Tuesday, May 29, 2007

The Ear Infection That Ate my Baby

It appears that after 5 days on antibiotics that the ear infection has made a comeback.

Dear Amoxicillan,

You are a pussy. I am so over you. When you first came into my life I was relieved. I felt that you were exactly what I needed. As time went on, I started having my doubts that you were strong enough to be my antibiotic. You are full of false promises and I am breaking up with you.

Don't bother calling.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Mighty Fine

A great weekend memorializing was had by all here at Chez Davey. Before my secret plan to squirrel myself and the girls out of the house playing with our friends while Davey did the housework to "keep them out of your way, honey" was unmasked, it was basically one party after another. For those of you who know us in real life you may be asking "But didn't Ruby's 2nd double ear infection in 3 weeks with bonus bulging eardrum keep you at home?" The answer would be Hell to the No. The antibiotics and Tylenol flowed freely and the mindnumbingly awesome sangria helped muffle the screaming.

We kicked off the weekend with a visit to the pediatrician for the aforementioned ear problems and then moved on to dinner with my mother. Saturday morning we headed over to our friends The Mexicans and they stuffed us like pinatas with chicken enchiladas with mole just because they like us. Who knew? The rest of the day was a blur except for the dinner visit from the girls' Godparents. I love having them over because we supply the booze and cute kids, and they bring dinner. The only tragedy of the evening was Goldie's introduction to butter. A well meaning person spread it on her cornbread and she spent the rest of the meal trying to shake the cornbread off of her butter because, Goddamn, butter is tasty.

After church on Sunday we headed off to Saint Tanya and CO. for a BBQ. I sort of want to move in with them because their house is always clean, they don't mind poopy diapers and they BBQ copious amounts of expensive meats. Chicken? sure. Steak? No problem? Side of Smoked salmon? (oh jebus THE SALMON) They got you covered. In addition to all of this THEY ACTUALLY INVITE MY TODDLER TO SLEEP OVER AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK BECAUSE THEY LIKE HER. Like manna from heaven these folks. They also insist that we sleep in and no I won't give you their number.)

We finished off the weekend by inviting David's friends over for pork loin with honey chipotle salsa and sangria. It was totally by accident that I made a triple batch of sangria for 4 people. Silly, silly me. Now I am stuck having to finish it off during naptime this week so it won't go bad, wouldn't want to waste all that healthy fruit now would I?

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Giant Purple Hooters

*Note for all of my new friends from clubmom: Please visit http://ourbabe.blogspot.com for my current postings when you are done reading here....and welcome!

A few weeks ago nursing got painful. Bearable, but ouch. When I realized that I was starting to dread feedings I decided to call our lactation consultant Barb who is the second best thing to come out of Canada (Damn you Nanaimo bars and your creamy delightfulness!) We went in and saw her and turned out to be yeast. Um, gross. She gave us this bizarre stuff called gentian violet to put on your lady bits to cure the infection. Also, it stains everything it comes in contact with a shocking shade of purple. Interestingly enough, the milk also turns psychedelic colors and Ruby was sort of leary of a bottle full of puple milk. Even Goldie looked at me like "you really gonna make her drink that?" I also stained my kitchen table with the stuff (don't even ask why I pump at the table) But I digress, by the time we got home with the purple stuff, my boobs were on fire and by dinner time Davey was asking why I was hunched over my skillet of ground turkey weeping while I cooked. I won't even go into how the fitting for The Most Unflattering Dress Ever Made went that night at the bridal store with an 80lb vietnemese woman manhandling my cleavage . "Dwess too low, we pin, too much sexy sexy." Um, right. Sexy. I was just praying I didn't stain this awful dress and have to explain my big purple hooters to anyone. Anyway, long story short (too late eh?), after whimpering all night with the Boobs of Fire, Barb (Whom we love!adore!) got me another medicine to help kill the yeast (did I mention...gross?) Things are looking up. But not before this happened:

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Open Letters

Dear Ruby,

There are no hot coals in your car seat. I checked. Twice. It is unnecessary to scream the entire way to anywhere that is not directly attatched to my body.


Dear Fred Meyers,

Please stop making Nanaimo bars. While I have become a slave to their deliciousness, they are counterproductive to my ass reduction program.


A loyal Customer

Dear My House,

Do you have to be located so close to the Fred Meyer where the Nanaimo bars are?


The Lady who Pays the Mortgage

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

It's time

For 11 months I have not touched beer, wine or spirits. After today's nap resistance campaign launched by my offspring in combination with feces filled diapers of biblical proportions, I have decided that prohibition is over.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Fun in the yard

What an awesome week we had! It was great to see our little friends Ani and Belle for a playdate on Wednesday. Then we bought a new play structure to play on so I don't have to drag my sorry butt to the park in my sweats because G has been chanting "SLIDE! SLIDE! COAT!CAR!SLIIIIDE!" This just makes it a lot easier.
She has decide that she wants to choose what to wear so I am trying to breathe deep and let it go. White socks are a HUGE no-no. Only colored socks. And pink pants. And red jackets. *sigh*
Also, you may notice the the reverse baby mullet has made a comeback so we will be working on that soon.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

My kid is cute

Isn't that Easter dress too cute? David picked it out himself.
I also love the striped tank, she looks like she belongs in the 70's, my little disco mama

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Tales from the petri dish

Ruby cried all night long. We haven't been able to put her down for 2 days. I finally took her in to urgent care this a.m. and the doc was like "kids get colds, besides I think it is just colic and a stuffy nose." and looked at me like I was wasting her time. On her way out of the exam room, after making me feel about an inch tall she took a moment of her precious time to check her ears. "oh." she said. "Looks like a double ear infection." Awesome. And I am the crazy one. Right. At least she got antibiotics so hopefully the sandman will be visiting us soon.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

4 weeks

Life with Ruby has been amazing. I have found out what everyone meant when they told me how differently I would love this one from the first. I love them both equally, but in totally unique ways. Goldie is my partner, my buddy, my bubbly little ray of sunshine. Ruby is my heart, my snuggly little love.

The only drawback is that the little bugger doesn't sleep worth a damn. This said, we have all been indescribably ill since she was born. I guess that is what 3 hours of sleep per day will do to folks. Without further ado, I present to you the list of illnesses that have befallen us since her arrival.

  • Pink Eye
  • Stomach Flu
  • Sinus Infection
  • Pnmenonia
  • Strep Throat
  • Bladder Infection
  • Croup
  • Laryngitis
  • Colds for everyone!

All in all it has taken us 5 doctors visits and 2 nights in the hospital to date. Wish us luck that the Gods of health will shine upon us once again sometime soon.