snotty boy

The Dillo had a rough night last night, with coughing and snot, and did achieve a decent fever. mr. flea and I took it in shifts from about 1 am on as he rolled about feeling sorry for himself and rubbing his nose on us. Now mr. flea is home with him - and he's actually in a tolerable mood - and I am trying to get through a day of niggly little things at work. Very tired.

I guess this ick is going around - I received a very lengthy email from one of my online professors (greenchick knows the one) detailing the course of his recent flu, including temperatures he registered, the rupture of his eardrums, etc. All of which is like, whoa, oversharing, dude! Also, no excuse for not putting any assignment up for this week, since if you had bothered to plan the entire semester in advance you wouldn't be having this problem.

I miss my snotty-nosed little dude. He's a talk explosion lately, and so sweet, even if he kept slapping me in the face at 6:30 am. (He was angry at being sick, and has the usual 19 month old issues with expressing emotions as he has them...)

joy & pain

The bad part of the equation is the little sickie boy is rather pitiful. I came home to find him in good spirits though red-eyed and runny-nosed. I nursed him, and he took both sides before stopping, coughing, and redepositing everything all over me. You haven't had a fun day until you've wiped baby vomit off your bare breast, I always say.

(He did manage to make this part fun - we play a game called "naked baby alert" which originated with Casper and the obligatory after-bath running about unclad. We call "naked baby alert" and make a "whoop whoop" alarm system noise. This also now extends to "naked daddy alert" and "naked mommy alert." Dillo now notes when anyone is naked, and starts making the "whoop whoop" noise. When he's the one naked, he also boogies down. So I was stripping off the vomity clothes from both of us in the bathroom, and he cheerfully started going "whoop whoop." When he got naked, it was all butt-wiggles.)

But he deteriorated from there and was feverish, runny-eyed and without appetite by dinner. I got him to sleep at 6:20, then again at 7:00 and i hope he stays that way for a few hours at least.

Casper and mr. flea went off the the Mother of All Malls after dinner, he to ogle the MacBook Air, she to acquire two new books from The Spiderwick Chronicles. Sometimes I can see an 8 or 10 year old in my 4 year old. She LOVES these books. Loves the monsters and trolls and fairies and mild spookiness.

The joy part of the evening came when I wrote a short review of a new database at work, Dissertations and Theses Full-Text from Proquest. I can now download and peruse at will the offerings of my former colleagues in grad school. So far I'm just reading the acknowledgements and getting sentimental. I'm also so proud of everyone!