A Plague be Upon Our House....

Howdy everyone! Ah, the joys of parenting. Getting to share those special moments together. Like when you're both sick at the same time. All last weekend, sniffling, sleeplessness, screaming and crying... and Carter wasn't too content either.

Carter really doesn't like the bulb syringe when we use it to clean out his stuffy nasal passages. He jerks around until he manages to poke it into his eye or snap it sideways out of his nostril, then yells about how much that hurts. And all the while I'm fighting with him, I'm thinking, I wish they made these things for adults. Seriously, when you're really feeling crappy and your nose is full of junk, what would you pay to have someone let you lie on a soft table while they vaccumed all that crap out? That's right, you'd pay anything. This could be more lucrative than spa treatments.

Anywhoo, we'd both started to feel better by Tuesday, just in time for the remnants of Hurricane Ida to show up and drench most of our week. We didn't see the sun for three days here in Charlotte. Now that's over, and guess what, I've got conjunctivitis. (That's pinkeye, for those of you who didn't know and didn't feel like Googling it.) That's right, my left eye is all red and puffy, and it feels like it's ready to dry up and fall out of my head at the same time that it is leaking gross stuff (Not pictured). Now I've got the drops and I have to put them in every 2 hours, washing everything anytime I get close to touching my eye, which itches constantly. I've washed my hands more over the last couple days than most surgeons do.

This fatherhood thing is an awesome job, but the sick-time policy blows. Here's how that conversation went:

Me: Ugh. I feel terrible. My eye is crusted shut and I'm covered with germs. I don't think I can do this job today.

Carter: Yahhhhhhhhh!

Wall: Creak.

Pogo: Woof. (Give me my Prozac or I will poop on the floor.)

Wall: Groan.

Carter: YAHHHHHH!

Me: Ok, ok. (Staggers out of bed with one eye open.)

Yep, this job is fun, but the pay is nonexistant, there is no sick-time, and the boss sure yells a lot.


Cierra and Carter pose for a picture that will go on Cierra's Bradley Method webpage, which will be ready for viewing very soon. She's teaching her first class starting in January!

Happy times after I've staggered home from Time Warner.

Carter had an all-day play session with Riley on Monday. I wasn't here, but it seems Cierra handled 2 infants with about as much stress as it takes me to handle one. Must be that extra "x" chromosome. 'No Carter - socks don't go in the mouth!'

Carter and Riley work on sharing.

This eating thing seems so good in theory. It's just when I get it in my mouth that it's the most disgusting thing ever.
And finally this craze will surely sweep the nation. Baby. Krumping. Say it together now. Until next week!