The best sick day ever

It's been an incredibly sad week here in Baltimore. I've been extremely touched and impressed with how many people have reached out through social media to make sure we are safe, which we are. We live out in the suburbs, about ten miles away from where most of the action that's been shown on the news has taken place. I'm not going to get into all the issues at play here on my blog, because I prefer to keep that sort of discussion in my real life.

I felt pretty safe since we were removed from downtown. On Tuesday, while I was at work, an image started circulated on social media, indicating that round two of the "purge" would take place closer to us, out here in the suburbs. I'm a bit prone to anxiety, and that's how the whole thing Monday started, on social media. All sorts of offices and businesses were closing, and all after school events were canceled. I completely flipped out and spent my lunch blowing up Eric's phone telling him to go pick up Dalton from daycare (he currently had our one car). He did, and I'm sure I overreacted, especially since that was after the National Guard was in place.

We all got home safe and sound, but then we realized Dalton was feeling really hot. He'd been congested all day, but seemed fine other than that. He had another fever, 102.6.

If you want to see a child scream, attack him with a Nose Frida.

We took him to the pediatrician (another virus) and Eric stayed home with him on Wednesday. As germs tend to do, they infected both of us, and Eric and I were both up hacking and feverish around 2am Thursday morning. We took a family sick day. I went to my doctor, because bronchitis loves me.

I normally like to drug the crap out of myself, but I didn't take any meds this time, other than copious amounts of ice cream, for my aching throat. They aren't really conducive to caring for an infant. My doctor was really insistent that I at least do some OTC meds, because she is also aware that bronchitis loves me. She was all like "oh you can just pump and dump" and I was like I'd rather actually have you just grab the scalpel and cut the mucous out of my chest right here and now. Luckily we were able to work out a schedule that didn't involve any dumping while still healing me.

I ended up being SO glad I was sick, because Dalton learned to crawl today!!!!!

He's been getting up on all fours and rocking back and forth while reaching for things for like, a month now. All of the sudden it just clicked, and he was moving. Since I posted the video on instagram/Facebook, he's improved his technique and went across his entire bedroom into the hall like it ain't no thing. Good thing this place is super baby proofed, with stacks of boxes everywhere and all. 

Yet another thing about parenthood that I didn't get until I arrived is just how cool it is to see this little person you created learn new things. Before, I didn't really get the big deal over seemingly dumb, inconsequential things like rolling over. But after staring at your kid sitting there like a lump for months, and nearly peeing your pants with excitement when they do things like track something with their eyes for more than half a second, it's kind of a big deal. 

After spring break, when I brought Dalton to daycare I was telling his provider about all the cool new stuff he was doing. Then I was like "how am I telling you this much stuff when it's been only a week?!".

Just in April, he's really learned to roll over - he did before, but not consistently, now he can sleep on his belly and roll across the room and everything, got two teeth, started eating and loving solids, had his first and second cold/fever, and now learned to crawl! Kind of crazy. Not to mention been in a car accident and moved to a new house. 

Straight chillin

In non mommy blog news, I've finally finished the book I started (The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair, definitely recommend it) when I really went back to work. In January. I've been on a great schedule of reading four words in bed then passing out each night.

What's something really mundane and commonplace that completely blows your mind? 

Pumping and dumping - who's done it? I'd rather die.