Ugh

The baby is sick AGAIN! This time it's Croup. Lucky for me, my little cousin got this last week so I looked it up, I had no idea what it was. So when I woke up to the sound of my little youngster barking like a seal and gasping, I didn't totally freak and call an ambulance. What is so crazy about Croup is that he is totally fine during the day, energetic and happy. I caught something also, just a plain old cold. I'm not a good sick person to begin with, add taking care of a toddler, and that equals one cranky momma.

I don't really have any friends, let alone friends with babies, so the baby and I have been going to classes and groups in an effort to socialize him a bit. This has been working out great with the exception of one thing, all these other kids are little germ factories. They're all sick and sticking their fingers in each other's noses and mouths, yuck! I try to tell myself that the baby needs to get these sicknesses when he's young so the first year of school isn't a nightmare, but come on! On top of that, he is getting THREE eye teeth at once. He has been waking up at 5am for like, 2 weeks! Needless to say, I am feeling a lot of unecessary pity for myself.

My son, the genius

The baby signed "more" today after eating an apricot fruit strip. The husband and I have kind of half-assed the whole sign thing starting a few weeks ago. We didn't think that we were consistent enough to really make a difference, but he picked right up on it. Now that I see it can work, we're going to start on "drink" and "eat". He is so smart!

Antsy in the pantsy

As a military brat, I became accustomed to moving every two to three years. This ended when I was thirteen and we became permenantly stationed in northern virginia (yay [sarcasm]). Beacuse of this I start to get really antsy in the pantsy every few years to move on to a new place. When I was sixteen I went off to boarding school, when I was ninteen I moved to Colorado, off to South Carolina when I was twenty-one, back to Virginia at twenty-two, Massachusttes at twenty-four, then back to Virginia at twenty-five. So here I am at twenty-seven, wondering what's next. The answer, nothing. We've signed another lease at our current residence, so we're stuck here for another thirteen months, ugh. I love, love, love being so close to my parents, but that's really all this place has going for it. I'd like to move to a small town, with defined borders and no yuppies. I hate yuppies. I know that once Liam becomes school age we'll have to finally settle down, but I'm just so stir-crazy right now.

Erica and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Ugh, I had the worst day today. I thought the baby was over his sickness so I planned a whole day out, bad idea. I won't go into the specifics, but not good. I thought that he was just generally fussy and not feeling good, but then my Aunt called, and said that she thought it sounded like he was teething. You know what? She was right, those darn eye teeth are such trouble makers. I'm glad that someone 500 miles away and on the phone can figure out what's wrong with my kid while I sit there with a thumb stuck up my butt. I'm going to bed, better luck tomorrow.

Oh Spongebob, I can relate

I have been watching a lot, repeat, a lot of Spongebob lately. One episode I watched yesterday really made me laugh though: Spongebob and Patrick were throwing out the trash in the back of the Krusty Krab and came across some grafiti on the dumpster. It was then that they learned a colorful new adjective. Patrick and Spongebob decided that this new word (I suspect it was the nasty F) was a "sentence enhancer", and would therefore use it as much as possible to seem sophisticated. As you can imagine, hilarity ensued. This got me thinking though, as someone that struggles with having an extremely colorful vocabulary and a toddler that repeats everything you say, is that all that these words are these days, "sentence enhancers"?

Well, I'm here

Everyone is doing this, so I figured that I would jump on the blogging bandwagon. The baby is napping now so I figured I'd write a few things. This is the first time that he has actually been sick. I am so happy that he has made it almost 16 months without getting sick (another bonus of breatfeeding), because man is he miserable. He is a boy that likes to run, run, run and he doesn't like being cooped up in the house all day long. To be honest, I don't either. With the husband gone all day and sometimes until late at night, the baby and I are pretty much just staring at eachother. After playing trucks, legos, kitchen, and reading the same book a gazillion times, I find myself busting out the Spongebob DVD. I feel terrible because I so didn't want him to watch TV until age 3, but I'm running out of ideas here. I don't want him to turn into one of those fat, video game kids but I need a little zoning out time. I guess I'm just venting some TV guilt here because I really do feel bad that I'm using TV as a way of occupying his time instead of teaching him Latin or Algebra or reading him Dickens.