Life's Little Pleasures

Today, I am relishing in options. I COULD post more whiny garbage about my life, but instead, I am choosing higher ground. I am going to let you in on a few silly things little man has done that has just made me crack up.
After his bath last night, we were cuddling on the couch watching the last few minutes of Idol. This seems to be one of little man's favorite shows, and if he's going to sit still for a few minutes to settle down at night, I'm all for it. A couple of silly things happened in the fifteen minutes we were sitting together.
When David Archuletta was finished singing, little man let out a "wow, good!" and then proceeded to clap with the rest of the AI audience. Either he is starting to formulate his own opinions, or he is becoming a zombie to television like most of America. Either way, it was DARN cute! During a commercial break, out of NOWHERE little man started singing "jingle bells"! My jaw dropped to the floor and I could not help but laugh at him. When I asked him where he learned that song he replied "Santa Claus"....yeah, he definitely has a great imagination.
He has also adapted this really funny high pitched giggle. He uses this giggle in an attempt to distract me. For example, this morning when I was getting him ready, he started giggling and giving me oggly eyes when I went to put his socks on. Yes, sometimes it tickles when someone else puts your socks on, but he was giggling before I even touched his tiny feet. I would rather have him laughing than crying though!!
Little man has also been ADAMANT about doing things himself. Things that are far beyond his years like tying his own shoes. It's really cute, and my "mommy patience" has definitely kicked into overdrive. Our normal time allotment has doubled itself, but it's alright because it's really amazing to see him actually working things out and being successful at life's small challenges. He now can put on his own footie pj's (with only the SMALLEST amount of direction...). At jambo time, he looks at me and says "I do it, mama." When he has his jambo's on he has the biggest grin on his face and is gleaming with pride. I love seeing him conquer new things...its sweet simplicity is a heart warming reminder that my baby is growing up.

Third Time is a Charm

So...I still feel like pooh. I left work this morning to go to urgent care to get checked out. Time seemed to stand still while I was waiting for the visit to culminate. I tested negative (for the second time) for strep...but the urgent care doctor thought since I had recent exposure he would treat me for strep and also make me stay home from work for another day. He also did something that I thought was totally out of the blue and prescribed a few vicodin (for my severe throat/head pain that almost had me in tears). I am not one for prescription pain killers, but I am at a point of desperation to make this illness vacate asap. I took one at the noon hour, and slept an extremely peaceful and heavy four hours. Hopefully a few sessions of deep "therapeutic sleep" will do this mama some good. Hopefully, the next time I check in I will be able to report a clean bill of health!

Twitter This.

I have jumped on a couple of internet bandwagons over the last year. First, myspace to keep in touch with Navy. Second, Facebook because I thought it was a really cool concept. Third, I started this blog. I have heard so much buzz about "Twitter" but I refuse to even check it out. The last thing this mama needs is yet another internet distration/addiction looming in the shadows, taunting me to sign on and "twit" (or whatever the bunk it's called). Instead of caving in, I have decided to use my blog as my own personal twitter :) (aren't I just the most non creative little genious EVAH!!)
I made it to work this morning, but I feel like royal pooh. My throat aches every time I attempt to swallow, and my head has had a constant naggin headache for over 24 hours. As much as I want to break down and cry, I have to stay positive and get through today...technically, there are only eight more hours to go! I'm.almost.there!
I hope everyone had a fantabulous Monday morning!! :)

