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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Valentine`s Day

We had decided that for dinner on Valentine`s Day we would go to Outback, but when we drove up there that night, there was an hour wait just to put your name on the list, and then another hour minimum to be seated. We decided to drive back to Lexington and eat at O'Charley`s, which brought up a conversation of the previous year`s events. Bryan and two guys in our ward got together and told us three girls that we were watching a movie and eating dinner. Then they disappeared one by one after making up excuses to go out to the cars and upstairs looking for things and delivered clues that we had to go find. They sent us to the riverbank where Bryan proposed to me, to a church building where one of the guys proposed to his wife, and to the restaurant where the other couple had had their first date, which was the same restaurant that Bryan and Aidan and I were at. Then they cooked us this really great dinner. It was a fun night, out first ever Valentine`s Day with Aidan, who sat in his high chair and munched on cheese and a tortilla and was good all night. I even got roses out of it all.



No Stopping This Little Boy

A few weeks ago, Aidan had an accident in the exersaucer that resulted in the removal and washing of the cloth seat. I forgot about it and left it sitting on the dryer for awhile, and Aidan hadn`t played in it since the day it was washed. Bryan and Aidan are in the office one day, when Bryan calls for me to come in there and see what Aidan is doing. He was crawling around on the floor playing, and I don`t know what made Bryan turn around, but when he did, he saw that Aidan had crawled onto the bottom part of the exersaucer, and pushed himself up through the empty middle part where the cloth seat goes. Pretty smart thinking, and he was very proud of himself.


Strange and uncomfortable sleeping positions

Don`t Mess With Aidan....

You might get a nasty look.


Sunday, March 15, 2009

GASTROENTERITIS AND ONE MISERABLE BABY

This week`s events:

Week was relatively normal until Wednesday night, when Aidan didn`t eat well...very unusual for him. Thursday was no different, he only drank milk and was not at all interested in solid food. So after his lunch bottle, I carried him into the kitchen and was about to clean up his face and wash the bottle, when he throws up everywhere and on both of us. I had to set him down on the floor to clean it up, and he cried and cried because he wanted to be held. I was watching three kids then, so Bryan had to come and get Aidan and take him home, while I disinfected everything Aidan had touched that day. He didn`t throw up again, but he has had about ten bad diapers for the last every day for the last three days. So last night, when there are no signs of it letting up, I call a pharmacist that we go to church with and ask what he thinks about Imodium for a ten month old. He says no Imodium for a child under two, and tells me some things we can try, and says he recommends having him looked at. So we all head off to the urgent care at about 7:30, and there is a four hour wait. We haven`t had dinner, and Aidan is going back and forth between clingy, happy and irritable. I`m freaked out because I`m a first timer, I know nothing about this type of thing(thanks Jill and Rachael, for the advice) and I`m trying not to meltdown between my semi-dehydrated child, whose weight I`m worried about, because he has not gained easily over the last ten months. Thankfully it took less than four hours, and the doctor said he had gastroenteritis, and then couldn`t make up her mind whether or not he needed an x-ray to see if air and gas were trapped in his stomach. So we were sent home with a cranky tired baby, a prescription to treat a bad diaper rash, and instructions to make him drink as much as we could. This morning, after he was awake half the night screaming(again, completely unusual for him)he is still going through the diapers, though not as much, so maybe there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Getting good at these....



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