Milkymilk

Little Bits

Hayrides have been had.

Pumpkins have been picked.

The leaves are turning.

 

Black cat & pumpkin sugar cookies have been packed for shipping.

Halloween is almost here.  We finally bought a costume for Harper.  Her favorite thing to do is to take it off.  After careful consideration, I have decided not to exchange it.  Hopefully she will be too distracted by the festivities to take it off on the big day.  If not, her striptease will be what memories are made of anyhow.  

Oh, and the fever was ROSEOLA!  That is right.  On the 4th day she broke out into a rash, poor girl.  To add insult to injury, she also got another tooth.  19 down, 1 to go!  She is all better now, thank goodness.  Sleep is awesome.

Speaking of which, a sneak peek of Harper's big girl room is coming soon!  (Skylar did some painting over the weekend.  My hero.)

Hot Icky Germs

Harper has a fever.  It started yesterday.  It is still going strong, hovering between 100.5-102.5 degrees.  She does not seem to be sick, other than that holding her is not unlike cuddling with hot coals. 

Any-who, I took her to the Doctor.  I know, I know.  Whatever, it is a fever and nothing else.  I figured it was worth the $20 co-pay to have someone tell me my toddler was going to be fine.  That way I could remove the thermometer from her armpit and stop holing her down.  (Being still is not her special talent.)  It was a good thing we did go to the Doctor, though...  

Ummmm, I've been giving Harper the same dosage of baby Tylenol since she was a newborn.  Ooopseys.  Today, I learned she needs about 4 times that amount.  Basically, for over a year, I've been dishing out placebo amounts of baby Tylenol.  The crazy part is that it worked!  We made it through all but two of her teeth that way.  I should have filled the bottle with maple syrup long ago, and saved a small fortune at the drug store. 

I gave her the proper dosage this afternoon.  It brought her temp down from 102.3 to 101.4 degrees.  Hot damn.     

Father Knows Best

This morning Harper pushed Skylar away when I went to hand her to him.  It was pretty rude and uncalled for.  Skylar said, "Oh, she is just teething."  

He had been saying this for days.  Any little whipper, she's teething.  Waking up early from a nap?  Teething.  People on the phone?  They must be calling to talk about her teething.  During my sick day, after vomiting my Thanksgiving dinner until 4 a.m., he was giving out baby Tylenol like it was candy.  (It kinda is full of sugar and coloring like candy...)  I did not say anthing, because when you can't keep food down you just don't argue with your spouse.  I was so thankful he was taking care of her, I did not care what drugs he was dishing out.

This morning it came out.  My eyes rolled, "She is not teething."

He stuck his finger in her mouth, "I can feel her tooth."

So I stuck my finger in, and Harper has a new tooth!  Her top left one is here!  Before we know it she'll have a full set.

 

(Imagine a cute picture is here.  I'll try to put one in later.  For now, the camera battery charger is broken, and that I have not had a nervous break down about it is a testament to the strength of my character.)

 

*Edited to add pic.