Sunday, January 24, 2010

Ty Builds A Chicken House

Ty will almost certainly have many wonderful things to add, but I thought I'd go ahead and post some pictures of the progress he's making on his chicken house. It's basically a converted dog house, and he's done a fantastic job on it.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Baby, it's cold outside

How many ways are there for a parent to feel guilty?

Last night I was reading Dr. Spock's Infant and Child Care book. I skimmed through the chapters on infants and noticed that the good doctor recommends 2 to 3 hours' time spent outdoors for babies.

Of course, I immediately felt guilty. I don't know that Bryce has had even 30 minutes outdoors for a while now. Then I remembered something important: it's really, really, REALLY cold outside right now. And, on top of that, he refuses to wear a hat or gloves (pulls them off). When I take him outside for any length of time, his lips go blueish and his hands feel like ice.

So it looks like we'll be waiting until spring to do any real outdoor activities again. If I can get him to keep his mittens and hat on, maybe we'll try that sledding thing... but I predict a very short experience given his current tendencies. At least I would really like to go!

Sunday, January 03, 2010


Yesterday was rough.

6:00 a.m.: Bryce wakes up from a long, sweating, feverish sleep. He wants mama. I get him and bring him to our bed where he attempts to nurse for a little while with a stuffy nose. He urgently requests juice. I do not deny him this, as he is sick and I am desperate to keep him hydrated. He chugs it. I hold him on my lap and he stares blankly ahead, blinking sometimes. His right eye is bloodshot. Suddenly, I hear a churning sound from his guts as he lurches forward and vomits all over our bed.

10:30 a.m.: Bryce has been clining to me all day. He does not want to be put down or held. He insists on watching "Hard Workin' Dog" on an old episode of Sesame Street over and over and over again. The remote breaks, so I am no longer able to jump chapters on the DVD. He has a meltdown. He resists napping, but not too much. His fever is around 101.

12:30 p.m.: Bryce wakes from his nap. He is still pale and doesn't want me to put him down, or hold him. His fever is around 100.

2:00 p.m.: Bryce's baby ibuprofin begins to wear off. His fever goes up to 102. We dose him again. He is miserable.

6:00 p.m.: Bryce eats! He says that he is hungry and eats some toast. Two slices!

7:00 p.m.: Bryce goes down to bed. He screams and crys and shakes his crib. I am happy he has energy and exhausted from the day. I go in at 7:45 and comfort him and put him back down. He continues to scream until 8:10, then apparently passes out. He sleeps all night without waking.

10:00 p.m.: 8 hours since his last dose. Ty checks on him. Temperature is 98.8!! THANK GOD!!

And that was our day. Oh yeah, I was sick too, but I really don't care :)

Saturday, January 02, 2010

Sick Baby

Two days of sick baby. There's really nothing worse than watching a helpless creature in distress, shivering and crying, radiating heat like a hot water bottle. Catatonic stares, listlessness. His fever topped out in the upper 103s, with 105 being the magic "take him to the hospital" number. We dosed him with tylenol and ibuprofen and kept the temperature down, so at no point was the fever dangerous, but it was miserable for all of us. Courtney was down with a fever of her own both days, and now I've got a touch of sore throat.

He's better today, back to energy and babbling about everything. A touch of pale, but seems to be firmly recovering.

Happy New Year.