David Scott wowed us with his dancing skills again the other night by rocking out to the classic Vanilla Ice hit "Ice, Ice Baby." We are perplexed as to where he gets his moves from, as these moves are not frequently "busted out" in the Rainwater household. Regardless, this kid appears to have the skills to pay the bills. So if you know of any talent agents looking to bring on a fresh, new act...Holla!
P.S. If I could figure out how to upload the entire video (as this one is only about 40 seconds long) without it taking 47 minutes (!), I will do so. Word to your mother...
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
17 Months...
David Scott,
You turned 17 months old on Monday. Holy cow! You're almost 2! You are on the cusp of a vocabulary explosion -- trying to string words together to form phrases and jabbering in incoherent baby language like you're holding a conversation with us. It's so cute...and awesome to watch this stage of your development. You can name all of your body parts -- even fingers and toes which are separate from hands and feet. You like saying, "Lola. Bad."
You are currently:
• 26 pounds
• 31.5 inches tall
• in a size 4 diaper, wearing size 5 and 6 shoes, wearing 12-18 and 18-month clothes
• saying so, so much, and at the appropriate time. In just a month you've added several words to your vocabulary: car, truck, kitty, roar, cold, not nice, up, go (Go!), juice (and knowing the difference b/t juice and milk, too). You also like to say, "Bye!" when you're ready for someone to get off the phone. It's too cute.
• eating anything and everything except chocolate, nuts/peanut anything, and strawberries which are all still prohibited by the pediatrician. Although, I think you will totally dig all of those foods once you can have them (hopefully once you turn 2).
• have all of your teeth (yay!). I haven't checked yet, but I'm hoping no new teeth come in for a while.
• climbing up/on everything. Last week, you climbed up and into your highchair. We had no idea until we heard a crash when you knocked the tray off. Hello!
• running most of the time. I guess you're so pressed for time in fitting in everything you want to do each day that running everywhere is the only way to get it all done.
• LOVING music --any kind as long as it has a beat to it. You love to dance and are such a little ham. Your teacher says that you love storytime and music at daycare. Also, you like animals and have been to the zoo several times in your short life.
I can't really think of anything else "new" other than your vocabulary continuing to get more and more complex and pronounced. I love hearing you say, "Mama...."
I typed this as I lay on the beach Saturday afternoon while you were up in the condo (napping) with everyone else (Daddy, Gran, Papa, Boo, Uncle Dusty, and of course your Uncle B). We are here for a family vacation over Easter before Brad graduates and goes to work in North Carolina for a year before he starts optometry school. Anyway, you are loving the beach...everything but the ocean. You play in the sand well and LOVE the pool. The last few weekends have been spent with friends and family here and there and it's been nice --especially this relaxing weekend. Daddy and I look forward to spending a lot more beach time and creating lasting, loving memories with you.
Love,
Mama
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Thursday, April 7, 2011
Weekend at...Gran's
Well, David Scott's cut above his lip is almost totally healed and you can't even see that there was ever any cut. Yay for both Neosporin and Mederma. This weekend was a relatively quiet one except for our friend Carroll's family-oriented birthday party which was Saturday afternoon. It was lots of fun especially considering a beach trip we have this summer with some of our friends and their kids most of whom were at the birthday gathering. Background: Several summers ago, we began our Law Vacay tradition of beaching it up for a long weekend with several of Scotty's bffs from law school and their wives. We took a hiatus last year b/c we were all in some stage of new parenting or gestation. So now all 4 couples and all 4 babies are going to Orange Beach. The kids will range in age from 8-20 months old. It will be...interesting...I'm certain.
