Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Random Stuff

Wow--we got "ghosted" last night but in a fancy way--we were left a bag with candy, glow necklaces and a full-sized Yankee candle in Madagascar Spice. Wow. That certainly ups the bar on ghosting! (For those of you who don't know what it is--"Ghosting" is when you leave a bag of goodies on someone's porch and run, and they have to do the same thing for two people in the neighborhood within 24 hours, but if you've been "ghosted" you put a picture of a ghost on your front door, so you won't get treats twice.) It's a very cute idea. That way everyone gets a treat.

Yesterday was interesting. **Caution--if you've just eaten, read no further!**

We had to do a big maintenance on my Sequoia, so two and a half hours and $220 later, poor Thing Four (who is three) had been soooo good in the waiting room, I treated him to fries at McD's. Then we went to Target to get stuff for Halloween cupcakes, and by the time I was ready to check out he had his head down on the cart with his cheek resting on his hand. I assumed he was super tired--it was past his normal nap time.

Took him home, got him into bed, and a couple hours later I checked on him, and he was still asleep. He was so peaceful instead of getting him up I left his door open, but then a few minutes later he started crying, which is something he rarely does. I ran upstairs to comfort him, and he was burning up. I took his temp--102.3, and so I got him some Motrin. Then he wanted water. Then he wanted to sit up in bed and play with his Leapster. I gave him the leapster, and started tidying up his bookcase when I heard him make a weird noise, between a gulp and a cough, and suddenly


He barfed all over the bed. Yeah. Fries. Everywhere. And before I could process what had happened, he was barfing a second time. I ran and got a towel, and got him into the bathroom, but not before he did it a third time.

I called the nurse to make sure I could give him Motrin again, and she said to go ahead. He hasn't been sick again, but he still has the high fever. I had to get up every few hours to check on him in the night.

Here's the best part--Thing Three was on the trampoline at a friend's house yesterday, and a boy fell on his foot, and he can't walk. His toes are all bruised where they join the foot and he's in agony. So I get to drag my fevery three year old and him to the dr. this morning to make sure he hasn't broken something. THAT should be fun. But at least he only has one more soccer game this season. Better to get injured at the END of a season than at the beginning, right?

Thing One didn't make the Basketball team. Out of all those 7th and 8th graders, he picked twelve girls. Only Twelve. Frankly, I'm not surprised she didn't make it. A lot of girls tried out, and I'm sure a bunch of the 8th graders had already been on the team last year. Personally, I think combining both grades is odd--they should have a 7th grade team and an 8th grade team--but what can I do?

We've signed her up for rec basketball--it's pricey here but it's worth it. She is disappointed, I can tell, but in typical 13-year old fashion, she says she "doesn't care" that she didn't make it. Which I know is not true, but it's her defense mechanism and I am fine with that. She did her best, and worked hard. At least she gave it her best shot.

The maple trees in my front yard are turning red. Gorgeous!!! It's chilly and rainy today. Guess I'm breaking out the long sleeves!


Aimee said...

Big hugs to Thing One. And to Thing Four. And to you for holding down the fort during yucky times.

B. K. Birch said...

Well poop! She'll like rec ball though. It's probably more competitive than school ball anyway.

My kid didn't make the MS team and he made it last year. It just sucks.