Archive for April, 2008

Nothing much

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

There doesn’t seem to be anything going on worthy of writing about lately. So I don’t really know why I am putting fingers to keyboard now, but whatever…

Callum has been sick again, another cold that’s made him wheezy. He was scaring me a bit on the weekend, with a lot of sleeping and not a lot of eating, but he seems more like himself again now. He just keeps choking on his phlegm, which has been making him vomit up his milk or food, which is not really very nice. I never realized how lucky I was that Oliver never got sick until he was like a year old. There’s just nothing I can do for him except comfort him – saline nasal drops don’t seem to do much. And his inhalers aren’t working that well either as I think his wheeze is upper respiratory.

Oliver is lately obsessed with Yo Gabba Gabba, which I used to think was cool, until I had to watch it 500 times in a row. And it’s only on Treehouse once or twice a week which means it’s the same episodes all the time that we are subjected to.

Tonight is his daycare spring concert and unlike last year, where none of the junior toddlers even participated in the show, I think we may actually get to see him sing with all his friends tonight. It will even feature a song in Spanish where they are all going to be dressed as butterflies. So he’s wearing fairy wings. Ha ha. Photos and video will be taken.

He’s also determined to spend every minute he can outside on the deck, particularly playing with a new water toy my mother got him, which is like little boats and trucks going around a water channel, and you’re meant to put sand in the middle where there’s crane. Also BUGS. He has discovered the joys of flies, spiders, lady bugs/birds, and other creepy crawlies. I am, of course, trying to instill fear of such creatures in him by telling him they will bite you and they are yucky. It’s not really working that well.

Mark and I were able to go out for dinner by ourselves on Saturday night as my mother stayed over and babysat. We had some coupons (I’m a coupon queen now) for various restaurants near us where 99% of the population is Italian, so the choice was Italian, Italian, Italian or Italian-Asian fusion. We ended up at a dive in a strip mall, a terrible looking place where we were the only customers save a birthday party for a bunch of teenagers. But the food was fantastic. Really, really delicious. Italian done very well.

But this coming weekend? This weekend is going to be interesting. I’m going on a road trip with my family, as in my parents and brother, to Kingston, about 3 hours east of here, to attend a dinner and function for my dad getting some big award for service to Scouts Canada (I won’t elaborate, but he’s very worthy). And Mark and Oliver and Callum are going to be hanging out by themselves for at least 24 hours. All I can think about is sleep. Getting sleep. Sleep with no interruptions. I mean, I’m not THAT sleep deprived right now; I’m not suffering through night feedings or children screaming or anything horrible at night. It just feels like the nights are too short, and I can’t seem to get more than 5 or 6 hours uninterrupted. But on Saturday night, I could go to bed at like 9pm and wake up at 9am. That sounds like the most joyous thing EVER.