But going back, b/c last weekend was a fun-filled one in which DS and I spent up in North LA. Scotty went on a boys' golfing trip to Gulf Shores so he missed out on our weekend fun. We arrived at Mom's Friday evening. Saturday morning, DS woke up bright and early about 6:30. We went to the kitchen to pour his milk, and I turn around to give it to my sweet, angelic child and nearly lost it when I saw his face in the light. It was covered in blood. On his face, on his hands, on his jammies, and a few minutes later, I even saw it in several spots on me. Not knowing what was going on or where the blood was coming from, we ran to the bathroom where Gran quickly joined us in the clean-up. We deduced that DS had a nosebleed which continued to bleed ever-so-slightly for a little while after everybody got cleaned. It was either a nosebleed or he'd bashed his nose up against my face/head at some point just before waking up. Scary, regardless of the reason for the blood. Had I not been so freaked out, I would've taken pics to send to Scotty and then had them for the blog. But since I had no idea where all that blood had come from, taking a pic was the last thing on the brain at 6:34 on Saturday morning. After the rough start, the rest of the day was a vast improvement.
Gran, DS, and I met Auntie Boo, Mimi, and Mamaw at the Monroe zoo. The train? Not in service. The boat? Not working. The elephant? What elephant? The giraffe? Huh? Ostriches mating? Check. Yes, we had the pleasure, or maybe bad timing would be a better phrase, of seeing the successful dance/call of the mating male ostrich and his partner. He had moves you've never seen. We didn't think the females -- which we correctly guessed by the fact that they were totally ignoring the advances of the male -- were remotely interested in the male until...Bam!...it happened. Relations. I think Mamaw said it best when she said that she'd gone 76 years without seeing that. We all agreed that we could've gone the rest of our lives without seeing that. Anyway, despite the fact that the zoo was missing several key animals, there was one little monkey who was personality plus. DS was in need of a snack, so I broke out one-- the banana. We were by a monkey's cage and he just stood there looking at us, pleading with his eyes...and eventually he stuck his hand through the cage waiting for a handout. I knew we couldn't give him anything, but he was so cute begging. After the "zoo," we all went to eat at Olive Garden. As per usual, OG did not disappoint and DS acted pretty good too, which was a bonus. After lunch, Mimi and Mamaw went home while Boo, Mama, DS, and me went on a few errands. 1st stop netted me the St. Joseph's figure which I have yet to bury. 2nd stop netted me nothing except a quick look at Paul Michael's loot...nothing I couldn't live without. Then, Boo headed home while the three of us went back to Mom's.
Brad (aka Uncle B/BB) was waiting on us when we arrived. I mowed the yard for Mom and David (b/c I needed to work on my tan), while DS played inside. I find out later that Brad has recorded David Scott doing the Bernie. Brad asks, "Sarah, have you heard of the Bernie?" My response, "Weekend at Bernie's? Bernie Mac? Bernie Madoff?". No, no, and no. It's just some dance that apparently DS has perfected where you bounce with your head thrown back. And considering that's practically David Scott's signature move, he aced throwing his head back and doing it. You can see him shaking it via my fb page.
On Sunday, we came home relatively early b/c we had to meet Scotty's group in BR to pick him up and take him home with us. However, on our way home, we stopped for lunch at Sonic. Thinking it would be easier to let DS sit up front while we were stopped for lunch, I ordered him a grilled cheese sandwich. Wrong. Not to mention the frenzy Lola went into having semi-access to real food. She actually lunged at DS and ate part of this bite eight after this pic was taken:
Eventually we made it home where Mr. Grilled Cheese wanted to go "out!" One funny conversation to note: David Scott climbed up on the patio table. I said to him, "You better get down. Do you want a spanking?". DS replied, "No." I nearly died. Then, he still wouldn't get down, so I started counting, "One..." David Scott continued with, "Two..." How can I punish that?!? I just lifted him off the table at that point, laughing silently the whole time. That kid...
