Archive for March, 2009

“Jenna sings ‘Old MacDonald'”

March 21, 2009

This is Charlie’s favorite video.


Computer imp

March 21, 2009

computer imp

Old photos: Apple Picking 2008

March 21, 2009

We got a new laptop!

I have never been so happy to use Windows XP.

Slowly, I will put up all the old photos that have been taking up space on my camera’s memory card. Here is a small set from this past fall, when we went up the Hudson Valley to pick apples.

We chose a farm with lots of fun things to do and managed to avoid most of the misting rain.

apple school bus

Spring sickening

March 18, 2009

We were due, really.

We’d gone all winter with no major illnesses for any of us.

Then, two weekends past, Charlie had a high fever on Friday evening. Even though that weekend found the sun shining and warm for the first time in months, we all stayed indoors, postponing our fun plans for art shows and get-togethers.

The fever remained, low grade and not too intimidating, but accompanied by a cough, through Tuesday, which was when I took Charlie to see the pediatrician. Of course the day before that, Monday, I woke up vomiting and stayed in bed and asleep for the entire day. (I hate naps, so the constant sleeping was a big indicator: Mama’s NOT feeling good.) The trip to the doctor the next day exhausted both of us. No shots or big bad tests for Charlie. A mild flu, it’s going around, don’t worry unless the fever continues to the end of the week or gets worse.

So, we started the lung meds and the fever went away on Thursday. By Thursday night, I had caught his terrible cold and could not breathe through my mucus or move off the couch without complaining. Friday evening, his fever was back, mild but irritating. Saturday and Sunday saw crying jags, but nothing serious. He’s just tired from being under the weather all week, I thought. But Monday evening he came home with a temperature of 101.

That night it escalated. He woke up Tuesday morning with a temperature of 103.5. Even Tylenol every four hours didn’t break that fever’s back. He was listless, lethargic, not eating…so back to the doctor we went.

Only to find that his lungs were great.

This time it was scarlet fever.

I think my gut-clenching reaction must have shown on my face, because the doctor was quick to say that really it was strep throat with a scarlet fever rash. He’d be all better with 24 hours of antibiotics. (She said anyone who has read Little Women tends to react the way I did when she gives that diagnosis.)

So we’re home today. And true to her word, within eight hours of taking the antibiotics Charlie’s fever was gone. After this morning’s dose, the rash disappeared.

Antibiotics are amazing. They keep the Victorian deaths at bay.

Now, I’m knocking on wood that I don’t catch strep throat, especially since my Internet research has said adults don’t tend to get it unless they’ve recently had a cold, oh, and then it’s really serious. Yeah, nothing to worry about.

Zinc, vitamins and OJ here I come.

Pee in the hall

March 18, 2009

I’ve been meaning to post this for a couple of weeks now. (In my next post, you will see why this hasn’t happened.)

We’ve been taking the diaper off between wake-up and walk-out-the-door. Charlie was getting pretty good at pooping in the potty (when naked only), though he was still caught off guard by the pee. Once it slipped out, he would stand, or sit, in awe of his penis.

Well, the other day, as we were making breakfast, we heard water rushing. Jesse turned the corner and saw Charlie standing on our shoe mat, in Jesse’s work shoes, peeing right into them. Both he and Charlie stood there in shock. Luckily, Jesse needed to replace the shoes any way.

Jesse blogged about it on, for work, though the post was top edited and doesn’t really sound like his writing.

Now, Jesse’s new shoes go in the closet when the diaper is off.

I want a cow

March 2, 2009

After our heavy snow last night and this morning, Charlie’s daycare decided to close at 3:30. With only another hour or so until it was time for me to leave work, I decided to bring CW back to my office.

For the most part, this worked out okay. He only moved everything around; he didn’t break anything. However, the stickers, papers, pencils, books and other office supplies I had laid out for him were of limited interest. Instead, he wanted to play with all of my breakable bric-a-brac and my computer.

Since the computer was locked, I let him have it.

He scrolled the mouse and pushed the buttons on the keyboard, making it bing in protest.

After a few minutes, the binging and banging got to be a little wild, and I turned to see what he was doing.

“What’s up, buddy?”

He pointed to my default screen, which is a picture of blue sky and rolling green hills. “I want a cow on there.”

“A cow?” I asked, confused.

He pointed to the hills. “I want a cow on there, on the computer.” He pushed the mouse, and the buttons, and furrowed his forehead.

Suddenly, I saw the computer through his eyes.

Obviously, it’s magic.

You sit on an adult’s lap. You ask for monkeys dancing or kids singing. They search Google or YouTube with a few mouse strokes and keyboard clicks. Your request appears.

Makes perfect sense then that if he thinks about a cow and presses some buttons, it should appear.

So I pulled up YouTube and made it happen.