Monday, March 29, 2004

What *is* that thing?!

And now for a short Alex story...

Recently, Alex has had an ear infection/runny nose/fever combo, which I'm told is very common in kids aged 6 months to 18 years. We spent our weekend chasing Alex's dripping nose all over the living room before he could swipe it with his hand then touch us, the dogs, the rug, the stairs, his mouth, etc. (EW!). We also endured "Baby Darth Vader" over the baby monitor each night, as Alex struggled to breathe through his congested nasal passages. So, this morning, we unsuspectingly thought the worst was over.

I was downstairs gobbling down my toast, when I heard, "Hey Caroline, c'mere" from my loving husband. Somehow the way he said it made me suspicious. He has the same tone when he has discovered a diaper explosion and wants some back-up. I grudgingly meandered up the stairs, wondering what awaited me. Randy came out of Alex's room with a "you gotta see this" look on his face. "Hey, the other morning, when you said he woke up with snot on his face....did it look like *this*?", he said. "Oh, okay", I thought. "It's safe...he just wants a snot biggie". I walked into my darling child's room and found him, still sleeping, with a GIANT, BROWN, CRUSTED GROWTH below his nose...spanning from both nostrils down onto his upper lip. "EW!", we both screamed. "Ew!"..."EW!"...What *is* that thing? I had visions of the movie "Alien", when the mama alien attaches itself to the guy's face to lay her eggs.

I couldn't stick around for the "extraction"...I just couldn't watch. I high-tailed it outta there and went to work. Randy said it took several wet washclothes to remove the "alien snot creature" from Alex's face.

Ew! Did I say, "Ew!" yet? EEW!

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

Welcome to Bodily Fluids 101

Well, we got our initiation into the Wonderful World of Bodily Fluids last night... Alex did not drink much of his pre-bedtime bottle, which should have been our first clue (he normally devours it with reckless abandon!). We put him to bed about a 1/2 hour early, but we figured he was tired after his first full day of daycare. Around 10:00pm, as we were coming upstairs to start our pre-bedtime tasks, we noticed a strange smell coming from his room. "He's got a present for ya, honey!", I declared. Well, let's just say he had presents for the whole family...

Sometime between 7:30 and 10, he had thrown up in his crib...probably several times. Of course we have the baby monitor with us downstairs, cranked up as usually, so we could hear him. All we remember hearing was him coughing a couple of times. But, of course, babies aren't very loud when they ralph, I suppose. Well, I'll spare you the really gory details, but it was basically ALL OVER....him...the crib...then Randy after he picked him up to check on him. After a rush to the bathroom, a face to face experience with another round of vomit, a horrible diaper change, a new crib sheet, and a candle lit in his room (phew!) he was ready to go back to bed.

This morning he woke up chipper as usual, and I brought him down for breakfast. Close to the end of his yummy bowl of oatmeal, I heard a rushing-river sound emmanating from his nether-regions. Then the smell hit me and I knew breakfast was over. Let's just say that I now know what baby diahrea looks like...TWICE.

Lest you be worried about the little tyke, we have called daycare this morning and he was sleeping. She said he acted a bit under the weather, but was in good spirits.

I guess with all the fun we've had with him, something yukky like this was bound to happen.

Raising children is all about the experiences... right?!?!