Jon came home by about noon to lend a hand for the rest of the afternoon) and by mid-day it seemed his fever had finally broken. He started walking around and playing with his toys which was a huge improvement, thank goodness! He's still been pretty clingy, whiny and basically just uncomfortable and doesn't know what he wants, but much less than yesterday so I think we're finally on the mend. He even ate a few bites of mac n' cheese, some pretzels and a few graham crackers before going to bed for the night - woohoo! :)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Feverish
Logan's school called me about noon today to let me know he was running a fever (101.3). It was the last thing I wanted to hear :( After getting over my horrible stomach bug a couple of days ago, I've been running working nonstop attending early morning client launch calls, mid-day management updates and evening through late hour risk analysis presentations, all to start up again bright and early the next day.
Luckily, I have a wonderfully understanding husband who's been pulling most of the kid-duty weight in our household this week, so that I could take care of these pressing work issues that won't quit.
Still, there's only so much he can cover, and he's gotta work too! So, I took off shortly after I got the call to pick Logan up. He was clearly miserable. :( He was burning up and just totally not himself, immediately clinging to me and not letting go (it's always a "bad" sign when he voluntarily lays his head down on my shoulder and breathes laboriously, all the while completely silent and not saying a peep)....
We got home and I immediately got some Motrin in him, changed him into his pj's (I figured if I were sick, I'd want to be in my pj's so why not him, right?) and gave him his juice bottle (filled with Gatorade to keep him cool and hydrated).... all the while bouncing and cuddling him in my lap while I juggled frantic work phone calls, IMs and emails flying across my screen. Thank goodness I'm able to multi-task!
He fell asleep in my lap an hour or so later, probably feeling better from the Motrin and Mommy-love. I put him down to nap, while then taking advantage of the free hour to do a couple client calls. :)
He's still been feverish (running up to 101.8 last time I checked) most of the afternoon and extremely clingy and whiny, just wanting to cuddle and lay his head on my chest while I work. He fell asleep in my lap for a second time about an hour and a half ago - which I'm now wondering will be for the night.....
Fun times.
Luckily, I have a wonderfully understanding husband who's been pulling most of the kid-duty weight in our household this week, so that I could take care of these pressing work issues that won't quit.
Still, there's only so much he can cover, and he's gotta work too! So, I took off shortly after I got the call to pick Logan up. He was clearly miserable. :( He was burning up and just totally not himself, immediately clinging to me and not letting go (it's always a "bad" sign when he voluntarily lays his head down on my shoulder and breathes laboriously, all the while completely silent and not saying a peep)....
We got home and I immediately got some Motrin in him, changed him into his pj's (I figured if I were sick, I'd want to be in my pj's so why not him, right?) and gave him his juice bottle (filled with Gatorade to keep him cool and hydrated).... all the while bouncing and cuddling him in my lap while I juggled frantic work phone calls, IMs and emails flying across my screen. Thank goodness I'm able to multi-task!
He fell asleep in my lap an hour or so later, probably feeling better from the Motrin and Mommy-love. I put him down to nap, while then taking advantage of the free hour to do a couple client calls. :)
He's still been feverish (running up to 101.8 last time I checked) most of the afternoon and extremely clingy and whiny, just wanting to cuddle and lay his head on my chest while I work. He fell asleep in my lap for a second time about an hour and a half ago - which I'm now wondering will be for the night.....
Fun times.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Teeth Marks
So many things to report on, but I've got a nasty stomach flu and am going to try and make this quick so I can get back to laying down and feeling sorry for myself.
Anyhoo - I mentioned this last week Logan's been teething. We think, in fact, that he's probably been teething for a couple weeks now - and it's been taking FOREVER. But, we thought, well it's a pretty big tooth coming in (bottom left first molar) so it should take forever, right?
Then, Saturday (just before Jon returned home late that night - yippeee!), I noticed a little shard of white poking through on his bottom FRONT lateral incisor. And I thought, well shit. No wonder he's been a complete maniac for me lately - he doesn't have just one tooth coming in, but another one in the front too! *sigh*
So for the last couple of days I've often times found him standing up, facing his bedroom door, gnawing vigorously on his crib railing like a starving little rat - or perhaps - like a teething baby in pain. It's really hard to say.
