The Pox is FOREVER...Ever...ever....ever....

Good grief do these chicken pox hang on and on and on and ON! I was just looking at my previous posts about me being "suspcious" about the "wart" on his back. Yeah well, believe it or not, it's STILL THERE! Along with about 20 of his ugly, scabby little friends. Andrew took Brighton to the doctor today beacuse I wanted to make sure they weren't infected because they're just not going away! And she said they aren't infected but they are still contagious. So that means no photo shoot for us tomorrow :( Oh well, maybe I'll be nice and tan and rested up when we get home from sunny San Diego! Bright has a few new ones on his head, he got them yesterday but they're all scabbed up already. I gave him a baking soda bath yesterday, I wonder if that helped. The ones we're having trouble getting rid of are the ones in his diaper area! They're right where his little leg folds are...poor baby! Well, that's all for tonight. I'm pooped. I was up stressing again this morning at 2:30 and couldn't get back to sleep until after 5. So I'm ready for bed!

Predatory Practices of Toddlers and Their Prey, the Neatly Folded Laundry

Sometimes it's best, I've learned, to pick your battles and sometimes you have to sacrifice one to save the multitude. Such as it is with folding laundry while a toddler is anywhere in the house.

Upon movement of the laundry basket, tiny atoms of fragrant fabric softener is released into the air and immediately picked up by a predatory toddler. (The shepherdess has attempted to leave the laundry in the basket for a week or more to evade the toddler, but to no avail. The toddler's sniffer is acclimated to the smell and can pick it up from at least 200 yards). So folding and hanging as fast as she can, the faint "slap slap" in the distance lingers. (Incase you aren't versed in toddler ritual and predatory behavior, this is a sure sign that the prey will soon be seeked out and destroyed.) Alas, the toddler (in this case his name is Brighton, a name given by his parental units who are keeping watch over him until they can release him back into the wild) finds the unsuspecting hangers (set out in hopes that the hangers can take the brunt of the assault and the predator will tire and move on) he begins beating them against one another in an effort to stun the folder of the laundry. Upon hearing this, the laundry shepherdess (aka Mommy), attempts continue on her quest denying the hangers call for help. (It's not mean it's natural law). The neat pile of pants and shorts are now taking assault from the toddler. The shepherdess wasn't quick enough this time, but she continues on in hopes that natural law will prevail and the strongest will survive (those items on hangers). Finally, sensing the anxiety in the Shepard, the toddler looks at her, she back at him and at the same time they lunge for the items on hangers. The toddler manages to wrangle one item to the ground while the shepherd scoops up the rest and quickly replaces them in their pasture (the closet). Thanking the gods that only one item needed to be sacrificed to save the rest. And in the end, the pants, shorts, and one lone hanging item show minor remnants of their battle with the toddler in the way of a little slobber on the shoulder or cuffs. All in all, it was a good day in laundry land. Until next time.

The Laundry Shepherdess of All Good Downy.

The Pox

I think my big boy has the pox. That is totally unconfirmed, but he was exposed, had the vaccination, then about a week or so later started becomming feverish, now the fever's gone, and he had these little red blips on his face, arms, and legs and now one big bump on his back. It looks very suspicious, but he's not itchy and the bump is almost more like a wart than a pox but what the heck do I know? I mean, I had the chicken pox, but I was what, 5?

Anyway, Bright and I had a busy day today. We went shopping for Fourth of July food and such. After his nap that is. He likes to sit on Daddy's lap to read. For some reason, he doesnt' like to read on my lap. Which kind of bums me out but what am I going to do. Right now I'm going to go back to bed. I'm barely able to keep my eyes open. But here's his pic. see more on his website :)

Feeling Frisky...

Someone awoke from his nap feeling a bit frisky-or sniffly. I was sitting here typing and I heard CRASH! "That's not good" I thought..."but no crying" I also thought. Here it is.

Another photo...just for kicks

Just another photo I liked and thought I'd share...couldn't get it to go on the other post.