Sunday David Scott ate dirt. Captured for posterity:
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But going back, b/c last weekend was a fun-filled one in which DS and I spent up in North LA. Scotty went on a boys' golfing trip to Gulf Shores so he missed out on our weekend fun. We arrived at Mom's Friday evening. Saturday morning, DS woke up bright and early about 6:30. We went to the kitchen to pour his milk, and I turn around to give it to my sweet, angelic child and nearly lost it when I saw his face in the light. It was covered in blood. On his face, on his hands, on his jammies, and a few minutes later, I even saw it in several spots on me. Not knowing what was going on or where the blood was coming from, we ran to the bathroom where Gran quickly joined us in the clean-up. We deduced that DS had a nosebleed which continued to bleed ever-so-slightly for a little while after everybody got cleaned. It was either a nosebleed or he'd bashed his nose up against my face/head at some point just before waking up. Scary, regardless of the reason for the blood. Had I not been so freaked out, I would've taken pics to send to Scotty and then had them for the blog. But since I had no idea where all that blood had come from, taking a pic was the last thing on the brain at 6:34 on Saturday morning. After the rough start, the rest of the day was a vast improvement.
Gran, DS, and I met Auntie Boo, Mimi, and Mamaw at the Monroe zoo. The train? Not in service. The boat? Not working. The elephant? What elephant? The giraffe? Huh? Ostriches mating? Check. Yes, we had the pleasure, or maybe bad timing would be a better phrase, of seeing the successful dance/call of the mating male ostrich and his partner. He had moves you've never seen. We didn't think the females -- which we correctly guessed by the fact that they were totally ignoring the advances of the male -- were remotely interested in the male until...Bam!...it happened. Relations. I think Mamaw said it best when she said that she'd gone 76 years without seeing that. We all agreed that we could've gone the rest of our lives without seeing that. Anyway, despite the fact that the zoo was missing several key animals, there was one little monkey who was personality plus. DS was in need of a snack, so I broke out one-- the banana. We were by a monkey's cage and he just stood there looking at us, pleading with his eyes...and eventually he stuck his hand through the cage waiting for a handout. I knew we couldn't give him anything, but he was so cute begging. After the "zoo," we all went to eat at Olive Garden. As per usual, OG did not disappoint and DS acted pretty good too, which was a bonus. After lunch, Mimi and Mamaw went home while Boo, Mama, DS, and me went on a few errands. 1st stop netted me the St. Joseph's figure which I have yet to bury. 2nd stop netted me nothing except a quick look at Paul Michael's loot...nothing I couldn't live without. Then, Boo headed home while the three of us went back to Mom's.
Brad (aka Uncle B/BB) was waiting on us when we arrived. I mowed the yard for Mom and David (b/c I needed to work on my tan), while DS played inside. I find out later that Brad has recorded David Scott doing the Bernie. Brad asks, "Sarah, have you heard of the Bernie?" My response, "Weekend at Bernie's? Bernie Mac? Bernie Madoff?". No, no, and no. It's just some dance that apparently DS has perfected where you bounce with your head thrown back. And considering that's practically David Scott's signature move, he aced throwing his head back and doing it. You can see him shaking it via my fb page.
On Sunday, we came home relatively early b/c we had to meet Scotty's group in BR to pick him up and take him home with us. However, on our way home, we stopped for lunch at Sonic. Thinking it would be easier to let DS sit up front while we were stopped for lunch, I ordered him a grilled cheese sandwich. Wrong. Not to mention the frenzy Lola went into having semi-access to real food. She actually lunged at DS and ate part of this bite eight after this pic was taken:
Eventually we made it home where Mr. Grilled Cheese wanted to go "out!" One funny conversation to note: David Scott climbed up on the patio table. I said to him, "You better get down. Do you want a spanking?". DS replied, "No." I nearly died. Then, he still wouldn't get down, so I started counting, "One..." David Scott continued with, "Two..." How can I punish that?!? I just lifted him off the table at that point, laughing silently the whole time. That kid...
