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For the past week, Munchkin has been sick. Well, actually for the past month. He caught the cold bug right after Easter, passed it to daddy, got better, got reinfected by daddy, got conjunctivitis, made mommy and daddy paranoid about getting The Dreaded Pink Eye, started to get better, passed it to mommy, then passed it to daddy once more, and then finally appears to have caught it once more. Can you almost hear Elton John belting out "The Circle of Life"?
We are at an impasse. It's like a constant game of Hot Potato. This weekend, my husband and I got on a very serious (aka neurotic) handwashing routine, per the doctor's orders. We had to combat The Dreaded Pink Eye. We didn't need that floating around our house for the next month. So, we washed our hands followed by a couple pumps of Purell. Over and over and over. And so it went... Now, three days later, my hands look like the cryptkeeper's. Okay, the cryptkeeper's wife's. Red. Raw. Bleeding. Hand creams wither upon contact. It looks like something I might stumble upon with horror while googling rash (as an aside, I made that stupid stupid mistake a few weeks ago when I noticed a very small, possibly allergy-inflicted rash on Munchkin. It wasn't, but left me with some leper-ous images burned in my brain). And a lot of good it did - we've both caught Munchkin's cold! Sniff, sniff... The only positive out of this whole affair is that we are still free of The Dreaded Pink Eye! (Now let me just take a moment to scratch my eye....ahhhh.....)
So it's D-Day for taxes and for the first time in, I'd say my entire life, I have something to smile about! Every year, it's been the same rigamaroll for us. We enter H&R Block, smiling, hopeful, a little smug even, with dreams of how we're going to spend our tax refund...and every year we leave the tax office completely deflated, depressed, dejected (you get de- picture), stuck with owing the IRS $2,000+.
We've donated more to charity. We've upped our withholdings. We bought a house. We have modest jobs that pay modest wages. We've tried just about everything - everything, that is, except having a kid. Enter the glorious year of 2007, the year of our first born. Ta da! We finally are getting $2,000+ back. So that's the way it works, eh? I left the tax office this year proclaiming, "We shall have more kiddies. We'll repopulate the earth with them!" and laughing maniacally all the way to the bank. I wonder if that's how Chris O'Donnell got started.
Tick tock. Tick tock. There are only 30 hours separating me from an amoxicillin-free life (well, at least for the time being!)
Munchkin got an ear infection last week and has been on 4 mls of the pink stuff twice a day ever since. Not since I had to administer flea meds to my cat (who knew squeezing a tiny tube of liquid on the back of the neck could be so hard?!) have I experienced such a battle of wills. I hold Munchkin down while my husband uses a dropper to squeeze that stuff into his mouth. Munchkin writhes around like something from "The Exorcist." And then it's done. Well, at least for another eight hours or so. I can't imagine what the stuff tastes like. The smell is a heady combo of Pepto-Bismol and paint thinner and sadly, this is the second time in the past three months that Munchkin has had to endure the big A bomb. The first time he took it straight up, no flavors to mask it. This time, when I hit the pharmacy, they handed me a lengthy list of flavors - everything from bubble gum to watermelon - to add to it. Now that was surreal. Baby hasn't been exposed to most of these -- how could I choose? I knew he didn't like grape (based on the vomitastic face he makes whenever we give him Tylenol). I knew he didn't like banana (based on the vomitastic face he makes whenever we give him banana baby food). And so I twirled my finger around the sheet and finally settled on raspberry. They added the flavor shot to the medicine. But as I said, it really hasn't made an iota of difference. He still hates it. And so do I. I look forward to tomorrow when I can say bye-bye amoxicillin, hello sanity!
For the past few weeks, we've been on a holy grail of sorts. A sojourn for spoons. And finding that the right one isn't easy -- at least not for a picky mom like me.
Some friends of family gave us some to start with at Christmas and those were fine enough. Then I started to worry about whether they were BPA and phthalate-free so started expending far too much energy locating the right spoons. Meanwhile, Munchkin had a mind of his own and wanted to start trying to feed himself every time he used the ones we had - pastel-colored spoons - smearing food all over his hands and face and weeping angrily every time I tried taking it away to feed him. So after another night of wrestling with the Munchkin over a key lime pie-colored spoon, I tried one of our spoons - one of the silver dessert spoons we got as a wedding present. No bisphenol A or phthalates in sight! Not only does he eat very well when I use them but he doesn't try to grab it out of my hands. I guess one worry about silver is that it can heat up quickly but in our case, I never make food hot so it's a non-issue. The only negative I can see is the sound of metal against his little teeth -- worse than nails on a chalkboard. Moral of the story: This baby wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth but he sure does like 'em now! Who knew!?! |