Unplanned Parenthood

I think we need a do-over.

A) I really don't need to be in the picture, especially with my infected pirate eye.  Arg!  Give me all your wenches, Santa.

B) Who do you think looks more uncomfortable: Jack or Santa?

C) Does Jack really have an entire mouthfull of gingerbread?  Lovely.

98 to 103 to 98 to 103

Jack is doing better, although his fever keeps spiking up to 103.  Which is right there at "scary high."  Then, a little dose of Motrin, and he's back to his old self.  I know it takes at least 48 hours for the antibiotics to start doing their thing. I know he's going to be okay, it's just so damn hard to see him not feeling well and not be able to communicate to him that he will feel better.

I have a ton of work to do today, as I received some new responsibilities at work and I need to get caught up with everything before a very large event in January, one which I'm now on the logistics team for my company, as we are, er, heavily involved with this event.  Can I be more cryptic?

And, because we all love baby pictures, here are some recent ones of the Jackster:
 

Poor little bunny

 In keeping with my practice of general dumbness and ineptitude, I can't figure out how to turn this picture the right direction.  I mean, when I open it outside this site, it's fine.  I've rotated and rotated and swore and rolled my eyes and yet...

You get the idea.  My poor baby was absolutely, pathetically sick.  He actually FELL ASLEEP about 30 seconds after I took this picture.  Also, did you know that the pink, liquid medicine we all took as kids smells EXACTLY THE SAME 30 years later?  True story.

Hurl

I picked Jack up out of his crib this morning and he felt hot.  Not warm, but hot.  He refused his morning bottle (insert neon flashing warning sign here), and when I picked him up he promptly horked up his previous evening's dinner.  All over me.

He demanded his bottle after that and I tentatively handed it over (stupid, but optimistic, yes?).  He drank most of it, I changed my clothes and then he barfed it up.  All over me.

I called the clinic as soon as it opened and, astoundingly, they got him in right at 9:00.  By the good grace of whoever, we were in and out by 10:00 a.m. with a diagnosis of a double ear infection, a sinus infection and the flu.  We're home, he's napping and I'm hoping that he wakes up feeling better.  Seeing him in the cart at the pharmacy, curled up in the front child's seat with his blanket, staring blankly was quite possibly the saddest thing I've ever seen.  Jack does not sit in the child's seat.  Ever.  He flat out CUDDLED with me this morning.  It was bittersweet.

Sigh.  Here's hoping the flu shot I received will protect me...

Run, Forest, Run

So, I was thinking about a really good post idea, and then I blinked, and now it's, like, 57 years later.  Ah, the sweet, sweet smell of a stale website.

I just wrote a whole post about two annoying things that happened to me yesterday, but instead of conveying their lighthearted annoyingness, it just sounded both boring and bitchy.  DELETE.

Ooooh, I know!  I was a dumbass and signed up for a 5 mile Thanksgiving Day race and I actually finished.  And I wasn't even last!

   

I felt so virtuous after the race that I ate my own body weight in homemade macaroni and cheese and artichoke dip.  On the flip side, I also resurrected my desire to run.  I have no idea how to fit that in, but I'm assuming that the first step is to actually WANT to do it, then I can figure out HOW to do it.  Or, I will eventually lose interest again.

Either way, I'm totally making oatmeal, cranberry, white chocolate chip cookies.  And I will probably tell you that I will give them away for gifts, but I will be lying.  If you need me, I'll be hiding in the closet, eating 2 dozen cookies and vaguely contemplating running.