Friday, March 24, 2006


How is it possible that my son and I could both have an ear infection at the same time? Who's idea of a sick joke is this?

Wednesday, March 22, 2006


Isn't it amazing how everyone in my family gets sick at the same time? Really, someone should do scientific experiments on the genetic makeup of a family that can feeeeel each other get sick, and the feeling actually causes them to get sick.

My sister is sick. My Mom is sick. My child is sick. I am sick. We are all sick together.

The 'rents got home Monday morning from their vacation. It took them 30 years to go on an "official" vacation together and my Mom was sick the whole time and two out of the five Hawaiian islands were flooded out. They even closed Pearl Harbor. I can just imagine my dropping, sopping wet parents standing outside the exhibit at Pearl Harbor, tickets in hand, yelling at the Polynesian guy: "What do you mean the whole harbor is closed?!? It's just a little rain, for Pete's sake! We waited thirty years to get here and I am not going back without seeing this memorial." Then my Mom would start coughing and they would have to leave, wet socks and all.

You can almost guarantee that any major event in a family members' life will be accompanied by a trip to the hospital by another member of the same family. As I said earlier, someone should do experiments on us. We are really amazing. This time, as my parents went off for the "I feel so broke, I want to go home" Beach Boys cruise, Zac went to the ER, followed by a doctor's visit a mere 10 days later. He started out with a runny nose and cough. Then the sneezing started. If you are looking for entertainment, watch an infant sneeze a runny, green booger and then not be able to figure out how to wipe his nose. He just kept licking up the boogers that ran into his mouth and shaking his head, kind of like Hooch shaking off his saliva in the movie, Turner and Hooch. It's all fun and games until you get hit in the head with a stringy booger. Then he started pulling on his ears and the howling all night shortly followed.

Yup, you guessed it. Double ear infection. Next stop, Ear-Nose-and-Throat Doctor for tubes. If it makes him feel better, I'm all for it at this point. There is just no rationalizing with a screaming baby, especially when you can't bribe his with icecream, boobies, or video games. Nothing. He is just miserable. Me being deathly ill didn't help.

Did I mention that between Zac and me, I have no more sick time left? I had to use my Employee of the Month day to take Zac to the Doctor and crawl back into bed with a cold sweat. I'm back at work today, holding on, barely.

Friday, March 17, 2006


Oh....what is interesting about a blog is that it captures a particular moment in time, with the rest of life slipping through the cracks. My blog hasn't captured much of anything lately, as I've been living in the gulleys and valleys of life outside of the internet.

BUT, I do have news to tell. Since this blog is dedicated to Zac, I'll share his news first. His first "official" word was "Mama" (no, not David Letterman as some of my friends had planned). He had been babbling "Dadadadadadadada" for about three months now, but I don't count that as his first word because: 1) He doesn't have a dada and 2)He didn't know what he was saying. He said, "Mama" on the floor of our living room, lying on his back with his arms outstretched, crying for attention. Let's just say that it got my attention. I immediately ran over to him and stood over him, not picking him up, until he said it again. Now, I might as well be a salivating dog because it is so much harder to ignore him when he's saying "my" name.

In other Zac news, he is recovering nicely from his third double ear infection in two months. The Doc is threatening that if he has too many more that they're going to put tubes in. I say, bring on the tubes. The poor kid has been miserable, especially with my parents on vacation. With me running around the house, trying to do the dishes, laundry, feed the cats, feed myself, and feed Zac, I don't have enough time to constantly hold him (Yes - M&D, he misses you two).

My first full day of solo parenting came last Sunday. Zac had been diagnosed with the ear infections on Friday (a bon voyage present from my Mom) and had started a new kind of antibiotics. The old antibiotics gave him horrible diarrhea, and he's still trying to gain weight from the whole rotavirus thing. Did I mention that I'd being willing to cut off a finger to keep this kid healthy? If not my fingers, than certainly someone else's. Nevertheless, I woke up Sunday and Zac had a rash on his forehead. Upon further inspection, I saw that the rash was all over his chest, back, and legs. I kept thinking, "Oh no, he has a rash. I need to make sure that he gets his medicine to fight the rash." It never even occured to me that the medicine might have given him the rash. About an hour later, Z and I were in the ER for the third time in eight months. This time they were at least polite enough to hide their excitement when I flashed my new health insurance card.

Four hours, two doses of Benadryl, and one new prescription for an antibiotic later, Zac and I were back at home. He slept most of the day and I decided to follow suit on the couch (Ahh...blessed naps). My son and I are so good at sleeping together, it's a little scary. I woke up this morning with his back to my chest, cuddled up like a little pea pod inside the pea. Unbelievably cute, even at 6:30am.

In other news, I met a guy two weeks ago at a local bar and have been hanging out with him. We've had a good time together, even if he is younger than me by two years. Five years ago he was in high school. Five years ago I was in England drinking warm beer and riding my bicycle on the left hand side of the street (although those two events never occured at the same time).

For the folks at home keeping score of my love life, this one is much better than the FOB. The guy I'll call, "Scout" is a supervisor at his job, has his own apartment, makes regular payments on his truck, and has what he likes to refer to as, "excellent credit". I'm not really sure why he told me about his credit, especially considering the fact that I wasn't planning on making a loan in the near future. It's nice to know that if I do need a line of credit, I can use his body as collateral. His most redeeming feature, besides being handsome and a good listener, is that he seems to be really into me. Surprising, if not shocking. I'm not that into me and I have to hang out with me all the time. Really, I'm sick of me, but me just won't leave me alone.


For the record, I haven't achieved "Sex in 06" yet. I'll keep you all informed.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006


I've been remiss on my posting of Zac pictures. Here is a fairly recent one, before he started spewing vomit and diarrhea (that is spit up on his collar - totally different). He is so shockingly good looking. I'm not sure what I imagined would come out of an incision in my uterus, but I never imagined that it could model for baby Gap one day.