Fishing Partners

Connie has spent most of the last two days with his fishin' partner, Grandpa George. Grandpa graciously offered to come over to help after learning that Mary Kathleen had come down with a fever of 102.99 and was vomiting late Sunday morning. Terrified that Connie would get it, we wanted to do everything we could to keep them separated and minimize the risk of me transmitting it to him after handling her. She was miserable with a headache and sore throat to boot. All she wanted was to be held, sleep and be held some more. She had her three year old check up today anyway so we had the pediatrician check her out. He said she has blisters in her throat (ouch!) but the strep culture came back negative so he said it is a virus. Her fever went down after an early morning dose (yes, I've been up since 4:45) of a tylenol suppository and stayed down throughout the day, but started creeping back up just before bedtime. She was able to hold down her pedialyte, a banana , half of a jello cup, a popsicle and a few bites of toast today. This is marked improvement over yesterday where I don't think more than an ounce stayed down. She was acting more like her old self this evening, so we're hoping she's licked this bug. Please pray that Connie can escape the snares of this virus and stay healthy.

He has been drinking more volume from a cup. Yesterday he had at least an ounce and a half of very watered down orange juice out of an open cup. We don't really drink much juice and it's the only kind I had. In retrospect, citrus fruits probably weren't the best choice for him, as he ended up throwing up some later on. Tomorrow I'm going to try the same trick with some apple juice (also watered down) and see how he does. He's so over the yogurt game already. He only wants to participate if he gets to do it himself and he can't! It is SUCH A MESS! I let him try, make the mess and all, but I don't think any of it is getting in. He enjoys himself though, and right now that's the most important thing. He loves watching people chew gum and he makes chewing noises with his mouth while he watches. He tries to pop bubbles and is fascinated by the whole process. He is imitating a lot more lately too. He has this high pitch sound that he makes to tell you that he's ready to play the talking game. First he makes a noise and then I repeat it and then we continue and he laughs and keeps making up new sounds. They are all pretty high pitched. Grandpa says he's going to be in choir like his mama and he'll probably be a tenor, a beautiful tenor voice. His hair is finally starting to lay down a bit and isn't so funny looking on the top. The front almost needs a trim. I looked at him tonight and noticed that if you don't sweep it to the side, it hangs down over his eyebrows! I know he's my kid and all, but I swear he gets more beautiful every day. Tonight he woke up and was up from 9:45-11:30 and the whole time he was giggling and giving me "love pats" and being so sweet. I was so tired and all I wanted to do was pump so I could go to bed, but I didn't want to miss a single minute of enjoying him enjoying life. It's hard to describe, but I'm sure if you have kids, you understand at least on some level.

Thanks for checking in, and don't forget to pray that he stays healthy while this nasty bug works it's way to some other household.

P.S. Thanks Grandpa for all your help. Connie wanted me to add that he can't wait to steal your glasses again soon!