The fever finally broke this morning. Poor monkeybaby has been sick the last few days with a mean stomach flu. It started suddenly with a Linda Blair episode in the dining room. He couldn't keep anything down and he was burning up, so we got in during Saturday hours to see the doc, got an Rx for tiny tylenol suppositories and a couple doses of some serious anti-nausea meds. Apparently it's worth giving babies/toddlers stuff normally used for chemo patients so that they don't keep barfing and dehydrate. Dehydration quickly leads to the hospital. In any case, it worked, and we had him on sips of watered down gatorade every half an hour, and now the worst is over. We've managed a few bites of yogurt and a cracker this morning, and that's good. Monkeybaby got to spend the bulk of the weekend in our bed lounging and sleeping on us - the sweet side of being sick, if there is one.
I had some version of this crap a week ago, and of course now I'm getting a cold. It's just one after the other. Monkeydaddy seems to be riding this out with little to no ill effects. But I think monkeybaby spends more time sticking his hands in my mouth than daddy's. Who knows.
Coupled with the latest ever recorded snow in Seattle (even this morning there were big flakes) it's been a weird few days.
The new freelance is great, I like being in the office more than I thought I would, but I'm still struggling to have the work be as much as possible from home. The side effect to this is that we have a tiny bit of disposable income again (or we are able to decide that we do) and after a frugal year off it feels like the money is burning a hole in my pocket. The reality of this is the same as always. I bought a few things (books, a CD, $16 of yarn, a VERY minor trip to Ikea) and bought a nice gifty for monkeydaddy, and beyond that it's mostly just daydreaming about spending money. The funny thing about buying THINGS is that I really love a good thriftstore score and for the most part I don't have a real need to buy big things. I'm pretty happy going to the grocery store and buying whatever I want to buy and having nice soap. Little luxuries. (Note to the universe: don't get me wrong, I wouldn't be averse to money falling from the sky into my yard).
Other random stuff (I could go on all day, as monkeybaby is asleep next to me and I don't feel like moving)... The dumb non-flowering magnolia tree in the front yard is slated to meet the alligator. A couple of years ago now the laurel met the alligator. The DNFM apparently was a girl scout tree and it has grown a bit in 9 years, but never flowered and doesn't look like much. So, after much deliberation, I think I've decided that I'd like to plant a Coral Bark Vine Maple ("Pacific Fire"). Runners up include a Japanese Snowbell or a Katsura. I really love ornamental cherries/plums/etc., but there is one every 4 feet in Seattle. So, I'm going to go with something that has more year round interest. My favorite thing in the yard now is my golden full moon maple. Such a lovely tree, but VERY slow growing. One day it will be stunning outside the dining room windows.
Knitting has been on a bit of a hiatus. I'm not sure where I left my mojo. I *want* to knit, but it kind of just doesn't happen. Granted, I've been feeling crappy, and work takes a lot of the brain cycles I was spending on other things. So hopefully my mojo will turn up and I'll get back to business. I can always think of a thousand crafty things to make, but it can be slow going in actual production. One day when the basement is clean maybe I'll have time to do something. (Probably when monkeybaby is monkeyteen).
Huge puffy clouds, sunshine, and no baby fever. It's a good day now.