Sunday David Scott ate dirt. Captured for posterity:
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
16 Months...
David Scott,
You are now 16 months old! It seems like just yesterday you were a tiny blob of baby in our arms. And now you are a walking, talking, jumping, climbing little person. Precious boy, you are currently:
• 31 inches tall
• 25 lbs
• able to dunk a basketball on your mini-goal and more importantly, hit/make contact with a golf ball
• walking or running everywhere
• seeing what you can get away with -- from standing in chairs, to climbing on tables, you are a little monkey
• learning so many new things. Just Friday night, we were at Outback. You were babbling somewhat and the waitress asked if you were singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." OF COURSE you were. How could we not hear that tune in your voice?!? You were even swaying back and forth. When we starting singing it with you, you seemed kind of amazed that we knew that song. I wonder what else you know that we don't know you know???
• still loving Lola, or Wowa as you call her. I also just caught you loving your tiger so I had to insert this pic:
• saying so many words: Mama, Dada, Lola, ball, look, book, hey, bye-bye (with a coordinating wave), milk (mi), more (muh), puffs (pu), bubbles (your favorite!), out (being outside runs a close second to bubbles), yum, woof-woof, dog, duck, Papa, Papaw, Bud Bud.
• identifying many body parts on yourself and us: nose, mouth, eyes, ears, head, belly, foot. You also know that your socks and shoes go on your feet.
• wearing 12-18 and 18-month clothes; size 6 shoes
• wearing a size 4 diaper
• back to sleeping through the night after a few colds/allergies/teething had you out of whack
• one (bottom) tooth shy of having a mouth full of teeth. I'm sure it won't be too long, though b/c the one on the other side just made an appearance a few weeks back.
• eating everything you are given, including the bite of oatmeal cream pie that your daddy let's you have -- yuck, but he's taught you to say, "yum!" as you're eating it, which is cute.
• sporting your first real wound (as of today). You fell at daycare this morning and cut the area above your lip. Fortunately you didn't need stitches but Dr. Kelleher wanted to butterfly it, so of course we let her:
Getting you from daycare and to the doctor today was an adventure. Because Daddy backed into something weekend before last and HAD to put the truck in the shop to be fixed at the beginning of this week rather than the end when he wouldn't need a vehicle, I was left without a vehicle. So when they called me from daycare this morning, I nearly freaked out b/c Daddy was out of town for the day for work. Luckily, I was able to borrow a vehicle from one of my coworkers (who has a car seat in her car for her granddaughter) so I could quickly come assess the damage. We still ended up at the pediatrician's office. And of course, despite our best efforts, you still removed the butterfly from your face at some point during the day. But it looks much better this evening than it did right after. You were such a trooper and didn't even cry.
Those are all of the happenings with you right now. You love being outside even if you're sitting still, which rarely happens. You especially love riding in your wagon outside (thanks Gran and Papa) and have just figured out that you can climb up and slide down the slide all by yourself. Big boy! Makes me sad...and happy...simultaneously...so goes life, I guess.
Love,
Mama
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You are now 16 months old! It seems like just yesterday you were a tiny blob of baby in our arms. And now you are a walking, talking, jumping, climbing little person. Precious boy, you are currently:
• 31 inches tall
• 25 lbs
• able to dunk a basketball on your mini-goal and more importantly, hit/make contact with a golf ball
• walking or running everywhere
• seeing what you can get away with -- from standing in chairs, to climbing on tables, you are a little monkey
• learning so many new things. Just Friday night, we were at Outback. You were babbling somewhat and the waitress asked if you were singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." OF COURSE you were. How could we not hear that tune in your voice?!? You were even swaying back and forth. When we starting singing it with you, you seemed kind of amazed that we knew that song. I wonder what else you know that we don't know you know???
• still loving Lola, or Wowa as you call her. I also just caught you loving your tiger so I had to insert this pic:
• saying so many words: Mama, Dada, Lola, ball, look, book, hey, bye-bye (with a coordinating wave), milk (mi), more (muh), puffs (pu), bubbles (your favorite!), out (being outside runs a close second to bubbles), yum, woof-woof, dog, duck, Papa, Papaw, Bud Bud.
