Life, Sickness, and Things In Between

It's that time of year, and when you have two little ones, that time of year is even THAT-er, if you know what I mean. My baby boy had RSV a couple of weeks ago. Thankfully we caught it early and he was not hospitalized. We gave him breathing treatments at home and he got antibiotics for the double ear infection. Of course, the antibiotics means his thrush came back after we finally got it cured just a few weeks prior. Poor guy has had more dope in his first three months of life than his big sister did in her first year! He's such a sweetheart he's just been a smiley guy throughout all of it. He fought us some on the breathing treatments, and the albuterol made him twitch like he was coming off a 17 day crack bender, but overall he's just been a dream. However, he's 3 1/2 months old, which means the 4 month sleep regression is just around the corner. I'll just have to keep remembering "This too shall pass."

Anyone who has used Gentian Violet before for a baby's thrush can tell you that stuff has one horrible side-effect. It is purple. And it stains. Not only the things it touches, but the things the drool afterwards touches. The warning on the bottle says not to use it on ulcerated skin because it can cause tattooing. That kind of stain. So things have been interesting around here trying to give Isaac his GV, then keep him from drooling on anything for 15 minutes afterwards. Not to mention that anything that regularly goes in his mouth either has to be disinfected or treated with this same stuff, so you can just imagine what the inside of my nursing bras look like. Psychedelic. However! I have actually had luck getting the stain out of one of my white shirts, and here is where the advice comes in: While the drool is still wet, soak it in spray Oxy-Clean and let it sit for several days. Miracles may just happen in your laundry basket.

Miss Dora is thriving too. She is officially potty trained during the day, which was mostly made possible by the 10 days she stayed at home while the babysitter wouldn't take Isaac because of the RSV. For those days she was home with mama, daddy, and grandad (my dad), we put her in panties every day, and there were only 2 accidents. At this point, she doesn't even have to be reminded, she comes to tell you "Mama, kink-que!" (In case you don't speak toddlerese, that means "Mama tinkle!") Her vocabulary never ceases to amaze me, and every sentence is a glimpse into what she is thinking. What a riot!