Pin It 1. I had to edit out the "before" picture in my last post. Every time I pulled my blog up, there was my big old smiley face staring back at me and it was freaking me out a little.
2. Yesterday was our 11th anniversary. My mom babysat so we could go out to dinner, and when we got back, Carter was throwing up. We spent a very romantic anniversary night with our three year old sprawled between us. My husband, who reads as many blogs if not more than I do, (but will not comment, because that would not be manly) looked at me meaningfully and said, "The Hotfessional posted a really nice note to her husband on HER blog." Sorry honey. Here you go: Happy Anniversary, you sexy, sexy beast.
3. Abby is better. Completely over the croup. Of course, now Carter has it. He started sounding suspiciously frog-like yesterday afternoon, and last night around 9PM he got feverish and started wheezing and throwing up phlegm. We spent most of the night in either the steamy bathroom or outside in the cool night air, trying to help him breathe. He woke up ready for the day at 5:45 AM. Today is gonna be AWESOME. I'm sure this post will reflect how amusing I find the whole situation (which is to say - NOT), and how delightfully energetic and creative I feel at this moment.
4. This is me:
This is Abby:
(Abby, I apologize in advance for your short, short legs. Your father tried to give you more of a genetic advantage, he really did.)
5. I bought a pregnancy test, since I am still tearing up over everything. Yesterday I read Horton Hears a Who to my son, which I've read a BILLION times, and it made me cry, (because, you know, a person's a person, no matter how small). I'm fairly sure this is not a normal response. I took the test. It was broken - the control line did not appear. I am not amused. I AM NOT AMUSED.
Edited to Add: We just got back from the ER where Carter had a breathing treatment and steriods after his lips started turning blue from lack of oxygen. I have a feeling we'll be back there tonight. If you can spare a prayer or good thoughts for a miserable croupy kid tonight, we'll take 'em...