Private moments

So once I became a mom...I quickly realized that doing almost anything bathroom related ALONE was a thing of the past.  Especially now, when Adam is too big to contain anywhere, but not big enough to leave alone - which is why I have to keep the bathroom door open when I'm doing my business.   Hubs is baffled at this act, but hey - a mom's gotta do, what a mom's gotta do.  I'd like to see how he handles pooping when he's in a house alone with a toddler.
Nine times out of ten this means that I might steal a few seconds alone but then inevitably Adam will follow me and start asking questions "whatcha doin mama?" - "hey mama, you got stinks?" - you get my drift.   It's awkward....and annoying that I can't poop in peace...but to avoid him running amok while I'm in there, it's what I gotta do.  I am the fastest pooper in the west.

Today, Adam was all involved in watching Max and Ruby (is anyone else annoyed that these bunnies seem to have NO parents whatsoever?) and I thought it would be a safe time for me to steal away and have a private pooping moment.  I actually took a chance and closed the door and took longer then 3.8 seconds....a relaxing poop if you will.  At least it was, until I walked out of the bathroom and realized that my sweet little angel was NOT sitting on the couch.  In fact I came upon this in the hallway...

And then I stepped into the kitchen and saw this:

Following the trail further into the kitchen:

Into the bin apparantly...

Further still into the laundry room....basket of CLEAN clothes (or at least they were)

Even the dog food bin got the wrath:

When I turned to go back into the kitchen, I found the culprit - completely oblivious and happy as a clam...

2 minutes in the bathroom = 1 hour clean-up

What - A - STINKER

* I know he needs a haircut, but I am lazy

**Hubs is in Chicago all this week for work - but today is his 35th birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUBS!!!!

We miss you so much, and we love you to bits :)

Trip #3

To the ER that is!  Yes, hubs and I had one more trip to the ER with our boy last week.  3 times in one year, that should hold us for a while right?
This time was pretty scary.   He had a high fever here at home, although we felt like we couldn't get quite an acurate reading using the under the pit method, and he's so squirmy when taking it.  He was incredibly hot and once he started babbling incoherently, I thought he might be hallucinating - our parenting instinct kicked in and we headed to the ER. 
Ironically, we had taken him to the pediatrician that morning because both hubs and I have sinus infections, and Adam started to have a low grade fever and cough, so we decided to nip it in the bud - although murphy's law, he had no fever once we arrived, and they diagnosed him with a virus and sent us home with the whole rest/tylenol/benedryl cocktail of instructions.   That evening is when things took a turn for the worst, and when we got the ER around 11pm, his temp was 104!   So scary, hubs and I were very nervous.  We saw our poor lethargic kid lying in a hospital bed feeling like utter crap, and boiling hot to the touch.  That just sucked.
He's HORRIBLE at taking liquid meds, so they immediately gave him tylenol suppositories, to get the show on the road of bringing that fever down.  But then they tried to give him motrin in liquid form and learned firsthand what we meant by "he's not great at the medicine thing".  There was screaming and holding him down and spitting and choking.  It was...in a word....AWFUL.  And then they had to do it again for an antibiotic. 
I was strong when I had to be - but when that part was over and my sick little boy crawled into my lab sobbing, I kinda fell apart.  Holding him down like that goes against everything in me...even if I know they're just trying to help him.  Plus, darn kid is STRONG!
They sent us home when he still had a 102.5 temp, so needless to say we didn't sleep much that night.  It spiked again around 4am, but after giving meds it went back down.  He held steady at a 101.5 fever for the next couple of days and then it finally went away.  Just a nasty virus I guess.
So there you have it - that's what we've been up to at the Thyphoid Mary House of ILL lately - hunkered down and hermity trying to get over all our sicknesses.  Hubs and I still sound like we're gonna cough up a lung any minute, and AJ is nursing a runny nose and cough still too.   This season has been the worst!