It's a good day...

I've been terrible at blogging lately, but for good reason. We made our 1st trip to emergency this weekend. Starting Friday afternoon, Connor caught some sort of bug that sent him crying, hugging and squeezing his Mommy right through to last night at 2am (...at this time, I knew he was feeling better and that it was time to put him back in bed. He had been sleeping on my chest as he had done the two nights before, only this time it was different. All of a sudden, around 1:30am, he sat up, crawled off the nest he had on me, and went right to the cheese doodles that Mike and I had folded up and left on the floor. I figured he had it rough for a few days and deserved a break, so I plopped him up on the couch and we sat together and watched T.V and ate cheese doodles. After a handful of them, I folded them up and put them on the ledge out of his reach. He then proceeded to have a tantrum...pointing to the cheesies and saying 'eeeease' (please), tears flowing as well as no shortage in the snot department. It's one thing to have a tantrum at 2am when you are as hot as coals and feeling like crap...but for cheese doodles? I don't think so! In bed you go...he slept like a baby (imagine that!) right through to 9:30 this morning). I have felt like a conjoined twin for the last 2.5 days, attached at the chest. He's really not a mama's boy at all but boy was he ever one this weekend. I must admit, the snuggles were wonderful - but I probably got enough of them in the last few days to tide me over for...oh...ten years or so.

I'm not quite sure what the problem was, whether he had some sort of flu or if it was just teething...all I know is that he had a permanent fever that only went down with Tylenol.

Oh, and he also recently dropped a pot on his big toe, not once - not twice - but three times!! The first time was at my parents. His toe nail popped right up from the pressure of all the dark blood accumulating under it. The second time was at our place a day later. Dropped a pot on it again. The third time was today, which caused the blood blister to finally pop, so I guess third times a charm. What's weird is that he managed to go 8 months of pot playing without dropping any on his toe, then BAM, 3 times in one week.

So, between high fevers, black and blue toes (and not to mention the time change!) - sleep was non existent. Notice I said 'was'. Things seem to be getting back to normal today (Thank you dear, dear god!). He was all smiles this morning and lacking a fever and he's been napping this afternoon going on three hours now.

So, Connor is happy again, my arms are free, spring is in the air, snow is starting to melt...it's a good day...