• identifying many body parts on yourself and us: nose, mouth, eyes, ears, head, belly, foot. You also know that your socks and shoes go on your feet.
• wearing 12-18 and 18-month clothes; size 6 shoes
• wearing a size 4 diaper
• back to sleeping through the night after a few colds/allergies/teething had you out of whack
• one (bottom) tooth shy of having a mouth full of teeth. I'm sure it won't be too long, though b/c the one on the other side just made an appearance a few weeks back.
• eating everything you are given, including the bite of oatmeal cream pie that your daddy let's you have -- yuck, but he's taught you to say, "yum!" as you're eating it, which is cute.
• sporting your first real wound (as of today). You fell at daycare this morning and cut the area above your lip. Fortunately you didn't need stitches but Dr. Kelleher wanted to butterfly it, so of course we let her:
Getting you from daycare and to the doctor today was an adventure. Because Daddy backed into something weekend before last and HAD to put the truck in the shop to be fixed at the beginning of this week rather than the end when he wouldn't need a vehicle, I was left without a vehicle. So when they called me from daycare this morning, I nearly freaked out b/c Daddy was out of town for the day for work. Luckily, I was able to borrow a vehicle from one of my coworkers (who has a car seat in her car for her granddaughter) so I could quickly come assess the damage. We still ended up at the pediatrician's office. And of course, despite our best efforts, you still removed the butterfly from your face at some point during the day. But it looks much better this evening than it did right after. You were such a trooper and didn't even cry.
Those are all of the happenings with you right now. You love being outside even if you're sitting still, which rarely happens. You especially love riding in your wagon outside (thanks Gran and Papa) and have just figured out that you can climb up and slide down the slide all by yourself. Big boy! Makes me sad...and happy...simultaneously...so goes life, I guess.
Love,
Mama
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Busy, busy...
Well we got to see the house I've been stalking online for months. And...we were underwhelmed. It needed a ton more work than I was expecting. And I'm certain the sellers won't sell it for the bottom line price we'd pay even knowing we'd have to put a bunch of work into it. So, we're still on the hunt for the perfect house. Not that we've even gotten close to getting an offer on our own. There are still a few others we want to look at, and we have time, so we're not getting into any hurry. I almost feel like even looking at houses is the KOD (Kiss of Death) for selling our own home, but I try to convince myself that planning in advance for something as big as selling/buying a house is never a bad idea. However, I seriously may go buy and subsequently bury a St. Joseph's figurine this week.
Anyway, even though we only had one house we were looking at this weekend, it was very busy nonetheless. On Saturday, we ate lunch at California Pizza Kitchen in Perkins Rowe. Over-rated. Afterwards, we threw pennies into the fountain and made wishes:
We looked at the house and then decided to go play golf. Well, Scotty played. DS and I were along for the ride, although he did assist on some key holes and had a brief lesson on proper putting techniques:
Following golf, we headed home for more outside time and grilled hamburgers. Yum. Sunday was more of the same. This time, it was Olive Garden for lunch. DS loved the breadsticks and kept saying, "Muh...muh" (more...more). Scotty kept thinking he was asking for milk (mi -- minus the lk), but I assured him that David Scott knew the difference between "more" and "milk" a fact that was proven throughout the weekend.
Afterwards, more golf/practicing for Scotty while sweet baby boy and I rode around to see if any prospective houses were holding open houses for the afternoon. None that we liked were, so back home we came. But not before we did a quick drive-by at another house. Scotty backed into an electrical box or something on our way out the driveway. Glad we have insurance. After the silent ride home, more playing and swinging outside ("Out!" -- as he stands by the door, demanding to go).
David Scott has had no problem adapting to the time change, but it had me so zapped yesterday and today. I guess we'll spend the week getting adjusted to it just in time for another busy weekend.
