And We're Still Sick...

Poor WeeBee sounds like a mini Darth Vader, and I sound like an escapee from a TB ward.  Still, I doubt you want all the graphic details on our sniffles, so I'll move on.  Suffice it to say that we both fell asleep on the couch this afternoon and Daddy got blackmail photos of Mommy asleep with her mouth hanging open and drooling.  (I vehemently deny the drooling part.)

In mildly amusing WeeBee news, he has figured out that if something has steam coming from it, that means it is hot.  During the last week or so he has been coming out with random observations and I have no idea how he figured these things out.  Obviously I warn him if something like the oven or his oatmeal is hot, but I don't think I ever actually explained "See the steam?  That means it's still hot."  This evening I had a cup of tea on the counter, and he pointed up at it and started asking, "Hot?  Hot?"  He hadn't seen me pour the tea, and there were plenty of other things on the counter, so the only thing that could have possibly made it stand out was the steam.  I was rather impressed.  Then, the other week, we were at a coffee shop and he was fascinated by the glass pepper shaker, and somehow knew it was pepper.  I mean, we have a pepper shaker at home as well, but ours isn't clear, so I wouldn't expect him to know what pepper actually looked like.  Besides, while I cook with pepper all the time, it's not something I sprinkle directly on his food all that often.  Of course, when I ask how he knows these things, he just giggles.  Oh well...

It's Been Awhile

So it's been awhile since I updated you all on our adventures here, but both WeeBee and I have been sick, and by 10pm I was completely incapable of forming coherent thoughts, let alone sentences.  It's still pretty bad here (how can such a little nose hold so much sniffly gunk?) but WeeBee was well enough today to try to surf on his toy truck while holding the back of the rocking chair...

The one good thing to come of all this is that WeeBee has gone back to taking naps.  Although he's always been pretty good about sleeping at night, he's never been a good napper.  (Are there really newborns out there who sleep for 18 hours a day?  Because from the time he was a week or so old, day time was for observing the world, not sleeping for 3-6 hour stretches.)  About 3 months ago, he stopped napping completely.  If I was lucky he would fall asleep in the car while I was running errands, or occasionally in his stroller, but gas is way too expensive for me to drive around aimlessly every day in the hopes that he'll fall asleep, and it was way to cold and snowy in January or February to wander the streets with a stroller for more than 10 minutes.  Besides, the whole point was to get him to sleep at home, so I could get 20 minutes to clean my living room.

Well, I'm not sure if it's because he's been sick, or just a coincidence, but WeeBee has gone back to taking naps.  Generally some time between 1:30 and 4pm he has an irrational meltdown over something (being told he can't climb on the end table or run his truck into the dog food, for instance,) climbs into my lap screaming, and within 5 minutes is asleep.  I can think of much nicer routines (bedtime story? song? teddy bear?) but apparently this works for him.  It's completely hit or miss what sort of mood he'll be in when he wakes up, but it's generally nothing that a slice of peanut butter toast won't cure.  (Apparently peanut butter toast is to WeeBee what tea is to Mommy.)

Who knows, maybe this will continue and I'll actually get to update my blog more than twice a week.  :)

Why Does My Sick Toddler Have More Energy Than I Do?

I should preface this by pointing out that WeeBee never gets sick.  I vaguely remember him having a cold for 2 days when he was about 6 months old, but that's it.  So you can imagine my surprise when he stumbled into my room last night at around 12:30, all congested and running a fever.

Looking back, I was probably more upset than he was.  Having a little boy that never gets sick leaves one sorely unprepared for when they are actually sick.  I stripped him down to his diaper and gave him some cold apple juice, which brought the fever down a little, but then he started shivering so badly he couldn't speak clearly.  Not that this seemed to actually bother him - he proceeded to sit on my bed and wear his monkey pajamas on his head as a hat.  He probably would have slept through the fever if he hadn't been so congested.  Of course, he wouldn't actually let me near him to wipe his nose.  He thought the thermometer that I stuck in his ear was the most awesome thing ever, and insisted on me taking his temperature half a dozen times, but as soon as I came near him with a tissue, he was all "Nooooo, nooo, Mommy!" and squirming to the other end of the bed.  I figured there was no point in getting him all worked up and bringing his temperature back up, so I propped him up with my pillows, put on the classical music station (without any Bob the Builder shout-outs, thankfully) and convinced him to go back to sleep.

He woke up again around 4:30, and his temperature had gone back up again.  This time I gave him some Tylenol that I finally found, and he declared "Yummy."  He was perfectly content crawling all over the bed, talking to his stuffed animals, and trying to take his temperature.  And essentially, that's how he was all day.  Logically, the kid should have been in bed, exhausted and/or miserable.  He hadn't gotten more than 2 hours of sleep at a time, and he was still running a fever.  But no - Mommy and Daddy were stumbling around completely sleep deprived, while WeeBee tore around the house on his toy truck, bleary eyed and runny nosed, pausing only to ask for more juice and wipe his nose on my shirt.  Because, to a two year old, there's a difference between having Mommy wipe your nose, and running up to her and rubbing your sniffly little face all over her t-shirt...

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy he's happy.  I just wish I had that sort of enthusiasm for life today...