(Jon can probably get a much better pic with his macro lens, but I was in a hurry and didn't want to bother with framing a "nice" shot) ;-)
Anyhoo - I mentioned this last week Logan's been teething. We think, in fact, that he's probably been teething for a couple weeks now - and it's been taking FOREVER. But, we thought, well it's a pretty big tooth coming in (bottom left first molar) so it should take forever, right?
Then, Saturday (just before Jon returned home late that night - yippeee!), I noticed a little shard of white poking through on his bottom FRONT lateral incisor. And I thought, well shit. No wonder he's been a complete maniac for me lately - he doesn't have just one tooth coming in, but another one in the front too! *sigh*
So for the last couple of days I've often times found him standing up, facing his bedroom door, gnawing vigorously on his crib railing like a starving little rat - or perhaps - like a teething baby in pain. It's really hard to say.
(Jon can probably get a much better pic with his macro lens, but I was in a hurry and didn't want to bother with framing a "nice" shot) ;-)
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Super Bowl Sunday 2009
We enjoyed Super Bowl Sunday at our friend Jeremy's house and it was CRAZY INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE.
Think 40-50 thirty-somethings who love to watch football, but more importantly, like their hard alcohol and their 1st quarter, 2nd quarter, 3rd quarter, 4th quarter shots. So with each passing quarter the party gets a bit louder and more out of control. We arrived a little late, after the 1st quarter shots, and let's just say we had no trouble finding Jeremy's house, since we could hear the roaring screaming waves of hootin' and hollerin' about 2 blocks away.
Let's just say this was Jon's kind of Super Bowl party.
Logan did surprisingly well - he walked all over the place, grabbing people's legs and asking to be held by every beautiful woman he could flirt with. He was a HUGE hit. Any time there was a roaring cheer, he'd look up with wide eyes wondering WHAT THE HELL and then back down to his cookie, or proceed on his walk around the house and out the back door.
It wasn't an atmosphere for most babies, in fact, we were the only ones there with a kid. And, I spent the majority of the party chasing him around and smiling my "sorry, please excuse my kid who's trying to grab your butt" smile, while picking him up and diverting him to another part of the house. But we still had a great time.
30 minutes or so before the game was over, he finally started to melt down (and mean Mommy and Daddy were instead just glued to the TV and begging him to hold on just a little longer). Thankfully, he was a great sport and hung on for us to see the end of a really exciting game. When we got home the poor little guy crashed, no problem.
Here's Logan on his first Super Bowl Sunday (2008):
And here he is today (what a difference a year makes, right?):
Think 40-50 thirty-somethings who love to watch football, but more importantly, like their hard alcohol and their 1st quarter, 2nd quarter, 3rd quarter, 4th quarter shots. So with each passing quarter the party gets a bit louder and more out of control. We arrived a little late, after the 1st quarter shots, and let's just say we had no trouble finding Jeremy's house, since we could hear the roaring screaming waves of hootin' and hollerin' about 2 blocks away.
Let's just say this was Jon's kind of Super Bowl party.
Logan did surprisingly well - he walked all over the place, grabbing people's legs and asking to be held by every beautiful woman he could flirt with. He was a HUGE hit. Any time there was a roaring cheer, he'd look up with wide eyes wondering WHAT THE HELL and then back down to his cookie, or proceed on his walk around the house and out the back door.
It wasn't an atmosphere for most babies, in fact, we were the only ones there with a kid. And, I spent the majority of the party chasing him around and smiling my "sorry, please excuse my kid who's trying to grab your butt" smile, while picking him up and diverting him to another part of the house. But we still had a great time.
30 minutes or so before the game was over, he finally started to melt down (and mean Mommy and Daddy were instead just glued to the TV and begging him to hold on just a little longer). Thankfully, he was a great sport and hung on for us to see the end of a really exciting game. When we got home the poor little guy crashed, no problem.
Here's Logan on his first Super Bowl Sunday (2008):
And here he is today (what a difference a year makes, right?):
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