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femkes_folliesIt's been a bizarre couple of days.
The Freaking Virus of Doom has now made the rounds of the house. It's not that severe, nor terribly long acting, but it does sneak up. I spent last evening wrapped up in blankets with the ol' fever chills - and the Hubbs insisting that it was just cold in the house. *eye roll* Feeling better now, but with the wind taken out of the ol' sails.
In hindsight, this started with the baby last week. And hopefully was the reason she weighed in so light at her pediatrician appointment. To the extent that I was told if she doesn't reverse or at least stop her slide across the growth curve by her next appointment, they wan to "pursue it." *sigh* She was only 17# 13 oz, putting her in the 20% percentile. Which isn't terrible by itself, but the fact that she's been sliding down the percentile scale consistently is a wee bit worrying. John did get her to take a bottle of formula the other day. Maybe I should work on shifting her over. Though I think the last bottle was the impetus behind a wakeful, gassy night.
Nobody seems to want to let me sleep. I have, for instance, learned that I must make sure D'artagnan gets a snack before bed. He's not nearly so food oriented as my other two kitties, so he tends to forget about mealtime. However, this mean that around 2 AM he decides he hungry. And scales the dresser next to my bed. And does his impression of a cliff diver. Whilst I..... I am Acapulco bay. I'm against this. So, I try to carry kitten AND kitty food to the dish together before I go to bed. So far, so good.
Illness means no new garb got made. Grrrr. Not sure what any of us will wear to A Day At the Castle - or even if we'll be up to going. If I'm ambitious, maybe I'll stop off at Fields and pick up a little bit of wool and crank out a little dress for the Baby.
Oh, and yesterday, upon pulling into the Target parking lot, we were accosted by two guys trying to sell us a home theater system. They had some story about being up from Livonia (It's 2 1/2 hours, dude!) to make a delivery that had gone wrong and their boss told them to "find somebody cool" to take it off their hands. To wit - they would sell us a surround sound speaker system and console, plus a projector for a mere $400. John was weakening, but I talked him into listening to his instincts. I suspect the stuff was hotter than a two dollar pistol. I even made him go in and report it to security - it didn't seem like enough of a big deal to call 911. Though I did wish I'd has sense enough to grab their plate number before they put the tailgate up to show off their wares. It was a pro-job... right down to embroidered polos and letterhead, plus a practiced patter.
Weirdness. Sickness. Maybe I'll take a nap on the couch in the break room at lunch.
The Freaking Virus of Doom has now made the rounds of the house. It's not that severe, nor terribly long acting, but it does sneak up. I spent last evening wrapped up in blankets with the ol' fever chills - and the Hubbs insisting that it was just cold in the house. *eye roll* Feeling better now, but with the wind taken out of the ol' sails.
In hindsight, this started with the baby last week. And hopefully was the reason she weighed in so light at her pediatrician appointment. To the extent that I was told if she doesn't reverse or at least stop her slide across the growth curve by her next appointment, they wan to "pursue it." *sigh* She was only 17# 13 oz, putting her in the 20% percentile. Which isn't terrible by itself, but the fact that she's been sliding down the percentile scale consistently is a wee bit worrying. John did get her to take a bottle of formula the other day. Maybe I should work on shifting her over. Though I think the last bottle was the impetus behind a wakeful, gassy night.
Nobody seems to want to let me sleep. I have, for instance, learned that I must make sure D'artagnan gets a snack before bed. He's not nearly so food oriented as my other two kitties, so he tends to forget about mealtime. However, this mean that around 2 AM he decides he hungry. And scales the dresser next to my bed. And does his impression of a cliff diver. Whilst I..... I am Acapulco bay. I'm against this. So, I try to carry kitten AND kitty food to the dish together before I go to bed. So far, so good.
Illness means no new garb got made. Grrrr. Not sure what any of us will wear to A Day At the Castle - or even if we'll be up to going. If I'm ambitious, maybe I'll stop off at Fields and pick up a little bit of wool and crank out a little dress for the Baby.
Oh, and yesterday, upon pulling into the Target parking lot, we were accosted by two guys trying to sell us a home theater system. They had some story about being up from Livonia (It's 2 1/2 hours, dude!) to make a delivery that had gone wrong and their boss told them to "find somebody cool" to take it off their hands. To wit - they would sell us a surround sound speaker system and console, plus a projector for a mere $400. John was weakening, but I talked him into listening to his instincts. I suspect the stuff was hotter than a two dollar pistol. I even made him go in and report it to security - it didn't seem like enough of a big deal to call 911. Though I did wish I'd has sense enough to grab their plate number before they put the tailgate up to show off their wares. It was a pro-job... right down to embroidered polos and letterhead, plus a practiced patter.
Weirdness. Sickness. Maybe I'll take a nap on the couch in the break room at lunch.
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Date: 2009-03-27 02:39 pm (UTC)You should come over and peruse my wool stash sometime :-) I've got plenty of small cuts to use as baby garb. Maybe not for tomorrow but some other time..
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Date: 2009-03-27 07:16 pm (UTC)Perhaps I'll go with a Naked Baby.