Anyway, even though we only had one house we were looking at this weekend, it was very busy nonetheless. On Saturday, we ate lunch at California Pizza Kitchen in Perkins Rowe. Over-rated. Afterwards, we threw pennies into the fountain and made wishes:
We looked at the house and then decided to go play golf. Well, Scotty played. DS and I were along for the ride, although he did assist on some key holes and had a brief lesson on proper putting techniques:
(Not bragging, but this is a great pic with all the colors and such...)
Following golf, we headed home for more outside time and grilled hamburgers. Yum. Sunday was more of the same. This time, it was Olive Garden for lunch. DS loved the breadsticks and kept saying, "Muh...muh" (more...more). Scotty kept thinking he was asking for milk (mi -- minus the lk), but I assured him that David Scott knew the difference between "more" and "milk" a fact that was proven throughout the weekend.
And yes, that is salad and spaghetti he's eating too.
Afterwards, more golf/practicing for Scotty while sweet baby boy and I rode around to see if any prospective houses were holding open houses for the afternoon. None that we liked were, so back home we came. But not before we did a quick drive-by at another house. Scotty backed into an electrical box or something on our way out the driveway. Glad we have insurance. After the silent ride home, more playing and swinging outside ("Out!" -- as he stands by the door, demanding to go).
David Scott has had no problem adapting to the time change, but it had me so zapped yesterday and today. I guess we'll spend the week getting adjusted to it just in time for another busy weekend.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
David Scott vs. Roseola...
No, this isn't about a schoolyard fight with a playmate from daycare. Poor little David Scott had a semi-eventful weekend in the one just past. Daycare called me mid-afternoon; DS had fever of 102. We stayed in the remainder of the day/evening and all day Saturday as well. Gran and Papa D came to town to see David's son Patrick who was passing through on a school function.
As a result of the fever that wouldn't go away, and the rain which was doing the same, we had a movie marathon and a lunch of sandwiches/chips and dip. DS was eating on a chip -- which he's had many times-- as I got his grilled cheese sandwich ready. All of a sudden, DS starts coughing, and I can visibly see that he's struggling. I jump the three steps we were separated by and Scotty comes from the couch and we're hitting him on the back and doing a semi-heimlich maneuver on him to get the chip (glob) dislodged -- I know it was a chip glob b/c I know how DS eats and the kid shovels food into his mouth. When finally -- what seemed like forever but was maybe 3 seconds later -- the chip glob became dislodged and went down the correct path and DS could breathe. It scared us all, and the baby was crying, and just a very scary experience overall. The rest of the hearty meal was uneventful, fortunately.
Because Patrick's tournament was cancelled due to weather, Gran and Papa came on to Casa Rainwater earlier than anticipated. And although he hadn't had much of a nap and was still running fever, DS was in a decent mood...especially considering the sleep-disturbed nights we'd had both of the two previous nights. He wasn't in good enough spirits, however, to go out to eat; we ordered Outback to-go.
The fever finally broke sometime
Saturday night. Gran and Papa left early Sunday morning, and Scotty went to play golf, so DS and I ate a quick lunch and went on a few errands. Our last stop before heading home was for ice cream in honor of what would've been the 60th birthday of my daddy, DS' Bud Bud. The little munchkin enjoyed his softserve and my chocolate was delish Overall, it was a low-key day.
On Monday, DS went back to daycare, but when we arrived, I noticed he had a number of red spots on his face, neck, and chest that weren't there just an hour before. Now all of these symptoms separately seemed like no big deal. However, on a combined basis, and considering Sunday was another sleepless night, I knew a visit to the ped was in our immediate future.
We saw Dr. K right before lunch and she quickly diagnosed DS as having had the roseola virus for which he was no longer contagious. His screaming out on Sunday night was apparently caused from MORE teeth coming in. So back to daycare he went, spots and all. And although his ped warned us that his spots would probably get worse and then go away after a week, they really didn't, fortunately. And wouldn't you know -- I didn't get any pics of our roseola-spotted son.
