It's been a whirlwind (what a strange word...whirlwind. Does anyone really say that? "Hey," comments the Kansas native, pointing to his roof swirling 150 feet above his head, "look at that whirlwind go.") anyway... it's been a nutty couple of days.
Woog, as you know, has been under-the-weather (HA...see above roof-swirling comment). By Tuesday, I thought it prudent to take him in- his cough, so croupy and mechanical sounding, wasn't improving and he was beginning to tug on his ears. After ridiculous amounts of flirting (Woog, not me) and semi-wet diaper weigh-in (he's just cracked 20lbs), we left Easley Peds with antibotics for his double ear infection and bronchitis as well as an order to run across the street to the hospital for a chest x-ray, ruling out pneumonia. Poor chubby-butted baby.
Meanwhile in Pregnancy Land, Dr. Fat Fingers has placed an all-stop on nearly everything accept pooping. (Good thing). Dilated and shortened, this fat lady's cervix is ready to deliver forth one teeny-tiny little devil. Pleading to remain out of the hospital, appointments with Drs. FF and Greig (a slightly smaller build of man, PTL) have kept me on my feet for, what seems, the whole of the week. And this makes sense to them.
Yesterday Woog bashed his eye on one of his toys... he has his first black eye. Visualize this- croupy, snotty, crabby 1-year-old with a black eye and LONG doctor's visits (3 in one week). What does this equal? A desire for LIQUOR.
But here's a bit of sunshine... Today, this morning... Woog took his first steps!!!!!!!!! 3 of them! He was soooo proud of himself- he clapped and clapped and said, "Ehhhhhhh." And Mommy, she cried. And Daddy...he puffed his chest out a bit. And LuLu and Boz and Dub...thought to themselves, "WTF is all the noise about. Can't you bi-peds see that we're trying to sun ourselves. Lord Almighty, you think the kid had learned not to poop himself." (Denote the fur-baby sarcasm...I believe it's real.)
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