Monday, August 23, 2010

a new first

Woe is me! My nasal passages burn and my nose, it drips. I feel weakened by this accursed cold, and I fear that I might give it to my baby. Woe, woe, woe is me!

Yes, friends, a cold has hit home and set up shop in the face of yours truly. It's not horrible, so the above intro paragraph was merely to vent my frustrations by waxing poetically. I am afraid that I might give it to Noah. Actually, I may have already. I've had to keep a nasal aspirator nearby to suction his nose rather frequently. and he coughs here and there with a raspy little "kuuh!"Again, nothing to cause alarm, but something to be irritated at. (Not Noah, but our colds.) So, my precious followers, if you're reading this and then later on you fold your hands to pray, please think of me and my son; we're icky.
Currently, I am waiting for Stephan to get home. He's an amazing husband who's going to watch Noah while mommy recuperates with an epic nap. Noah is slowly drifting off to sleep in his crib, so I might get a head start on that nap. I'm trying very hard to ignore the drastic lack of groceries and the pressing need to go out and buy some. Otherwise, I might not be able to sleep. Okay, that's all I care to type about now. Good morning, people!

1 comment:

  1. Yes, this has been a "runny" day (reference to your nose and my activities). I needed to drive to the big city to run (there it is again) some errands. I got in my car, started the engine, and started to back out of the driveway. Oops, there was a small lizard on my windshield. What to do? Put the car in Park and jump out of the car and try to catch the lizard. I didn't think he looked like a big city lizard. I don't want to bore you with the details but I'm afraid, because of my lack of lizard trapping skills, the lizard rode to the big city with me.
    This could be the start of my first children's book series. "Larry the Lizard's Trip to the Big City"
    I'm concerned because I came back to the small town this afternoon but Larry did not return with me. I know his mother, Loretta, must be frantic that he is not home.
    How long will it take a young lizard to scurry 25 miles?