Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Who doesn't love a sleeping toddler?!

Isn't that precious? All parents can appreciate the beautiful site of their sleeping child. Parents of independent and active toddlers can appreciate it even more.

I snapped this picture during one of Fiona's midday naps last week. I went into her room because after 2.5 hours I heard her making some noises and figured the nap was over....this is the vision I came across. Heaven! I quick snapped the picture and she went on to sleep for almost another hour. It makes up for all the days where she wakes up just as I sit down to eat lunch!

The Fiona-nap is a glorious thing. I am certainly addicted to it. As a great sleeper myself, I can only imagine sleeping for 1-3 hours right after lunch every day! However, if the napping/sleeping thing is genetic, we might have some issues. Jim gave up his nap permanently around Fiona's age. GASP! I dread the thought of losing my quiet time to eat/shower/read the paper/make blog posts/stare aimlessly at the beige wall.

May my first child be the only child in the world who needs/wants a nap every day throughout her childhood! :)

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Post #50 - Breakfast

To commemorate our FIFTIETH posting, please enjoy a video from breakfast this morning. Apologies for the dark picture.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Tricky Mommy

First, let me confess something to you all: I am a misspeller. See? That is spelled wrong, isn't it? My sweet English major husband would be so disappointed. I PROMISE that I know how to give antibiotics to patients, even if I can't spell them correctly in blog posts. (See the last post, if you haven't already noticed my horrible spelling)

Moving on! I am a tricky Mommy. I got Fiona to take her antibiotic today by drawing it up into a syringe and then drawing up some Motrin in the same syringe. She got the "yummy" flavor first and before she knew it, she was medicated! I would like it noted that I tried this same trick yesterday with Hershey's chocolate syrup and it was gagged upon. Are we sure she is MY child?? Do you know how deliriously happy I would be if someone walked up to me with a syringe of chocolate and said "You must take this"?

My child has a rough life, clearly.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Antiobiotic Detective

Anyone need an antiobiotic detective? Well, I have one for you if you do!

Fiona loves medicine. I am sure I have mentioned that here somewhere, but its true--the girl likes Tylenol and Motrin. Given that information, one would assume that giving her antiobiotics for a double ear infection would be a piece of cake, right? Wrong. She decided that she hates it and can sniff it out in any substance: yogurt, pudding, applesauce, chocolate syrup, and the blessed milk.

Today I got a new cherry flavored antibiotic and put it in her lunchtime milk. She took one sip of the milk, pointed to it, and said "Medicine". I ignored her and encouraged her to keep drinking. She then dropped her cup on the floor near Casey our dog. I guess we can't fool that girl.

This should be an interesting 10 days of treatment.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Croup is crap

So, it was Monday evening, and Fiona was feeling a little under the weather. I had just come home with her, and Wendy had just woken up - she was scheduled to work an overnight shift from 11pm - 7am. We had dinner and played a bit, noticing that Fiona had a little runny nose and was more tired than usual. Thinking she was coming down with another cold, we put her to bed.

At around 9pm, Wendy got a call from work that she was cancelled - they had enough nurses for that night's patient load. Normally this would be nice, but not when you slept that afternoon preparing to be up all night.

Little did we know that this rest would prove to be useful.

It was 9:30 or so, Fiona woke up fussing and coughing, and after a moment fell back asleep. It happened again a bit later, but this time she sounded worse and was crying more. We went upstairs to calm her, and that's when we heard the seal bark cough. Unlike anything we had ever heard. Then we could hear the stridor, which in my opinion sounded scary. Fiona's throat was swollen and she was having a hard time breathing.

Fortunately for Fiona (and me), Wendy is a SuperMom. Her nurse skills instantly took over and she ordered me to turn on a hot shower to steam up the bathroom. As I held Fiona in there, Wendy called her co-workers in the nursery at Methodist to get their opinions. After about 15 minutes in the steam, Fiona was still not breathing great, so we decided to take a trip to the ER. Better safe than sorry, right? Within 3 minutes we were all bundled and packed and out the door. On the way there we opened the windows to get in some cold air - which also helps treat croup - but it wasn't terribly cold.

Eventually we got to the hospital and went in to see a doctor. Unfortunately, Fiona has developed a terrible fear of medical personnel. Anyone she has seen in scrubs - other than her Mom - has ended up either poking and prodding her, giving her a throat culture, or giving her a shot. As a result, she basically freaks out in their presence. So as the ER techs and nurses and doctors would come and go, she would get very upset, cry and cling to whichever parent was holding her.

The doctor gave Fiona some medication and had us wait to make sure it took effect. She was playing with some of the toys we brought to pass the time. Fiona also had some crayons but nothing to color on, so I let her color on my t-shirt that I was wearing.

Whatever it took to keep her occupied and otherwise calm at 12 am. Eventually we were given the ok to leave - her breathing had improved dramatically and her cough was much better. We got home at about 1:30 and put her to bed, she slept for the next 7 hours straight.

It's been 2 days now, and while Fiona is still fighting a cold and cough, she's doing much better. Here she is coloring - on paper this time - one of her new favorite hobbies. It was a nerve-wracking night for Wendy and I, but fortunately things turned out fine.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

The Great Pumpkin!

Who remembers the Charlie Brown Halloween Show, "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"? It's a classic, but it seems like I always miss it when it's on TV before Halloween. This year I'm going to be proactive and check out this TV Guide web page to know exactly when it's on. Hopefully Fiona likes watching it with me.

Yesterday we went on a hunt for our own great pumpkin at a local pumpkin patch. The weather was great, but as you can see Fiona liked playing with the bales of straw more than she liked the pumpkins. Needless to say, I'll be carving the pumpkin Han Solo this year.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Halloween Costume #1

We had a neighborhood Halloween party this weekend - lots of fun, except it was hot and muggy. Fiona's actual costume this year is a poodle, and it's not exactly a breathable costume. So before this party we picked up a simple Halloween Pumpkin Witch outfit at Target. Here's Fiona posing.

As you can see, our neighbors who hosted the party went all-out, complete with the inflatable jump-around thing. I don't know what these are called, but I wouldn't mind hopping around in it myself.

Fiona gave this a try, but at 18 months old I don't think she's quite ready. She liked to run around in it at first, but as more and more kids jumped around, it was harder for her to stay standing, and she was having a hard time walking back to the door to get out. In the end, Wendy and I were trying to coax her to crawl like a baby, but she kept trying to walk and would inevitably fall when some kid jumped near her. She eventually made it out, I think we'll wait until she's 2 before she gives one of these another try.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Missing Dad

Time flies - I haven't posted in almost a month. Such is life when you're an Old Man. Actually, between some house projects, a couple of business trips, and the aforementioned 30th birthday, my time recently has flown by. So this past weekend was a treat to spend with Fiona, as her momma worked delivering other babies.
It rained most of the weekend, so we were stuck indoors. Here's a few shoe-related memories. First, the Zapruder-like clip captures Fiona trying to put her own shoes on. It's no small feat - pun intended - and as you can see she doesn't exactly hide her frustration.

Her parents' shoes are much easier to put on, and here is a series of pics showing Fiona shuffling around in Wendy's Crocs.