I have seen in the blog world in the past people posting pictures for “Wordless Wednesday.” I have great things rolling around in my mind that I want to blog about, trust me, you would be amazed, but my time allotment does not allow for me to do as I wish (you should see my “drafts” section). So, this wordless deal would help me to post more, and it would require basically no thought on my end, just a bit of time to publish a pic (and choose which one). Now, obviously I have already broken the one rule of Wordless Wednesday by posting words here, but I figure I should explain myself first, right? I will not, however, despite the desire to do so, add any additional comments about the picture below.
I would also like to challenge some of you other blogging friends of mine to join in on this. I know we all want to document life a little more and share with our friends and family near and far about what goes on with our kids, jobs, pets, landscapes, etc, so why not participate in Wordless Wednesday? If you decide to play along, feel free to post your blog in the comments so that I can know to check out your site!
Without further delay, I present to you Wordless Wednesday:
We generally stay healthy around here. We eat well, stay active, and that tends to be enough to keep us safe. Two weeks ago though, Wesley came into our room at 5AM and was wailing of his tummy hurting. Before we could let his words sink in and begin responding, he vomited. Fortunately, it was on Thomas and his side of the bed, not mine :0)
This began a full day of me cuddling with a feverish little guy. I prescribed him rest and liquids, so we did just that.
I have never seen his temp get so high, and I was able to wear a few rounds of puke as the day progressed. It was an odd change of pace for us, together lounging all day long, in silence mainly, with very little movement at all, and as he snoozed on my chest, I played a game on my phone or read. With him just having a high temp and the vomiting ceasing, we just waited out the fever and prayed no one else got sick.
(when we had to go in the car one day, I had Wesley hold on to a mason jar in case he felt like he needed to throw up again. Fortunately, the jar stayed empty and the car stayed clean)
Once little Wesley was feeling better, we went three glorious days with no fever and no one else getting sick. I had assumed we were all in the clear, so life resumed as usual. Soon though, bliss was interrupted and Daniel began to run a high fever, which I know is just his body doing its job, but no momma (or daddy for that matter) enjoys seeing 104.7
He did not get sick to his stomach but he did complain of his throat hurting. This commenced tons of resting and TV watching, with hopes of no one else getting sick.
Once the next day was coming to a close, as Daniel seemed to be on the mend, and it was at that point I began to feel crummy. Turns out, all my cuddling with and caring for my boys made me a recipient.
When Monday came, Thomas went off to carry out his daily grind and my mom came to get Wesley so that Daniel and I could be puny together. He began to beg me to take him to the doctor and I began to feel progressively worse, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to get some sort of diagnosis.
I likely shouldn’t have driven us to the doctor, but I did. By the time we got home, I couldn’t think straight, and I felt as though my brain was literally melting out of my ears. I, too, now had a high fever, and my sadness increased as I thought about how my babies had likely felt that bad too but just didn’t have the ability to convey it to me fully.
At one point, I might or might not have called my mom crying. I’ll let you guess on if my 30 year old self did that or not.
With Thomas home, I talked to him in non-sense and he pushed some meds on me and I fell asleep. He canceled his next day activities and Wesley continued to stay with my mom, so Thomas took care of me (and Daniel too for that matter). I got soup and water and coffee, along with lots of love, with very little time out of the bed. In fact, this was my sickly view to the left and the right for two full days:
As fast as we were all sick, we were better, for the sickness was plain fast but very furious. However, when added between the 3 of us, it was one long week. So far, one solid week into wellness, Thomas has steered clear of the germs, which is fantastic, being that he is the one in the family that can least afford it.
Here’s hoping that was the only sickness we share this year. It would be good to have our sickness quota taken care of for 2013!
I hope your 2013 is off to a great start of health, not sickness.
It is officially 2013……but I forgot to tell you of some happenings from 2012. So, since I don’t keep a scrapbook other than this digital one, I want to log these moments for my future self.
This one happened quite a bit ago, but I never shared it here: Thomas commutes into school via the train. This has been kinda cool for him, and it gives him a grand opportunity to avoid traffic and fall asleep or study while someone else handles the transportation. He also gets to circumvent parking on campus and buying a costly parking pass. One day I had a friend in from another state attending a conference. She and I were going to have dinner together during one of her breaks, but if I waited on Thomas to get home from his hospital work and then headed out, I would not have been able to make the timeline work. Instead, I drove into the city and met Thomas at the train station and exchanged a kiss with him, along with handing off the kiddos.
They were so excited, they couldn’t even look at me for the photo. Both boys were bouncing and twitching about getting on the train. It was crazy cute! They rode the train home with Daddy and it was all they talked about for weeks.
I didn’t tell you about Daniel’s first race! Beginning in the summer, at each road race, Daniel insisted that he wanted to run too. When I ran the Halloween Haunt in my chicken costume, he begged to come along, but with that being a 5 miler, I knew it would be nothing but a bad choice if I agreed. Thanksgiving day though, there was a Turkey Trot 1 mile fun run, so I signed the boy and myself up and we were ready to run!
(I like the cute kid photo bombing in the back. I like to believe he is thinking of how awesome I am and that he wish his mom were to run with him in the race) Daniel completed the whole mile and had a super time. I didn’t get our official pace, but it wasn’t about that of course. It was about Daniel doing something that I love, which was also something he wanted to do. All Thanksgiving day he was busy telling everyone what he had done that morning. Such a great boy!
And I know this picture does not have him in it, but I just love this picture anyway, cause it shows me, unaware that Thomas was taking our photo as we prepared to cross the start line, and I am genuinely proud of my 6 year old road race runner in his very first Turkey Trot.
Daniel also performed in a school Christmas musical. He sang some superb songs, like “Hip Hop the Reindeer.” Christmas classic, indeed.
He looks a little unsure in this picture above, but he really did a great job in the performance. One of the best bell ringers out there, if you ask me. In late November, after Thanksgiving, my mom celebrated another birthday. I know how old she is but I am not sure I should tell you :O). We went out to eat and had a great time
Parents were asked to send a wrapped book to school for their kiddo to open at the celebration. Daniel unwrapped his fast and read it faster. That boy is a fantastic reader, and I am so glad he loves exploring a book.
I bought the game Operation for the kiddos. I thought that they would like it, and I remember loving it when young. Although they have made some slight changes to the game, it is still a fun one, and the fine motor skills it helps to improve is pretty awesome.
Even Thomas took the game seriously :O)
I was able to chaperone Daniel’s field trip to a local arts center to see an animal exhibition. We rode together in the very last seat on the big school bus. He was so proud to be sitting next to me. May those sweet days never fade (insert very, very wishful thinking here. I would love it to be, although I doubt it probable at 15 that he will want me sitting next to him)
So yeah, new year, old news, but essentially since I have put it on the good ol’ web log, it is actually new news, right?
Happy New Year! I hope yours is off to a great start. Maybe this year I will update more frequently, for I know inquiring minds want to know the mundane and the magnificent about our days :O). Much more has happened, obviously, but at least logging a few here makes for a good record.
Be on the lookout for a Christmas recap. Maybe I can get that one out in January too!