Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Advil and M&Ms

Today's not-so-favorite moments included . . .

. . .  reliving a TV commercial from my childhood.  A young girl, probably age 7, was lying in bed with a worried look on her face.  The viewer hears her thoughts: "It will hurt if I swallow.  It will hurt if I swallow. It will hurt if I--" She winces, puts her hand to her throat, and cries, "Mommy!"

This week I had my first truly sore throat in decades, and it was a mild form of torture.  I woke around 4:30 this morning because swallowing hurt so much that I couldn't get back to sleep.  I took some Advil, then worked on the computer until the pain dulled and I could go back to sleep (twenty minutes before Todd woke up).

Today's favorite moments included . . .

. . . Advil kicking in.  Blessed relief.

. . . a nice old man entertaining Todd while we waited at the doctor's office.  Todd is leery of strangers these days, so I'm not sure he was actually having fun watching the man's antics, but he at least captured Todd's attention enough to distract him from how bored he was of waiting in the lobby.

. . . getting a prescription for antibiotics.  Huzzah for modern medicine!

And another thing . . .

. . . the doctor said to take Advil with food, so I ate a few handfuls of M&Ms before taking my painkillers.  'Cuz chocolate is food, and it's just been that kind of day.

Thursday, March 12, 2015


Today's favorite moments included . . .

. . . making Joy laugh with an impression of Roz from Monsters, Inc.

Monday, March 9, 2015

A Trained Preschooler, a Cuddly Toddler, and a Nerf Herder

Today's favorite moments included . . .

. . . snuggling with sweet Baby Todd.  At 16 months of age, he won't be a baby much longer (siiiiigh).  I look forward to seeing his personality blossom in the coming years, but I will miss this sweet, simple age when children tend to be all snuggles and no issues.

. . . reading my reflections on Star Wars in a post I wrote while Anna was potty training the first time in 2013.  Is reading my own posts as tacky as laughing at my own jokes?  On second thought, don't answer that.

And another thing . . .

. . . in case you're wondering about Anna's potty training, I am grateful to report that it's going really well.  My last attempt over a year ago was an utter disaster, and I think it was because she wasn't developmentally ready to grasp the process.  This time she had a few accidents the first morning, but after that it just seemed to click.  She still has an accident every day or two, but for the most part she stays dry (even at night, most of the time) and takes the initiative to use the bathroom when she needs to.  In fact, she's so self-reliant  that I almost forget that I still ought to remind her now and then (which is probably a big reason she has occasional accidents).