Bleah

Mike is sort of recovering from a bad round of bronchitis, and I am sort of fending off the same bronchitis, but it's still an open question for both of us as to whether a pile of augmentin will be needed soon (Mike has already gone through a round of amoxycillin and a z-pack). We're both walking around the house clutching our identical red albuterol inhalers and periodically coughing up a lung.  Charlie is healthy, hooray, but he gets upset whenever either of us coughs.  This gets us a lot of free hugs from him, but also means he is touchy and cranky.  He expressed this by staying up fussin' and fightin' for 2 hours after going to bed, with lots of sitting on Mommy and resting his eyes, but refusing to sleep.  He finally went to sleep around 9, I went to sleep around 10, and then got paged 3 times from work with FYI messages about a system that isn't my problem (since I'm part of the incident response team, I get FYIs until 11 pm regardless. Grr.)

Then this morning he didn't want to put on pants, and expressed this by smacking and biting us.  We finally stuck the TV on so we could get him dressed while he was in a choo-choo-video induced trance.  

So, the stuff I was planning to do last night didn't get done; I was an hour late to work this morning, and I feel like shit.  I'm sure today will be super productive.

Bad, bad Mommy

These are from back in August but I forgot to post them then...I have only let Charlie have Hi-C a couple of times, and I only fill it halfway, I swear!  He usually eats a pretty healthy diet, within the scope of his allergy restrictions. But he was such a good boy when I took him into the 7-11 with me on this particular weekend Diet Coke run (Diet Coke, nectar of the gods), and he does so love to do what Mommy and Daddy do, that I got him his own half Gulp as a treat.  Mike took the pictures to commemorate our awful un-nutritional parenting.  And the nice lazy afternoon we were having hanging out on the stoop.

( More HFCS )