Today is Thursday and I'm so looking forward to this weekend. As I type, our realtor (who is doing another open house for us on Sunday), is trying to set up for us to go see a house that I've been watching for several months-- even before we were even in the market for a house in BR. Hopefully we can do that on Saturday and get things moving forward somewhat. I'm so excited about the possibility of a new house; I'm even more excited about the drastically reduced commute time we'd have. I'm about 2 weeks away from buying a St. Joseph's figurine and burying it in our front yard!
One quick story about this morning for my memory book: When we arrived at daycare this morning, one of DS' classmates was in the car next to us. As we parents were getting our sons out of their carseats, the two boys noticed each other. As we were walking in, the boys were waving, smiling, and babbling at each other. They both recognized their friend. It warmed this mama's heart to see David Scott's genuine excitement at seeing his friend. That joy overshadowed my sadness at leaving him in his new classroom, crying, along with his other friends who were already there.
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As a result of the fever that wouldn't go away, and the rain which was doing the same, we had a movie marathon and a lunch of sandwiches/chips and dip. DS was eating on a chip -- which he's had many times-- as I got his grilled cheese sandwich ready. All of a sudden, DS starts coughing, and I can visibly see that he's struggling. I jump the three steps we were separated by and Scotty comes from the couch and we're hitting him on the back and doing a semi-heimlich maneuver on him to get the chip (glob) dislodged -- I know it was a chip glob b/c I know how DS eats and the kid shovels food into his mouth. When finally -- what seemed like forever but was maybe 3 seconds later -- the chip glob became dislodged and went down the correct path and DS could breathe. It scared us all, and the baby was crying, and just a very scary experience overall. The rest of the hearty meal was uneventful, fortunately.
Because Patrick's tournament was cancelled due to weather, Gran and Papa came on to Casa Rainwater earlier than anticipated. And although he hadn't had much of a nap and was still running fever, DS was in a decent mood...especially considering the sleep-disturbed nights we'd had both of the two previous nights. He wasn't in good enough spirits, however, to go out to eat; we ordered Outback to-go.
The fever finally broke sometime
Saturday night. Gran and Papa left early Sunday morning, and Scotty went to play golf, so DS and I ate a quick lunch and went on a few errands. Our last stop before heading home was for ice cream in honor of what would've been the 60th birthday of my daddy, DS' Bud Bud. The little munchkin enjoyed his softserve and my chocolate was delish Overall, it was a low-key day.
On Monday, DS went back to daycare, but when we arrived, I noticed he had a number of red spots on his face, neck, and chest that weren't there just an hour before. Now all of these symptoms separately seemed like no big deal. However, on a combined basis, and considering Sunday was another sleepless night, I knew a visit to the ped was in our immediate future.
We saw Dr. K right before lunch and she quickly diagnosed DS as having had the roseola virus for which he was no longer contagious. His screaming out on Sunday night was apparently caused from MORE teeth coming in. So back to daycare he went, spots and all. And although his ped warned us that his spots would probably get worse and then go away after a week, they really didn't, fortunately. And wouldn't you know -- I didn't get any pics of our roseola-spotted son.
Today is Thursday and I'm so looking forward to this weekend. As I type, our realtor (who is doing another open house for us on Sunday), is trying to set up for us to go see a house that I've been watching for several months-- even before we were even in the market for a house in BR. Hopefully we can do that on Saturday and get things moving forward somewhat. I'm so excited about the possibility of a new house; I'm even more excited about the drastically reduced commute time we'd have. I'm about 2 weeks away from buying a St. Joseph's figurine and burying it in our front yard!
One quick story about this morning for my memory book: When we arrived at daycare this morning, one of DS' classmates was in the car next to us. As we parents were getting our sons out of their carseats, the two boys noticed each other. As we were walking in, the boys were waving, smiling, and babbling at each other. They both recognized their friend. It warmed this mama's heart to see David Scott's genuine excitement at seeing his friend. That joy overshadowed my sadness at leaving him in his new classroom, crying, along with his other friends who were already there.
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