Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Go away burglars

Oh, hi there! I am back from Indiana, so you may wish to shelve your plans to rob my house. Not that there's anything particularly valuable here. I think my laptop is probably the best you'll find, and it's three years old.

The trip was pretty uneventful. Nothing insane happened, no near-death experiences. The Child, of course, screamed on the way there and on the way back, but only for about an hour each way. And it never reached Nazg├╗l Shriek levels. So, distressing and irritating, to be sure, but oh, it could have been worse.

The best part? She slept like a champ the whole time we were there. Well, the second night not so much. We shared a room with her the first two nights. First night, she crashed and slept like the dead for 13 hours. Second night, she was all caught up on sleep, knew we were in there with her, and decided that meant it was party time. So we moved out to the living room floor.

There were lots of card games, and way too much good food (I'm pretty sure I gained at least five pounds), and even more fun. After going to Colorado, I was dreading this trip. But a baby who sleeps makes ALL the difference.

Tomorrow an old college friend is coming for a visit. We haven't seen him since shortly after we were married. He was an usher in our wedding, but then he had to go and move to the other side of the country. It's too bad because he's one of the funnier people I've ever known.

Anyway, I'm excited, but, of course, The Child has chosen this week to go and get sick. I'm not sure what's wrong with her. She's been mildly feverish for a day now and has had a slightly upset stomach for the last three days. Good timing, Grace!

(Of course I'm more concerned for how she feels than I am for the state of our house when our friend gets here tomorrow, but I still wish she could have waited a couple days longer to get sick)

I don't really know what to do with a sick baby, except chase her around with a cup of water all day (when I got her up this morning, she downed about 7 ounces in less than a minute). She needs to eat, of course, but I don't want to feed her too much and upset her stomach. Today she had a small bowl of oatmeal, a yogurt, half a quesadilla (1 quesadilla = 8" tortilla folded in half), a small bowl of applesauce, and some berries. Normally she eats that much just at lunch. She also slept 13 1/2 hours last night and had a 4-hour nap this afternoon. That's the really huge, sparkling, silver lining. That and the super cuddliness. She even wanted ME instead of JAMES at bedtime tonight, which happens once in... well, never, not since she suddenly became ALL DADDY ALL THE TIME a few weeks ago. Is it selfish and awful that I kind of like it when she's sick?

Speaking of All Daddy All the Time, do any of you SAHMs have this, too? I certainly enjoy the break when James gets home from work--she won't have anyone BUT him then--, but I have a little trouble not taking it personally. If she were a little older, I'd understand it. But it just seems weird at such a young age. I feel like I must be doing something wrong.

I got on here because I wanted to write something, anything down, but there's really not much to write about. We had a nice trip, life is boring but good, etc. I'm sure I will think of something more amusing soon enough.


  1. I wish my daughter would do the "all papa all the time" thing, actually. She's a bit older than yours, but she doesn't really do all that well with her Papa. He's in the military and was gone for a few months last Spring, and ever since then she's been rather cold and distant with him, doesn't want hugs or kisses, always prefers me, etc. It becomes rather exhausting.

    How old is Grace, again? I actually thought she was just about the right age for the "preference for the non-primary-caregiver parent" stage, but while I remember that she's a bit younger than my oldest, I don't remember how much.

    I'm glad she's sleeping so well for you, though! Awesome! Although the sick thing is a pain. Hopefully you'll be able to balance getting some cleaning done with taking care of sick baby.

    When are you due, by the way? I got the impression that you were getting close-ish from your last few posts, but I don't remember if you ever gave a due date (or month).

  2. Aw, that must hurt a little bit for your husband. :( She's not cold to me or anything, it's just that when both of us are in the same room, she clearly prefers him. And sometimes even that hurts my feelings.

    I didn't realize there was a stage for these preferences, though. That's good to hear. She's 15 months old, and this started about a month ago, I think. Mostly it's a good thing. I get a good break every evening. Weekends and vacations, though, it starts to get to me.

    She was much better today, and ate like a horse at dinner. That might be because we gave her all baby food, just in case, but still... I think she's improving. And she wasn't feverish either. The house got mostly clean, and the meal was good, so I'm happy! Our friend is very laidback, so I wasn't worried too much.

    I'm due March 4th, but I think that should be a week or week and a half sooner. I don't have my heart set on it, but I'm pretty sure I'm right. I can't believe there are only two months left. Oh my goodness.

  3. Oh my goodness- I'm so sorry! I feel responsible for Grace being sick! I let Ella get too close to her at church! I'm sorry. Ella did the whole cuddly thing, too, which was the big sign to us that she wasn't feeling well. Ella wanting to sit still for more than 10 seconds?! It was fun cuddling for a few days, but then my back just couldn't take it anymore. Hauling an extra 23 pounds around the house wherever I go... ugh. I hope Grace gets better soon!

  4. Oh, don't worry! Kids get sick. Helps build the old immune system. Sucks in the meantime, of course, but in the long run I consider it a good thing.

    And yes, I'm having a really hard time imagining Ella sitting still for any length of time at all. :) Hope your back has recovered!

  5. Two months left - I remember that being the hardest bit, both times. Once I got down to one month left, it wasn't as much of a drag. Weird, but true.