Mom's Day

My throat is a mess. I went to the clinic on saturday morning, and they told me I didn't have strep (the fast test came back negative, so they sent the "sample" out for a 24 hour test). I will officially find out by late monday or tuesday if I have strep or not...BOO TO THEM! The minute clinic practitioner did tell me that if my symptoms got any worse I should immediately go to urgent care. I consistently ran a fever of 101 to 103 until Sunday morning. When I woke up on Mom's day, my throat was still throbbing.
Little man did me a favor on mom's day by not coming into my room until 7am. He crawled into bed and cuddled in for an hour. It was a very nice morning. At around 8, he creeped out of bed and roamed around for another hour, and at 9, he crawled back into my bed, laid down next to me and said in the cutest toddler voice "WAKE UP MAMA!" It would have been the cutest thing I've ever heard, if it wasn't for his nasty garlic breath! How does a toddler acquire nasty garlic breath you ask? Two things. First, grandma allowed him to have some of her "magic chicken noodle soup" which contains about six cloves of garlic. Second, I was cursed with "when I have a sliver of garlic I will permeate it through my skin for a week" gene, which I obviously passed onto little man...poor guy!
We stopped at the store and picked up a hanging flower basket for grandma. The rest of the day was spent at her house, lounging, relaxing and eating. It was nice, for the most part. I have a few issues to write about, but since it's mom's day, I will attempt to stay mostly positive.
To end on a positive note, grandma made her famous strata, which tastes delicious even when your throat is nasty, swollen and in extreme pain!
I would also like to thank everyone who wished me a happy mom's day. You are very sweet, and instead of making up excuses as to why I don't deserve your kindness, I will instead just simply say thank you...It really means a lot to me :)

I caught it.

I.Am.Sick.
I was woken up around 2am with a burning fever, and I tried to ignore, but it just wouldn't go away. I hobbled to the kitchen and took a couple of advil...The advil started working around 4:30. Needless to say, I am on my way to the clinic, and BURR I'm COLD!

Ick.

I am so thankful that tomorrow is the last day of the working week. Hopefully the upcoming weekend will yield a couple of stress-free and healthy days.
Earlier today, I had planned a trip to the grocery store to pick up a few staples for my house. I had to stay home from work due to complications beyond my control because little man could not attend daycare. We found a decent spot in the slightly busy parking lot, but as I was taking little man out of his car seat I noticed something that alarmed me. He had hives covering both of his hands, and running up both of his arms.
I made my best attempt to not freak out in front of him, but my insides were churning and all I wanted to do was start to cry. Will this little guy EVER GET BETTER?! We walked into the grocery store, and I immediately dialed the doctor. I spoke to a nurse while calmly pacing the isles of the grocery store. She recommended I bring him in to get him checked out sooner than later. I picked up non perishables, and we were headed to the Urgent Care.
The waiting room was a lot busier than I had expected. It took the triage nurse about a half an hour to even see little man, but once his name was called, it was only about fifteen minutes before the doctor came and saw him. Did I mention we had forgotten his blankie at home?? Yeah, that was a HUGE oops on my behalf!
The doctor came to the official conclusion (which I had already come to in my own head) that little man was, indeed, allergic to penicillin. I am extremely thankful that his reaction was not more severe. When we made it home, I gave him a small amount of benedryl, and we both laid down for a well deserved nap.
Tonight, his rash has still not fully disappeared. I am hoping by morning the tiny hives will be gone. Since they still need to treat the S word, they put him on a different antibiotic...so I guess he will be under a close watch by me for the next couple of days.
I'm tired. It has been a long day, and a very long week.

Stuck in a Rut

I am cursed with "The Girl Next Door" syndrome. I really wish I could embrace this...but I just can't. I am the female buddy, much like the neighbor girl from when you were growing up. The girl who was always seen as just a friend, never more, and rarely less. I don't know how or why I have fallen into this category, but it is where I reside...and I want out. I am sick of just being a friend...I want to rekindle my flirty spark. I want to resonate an attractive personality that screams "Let's be MORE than just friends." This is easier said than done...especially since I am clueless.
Navy received every personable gene you could possible imagine in my family. He is the type of person who you could stick in a room full of strangers, and within ten minutes every person would walk out of the room knowing who Navy was, and absolutely love him.
My softball team is a perfect example of how likable Navy is. The second Navy arrived home, I immediately thought it would be awesome if he would come and play softball with me. I gambled that the team would embrace him as a newcomer, especially since Navy was only in town for a few weeks...He has fit in like he has been on this team from day one. In a way, his social abilities remind me SLIGHTLY of my own prior to having little man. I was extremely carefree, and loved to go out and have a great time. The one large factor that sets us apart is his charisma. You can tell that people enjoy talking with him, and that people genuinely enjoy his company. I wish I was liked by that.
Lately, I have also felt like I have turned into a bitchy, cynical grump. I could sit here and type out endless excuses, but the truth is, I need to drop my anal-ness. I need to figure out a way to shed every ounce of negativity that is hiding inside my body. I don't know how I am going to go about doing this, but I know for certain that it needs to be done.