Friday, December 31, 2010

Revenge of the Bugs!

Well, crap.  I thought I was done with this illness.  Back in mid-October I got sick.  Just your average cold - cough, runny nose, etc.  Usually it hits me hard for a few days and then backs off and just "hangs out" for a few more weeks.  This time was different.  Being in the middle of moving, with a baby who was transitioning to toddler, I was unable to rest at all.  So I ended up with bronchitis.  It sucked.  It also infected my Squiggle.  Poor baby was sick for weeks.  In fact, she just stopped coughing and smearing everything with snot last week.

Then, Wendesday, I started feeling icky.  By Thursday I was almost unable to talk.  Squeaks, growls and silence were all I could coax out.  (Much like a teenager.)  So I stopped talking in favor of sign language, which I've found doesn't work when the only other person in the house who understands it is also unable to speak.  Other symptoms include coughing uncontrollably while trying to nurse a fussy Squiggle to sleep, mucous congealing anywhere its flow is impeded, like my sinuses, nose and throat, and muscle weakness causing me to have to pause halfway up the staircase.

My voice is back today.  But the cough and mucous and fatigue seem quite comfortable where they are.  Their kids have already moved "next door" to my mom.  It's only a matter of time before these bugs attack my Bug.  My prayer is that my precious baby does not catch it again.  She deserves a break, and so do we.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

So I lost track of time...

...and burned the apples I was cooking for applesauce.  I don't even have a good excuse like, watching the Squiggle.  She was happily riding her pony.  I was busy daydreaming.  So maybe that is a good excuse.  We all need a brain break, right?

Unfortunately my little vacation came at the expense of Squiggle's snack.  Apparently when you simmer something the moisture content is reduced.  Who knew?  On the plus side, I was experimenting so I just made a small batch.  Only five apples were burned.  I could just throw them out, but I'm tired of wasting food.  We are experiencing a financial crunch right now and there is a self-imposed moratorium on buying new food.  So I will eat these apples.  If I can.  Call it a tough love lesson to myself.  Perhaps if I have to eat the food I destroy through inattention and carelessness, I'll be more careful.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

'Twas the Night After Christmas, and all through the house...

...were strewn scraps of torn Christmas paper and various toy bits.  It's great.  No sarcasm.  I love it.  My baby has deconstructed everything she can, loving every minute.  All day she has been playing and babbling.  I like to think she is telling us all about her wonderful new things.  Like her tool set, courtesy of grandma, with the tasty bolts for her to chew.  Or her two baby dolls.  (Each parent bought one in secret to surprise the other.)  And we shouldn't forget her chair/step stool.  Actually, Mommy had to confiscate that one, she needed it for its intended purpose of holding cookies.

Watching my little girl get equally excited about her velour block set and the box they were packed in showed me that my material concerns were pointless.  She didn't care about the size or cost or number of presents she got.  She taught me that even though we are cash-strapped this year, Christmas is still as wonderful as we choose to make it.