I think, I think… that we heart zinc!
The medication he’s on seems to be working, four days down and things are fading. FOUR DAYS! Back in my day, eons ago, you were stuck at home for at least half a month. Kids these days… spoiled really.
I think, I think… that we heart zinc!
The medication he’s on seems to be working, four days down and things are fading. FOUR DAYS! Back in my day, eons ago, you were stuck at home for at least half a month. Kids these days… spoiled really.
Saturday morning, bright and early.
Followed by a fashion shoot of Noah.
Watching Curious George.
Decorated some eggs. Only a week left until the Easter bunny comes.
This was the longest day in the history of everything. Please, make it stop.
It’s one of those things. When you aren’t allowed to go outside, that’s when the weather goes from yeah-pretty-nice to HOLYEFF-HELLOSPRING!
So we’re sitting inside with our noses pressed against the window, watching people in t-shirts sunning themselves on the plaza within view of our flat. Auntie Kini came by for a few hours to distract Noah, and mymymy, apparently it’s shorts season. Kini and Noah went to blow bubbles on the terrace while Lil G and I got groceries (Lil G was almost overwhelmed by all the… you know, people).
Chicken pox are really not a big deal. There was a little temperature yesterday afternoon, barely enough to warrant Finding Nemo, and then he was fine by dinnertime. However. HOW-EFFING-EVER. At about 10pm a wailing sound started and I went upstairs to find the little guy twitching and jerking around like the kid in Jurassic Park after he gets electrocuted by the fence at the end. It was that bad. Today I’m taking no prisoners and we are taking everything and anything against the itchiness. And praying that it passes soon.
I’m trying to come up with projects and even though we are scheduled for a large-ish spring cleaning this weekend I’m going to squeeze in some egg dyeing. Last year I got him doing some other Easter stuff…
March 2009
… and he dyed eggs with his Oma…
March 2010
We’ll see what the weekend brings.
The sign has been hanging in the KG for a month. “Warning! Chicken Pox!” One by one the kidlets started to go missing. It was a little quiet. Now they are returning one by one. Covered in white cream and a little pale, but returning. I had a long conversation with friend A about chicken pox and the like. Do we want the kids to get it? When? Should we TRY to get infected so as to control the situation a little? We decided on yes, sooner rather than later, and no, probably not.
Putting on PJs last night D and I noticed a little blister. Whoomp, there it is! A call to Big M, whose many friends are mostly doctors, just to double check, you know? Her “doctor” friends do what? Google it! Pfff. I can do that, in fact, I DID that! Now gimme my medical license.
Our pediatrician, a man close to my heart, cursed when I called, because Lil G had not been inoculized. Oh well, now we know that in exactly 13 days, he’ll sprout little blisters too. On the bright side Doctor H sent us out to find an all-night pharmacy to spend a whopping € 70 on some medication that will take the duration of the whole malarkey from about 2,5 weeks to a max of five DAYS. Who rocks the party? Doctor H rocks this here party.
So now we’re all at home, I’m watching new blisters come up hourly and making lists of stuff D needs to buy. Noah feels fine though, if a little bored, so I put batteries back in the remote control Lightening McQueen (30 minutes) and dug the wheelbarrow out (45 minutes!!).
Random photo of Lil G!
A beautiful Saturday! I’m slightly comatose because Lil G has been waking up so early. Illegally early, I think, but already my pleas are falling on deaf ears. No matter. We stayed close to home in the morning, but opened all the windows to the gorgeous spring day. In the afternoon Noah and I went into the 1st district, where we found the gluten-free buckwheat flour D had not found earlier, and then went to Haas&Haas for cake and tea with D-Bro and Big M.
Due to automotive issues, my much-beloved trip to Schloss Hof for their Easter market won’t take place this year, but I was delighted to see there is a market at Freyung, so we all headed there to get some decorations. Noah has been going on and on about being a “dec’rator” and when were we getting “dec’rations”m , so he got to choose some eggs and carry them home.
Also, dude juggling. With FIRE.
Then, Sunday morning, when D and Lil G had gone to take a nap (much needed when you get up at 5 ayem), Noah and I went to get a branch and some tulips, came home and dec’rated.
Et voilá.