Five of us are on amoxicillin for strep. Last night two of my boys were really whiny and one said it hurt to swallow. Chris and Rand had strep a couple weeks ago, so I was suspicious. I hate taking them to the doctor for sick visits. I worry that they won't really be sick but will just catch something there. I also hate to risk letting it go when we're about to travel. They woke up saying they felt fine. I took them in. The nurse took each of their temperatures - nothing. I'm starting to feel "les incompetents."* Then Bryan said, "I'm not even feeling like sick," and I start feeling like worse. Then the test results come back and the nurse says, "They're all positive for strep." A wiser woman would have felt sorry for her children or upset that the next few days might be rough. I, however, felt like singing the hallelujah chorus. YES - trip to the doctor justified. Now I feel redeemed for the time I took Jacob in because I thought he had staff infection on his leg - there were black flecks around a bug bite. The doctor said, "Hmmm, let's see what happens when I dab it." It turns out that it was just dirt. That's kind of okay to do when you have only one VERY young child. As a mother of four, it was really humiliating. The doctor was very gracious, but I know she was laughing at me on the inside.
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This is why youngest children live in their parents' basements when they're forty. He started feeding himself Cheerios. Then his brothers thought it was cute, and a bit of an adrenaline rush to feed him (he has two teeth). Now he just whines until someone walks by his highchair and feeds him a Cheerio. I know I should shut it down, but it's just so cute - which is another reason...
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Bryan has the really annoying habit of pouring out the last few drops of a drink onto the table. I'm mostly okay with purposeful messes (forts, pretend stores, etc), but random and senseless acts of destruction DRIVE ME INSANE. Bryan poured out a few drops of a drink. Because I'm his mother, I know that Bryan is vulnerable in the area of being considered little. So as he is on his way to timeout, I said, "Oh, I thought you were big, Bryan, but you must be little." Bryan responds in his speaker of truth tone, "I am big Mommy, just sometimes I act wittle." Then I laughed and hugged him because except on my very worst days, I'm only mean in snippets.
*From Home Alone - "You're what the French call 'les incompetents.'"
You be sweet to my whittle Bryan! Hope all get to feeling much better. Love you. Nan
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