New Year, New Virus & Romanticles

New Year, New Virus

Probably my favorite time of 2013 so far were the 5 days we weren’t stricken with some virus.

Would you even believe me if I told you Beckett was sick again? This month is sort of starting to feel like the Beach Vacation of 2012, minus the whole running-over-a-deer thing. 

Timeline of recent events:

Friday 1/11: flu symptoms start

Sunday 1/13: DAY OF TERROR / ER / SEIZURE / EAR INFECTION / FLU / NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE / TRAUMATIZING OF ALL CHILDREN IN URGENT CARE WAITING ROOM / $1300 AMBULANCE RIDE WITH $52 “MISC” CATEGORY, PRESUMABLY THE COST OF THE TWO BEANIE BABIES WHO NEEDED TO BE “TAKEN CARE OF” BY THE “BIG GUY”

Thursday 1/17: follow up appointment. Ear infection is worse in one ear and starting in the other.

he took the “seizure best practices” info sheet pretty seriously.

Thursday 1/24: CLEARED! Officially diagnosed as “on the mend”. Bum a fresh kolache off a stranger.

kolache pictured in his right hand.

Friday 1/25: First play date in 2 weeks. It’s a girls’ night/play date combo. Very exciting stuff. Except…projectile vomiting in the car seat outside of the house. Stomach bug.

Saturday 1/26 – Tuesday 1/29: The kind of pooshrapnel one would not wish upon their worst enemies. 897 diapers down.

Wednesday (1/30): Clear again! SERENITY!! Leave the house and play like normal people!!!

Thursday (1/31): Cold.

I don’t know about y’all, but I’m about ready for this flupidemic seasonal virus death trap to end.

Romanticlers

Being a parent is so unlike anything I expected. It’s terrifying and awesome and funny and overwhelming and every emotion I’ve ever felt ever…times 1,700. I’ve never been more happy, more scared, more frustrated, more ____ in my life.

No one has any idea what it will be like for them with their own child and I assume it’s totally different for each child, too. Right?

I made educated guesses based on what other people talked about, so I couldn’t help but romanticize each stage before it happened in real life.

For instance…

“We’ll get to lower the crib mattress when our precious angelface starts pulling up like a big boy!!”

was really:

“Babe – we seriously have to lower the crib tonight. He’s now eaten 3 of the 4 sides.”

Or

“I can’t wait to hear what his first sentence will be!! It’s going to be amazing.”

was really:

“Acca-scuse me?! Did he really just say, ‘SARRRAAHHH, SIT DOWWWN!!!”

And

“Mack and Beckett will be best friends. Mack will probably sleep right next to the crib.”

was really:

“Mack’s in the corner shaking. Did B try to ride him again?”

 We’re currently entering the

“I wonder when ‘terrible twos’ start.”

which is really more like:

“If he noodle-legs in public one more time I’m exchanging him for a more emotionally stable model.”

Just kidding about exchanging him. (for now.)

He’s way too awesome.

Plus, this is reason enough to keep him: