Anyway, I've been finally catching up with LJ and getting into a more "maintenance" mode instead of having to scroll back hundreds of entries. Now I need to get back to updating regularly. I know I'm not especially interesting, but I do occasionally like to look back on a day in the life of me, so it's sad when there's nothing there.
We did get snow on Monday, but it was only a couple inches that didn't really stick to the roads, nor did it stay around very long. The wusses at Julian's school still delayed school for two hours. I was sitting around trying to figure out how that affected preschool (since preschool isn't a full day, I wasn't sure if a two hour delay would completely cancel preschool or not) when vomit-boy appeared. Julian coughed (he'd been coughing all night) and kept coughing, and coughed a little more and then threw up. Truthfully, Julian sort of throws up a lot. It doesn't take much to make him throw up. So this isn't particularly alarming, but the coughing was noticeable enough that I knew they'd just end up calling me anyway, so I kept him home. Ugh. That was not the brightest move I could have made. Specifically:
- We are having the living room and dining room painted. This means Julian either had to be confined to the sunroom (where the majority of his toys were, but it's also kind of cold in there) or the bedrooms. He was far too stir crazy for either of those.
- Having kept him home, this meant I couldn't go to work. No way was I going to be able to find a nanny on short notice when there was a snow delay.
- Having not gone to work, I failed to look at my calendar all day, which meant that I forgot that I had an echocardiogram scheduled at 1pm. Not that I could have taken Julian with me anyway, but I also failed to cancel the appointment so I was a no-show. I hate that. (I was able to reschedule the appointment for next week, though).
Anyway, we did manage to pass the time for the most part. We played with play-doh, read books, colored with crayons, played in a can of paint when Eema wasn't looking and dribbled it all over (ack!), ate macaroni and cheese, watched Finding Nemo, played with Thomas and Percy trains, bounced all around the house, got in David (the painter)'s way as much as possible, bounced on the bouncy horse, and climbed the walls.
Aside from this horrible, unrelenting cough, Julian was great. I did, however, go ahead and call the doctor's office about the cough since it wasn't getting any better with cough suppressant. All is well, the doctor said his lungs sounded good, his ears are great (no ear infection), and that we're doing all the right things. Julian then threw a fit because it was time to leave and he wasn't allowed to take the dump trucks that he was playing with in the pediatrician's office. Le Sigh. I'm told this is normal. But he's in this "everything is mine" phase that's really frustrating. He doesn't understand why he can't take the dump truck. Why can't he take it? "It's mine!" Well, yeah, if it's his he should be able to take it right? And try explaining to a two year old that posession is not actually 9/10ths of the law. Poor kid.
Eventually, THANK G-D, he took a nap, I hung out with the painter (a friend, so that was cool), and SETH CAME HOME. Whew. Most of the blue paint came out of Julian's hair, though there's no telling if it'll come off his shirt.