Sicky sick sicko

Warning: Gross content ahead...

WHAT A TERRIBLE WEEKEND! Probably our worst yet since being joined by our little midget. It all started on Thursday night when Connor stood up in his bed at 10:30 p.m quietly-yet still urgently-yelling "Mamamamamamamamamam". I waited it out a little as I always do, just to make sure his request for my presence was truly needed. When he didn't let up, I went up to his room, opened his door and got hit like a tonne a bricks by the most awful stench ever! I knew within seconds that Connor had been sick in his bed. I was immediately upset with my 'Momsense' for not magically sensing that Connor was sick upon uttering his first 'mama'. I turned on the lights and sure enough Connor's whole bed was full of red and green peppers, peanut butter and juice. But not in a way that one would want to find those things. In a Gross way...all chewed up and thrown up and such. Long story short...he continued to throw up the above mentioned food for six hours until 4:30 a.m. It was heartbreaking to say the least. He was afraid to throw up in a bowl so I had to cycle through towel after towel so he could throw up on that.

Fast forward...Friday night...11:30 p.m. I throw up, and throw up, and throw up and throw up times about...ummmm...TWENTY!!! I actually had hundreds of dots all over my face from broken blood vessels from straining so hard (and so often) to throw up. I threw up a few times more on Saturday morning, continued to feel like a giant piece of crap throughout Saturday afternoon and finally came around on Sunday afternoon. I must add that I have NEVER been so sick in my life. It was awful. Mike played super dad all weekend while I played super bed sleeping person.

Fast forward..Sunday night...11:30pm. Mike gets chills, followed by hot flashes, followed by chills, followed by achy sore muscles followed by the desire to throw up. He's done for the whole night and also for Monday. He actually called in sick which he NEVER does. But there was no choice this time. He couldn't get out of bed let alone go make me some money!

But all is good now in the Waugh household. Mike was finally able to eat something tonight at 7:30 p.m, I can finally hold down food and Connor just has a common cold. How lucky art we...

Here is a pic that Mike took of Connor and I lying in our bed the morning following my sick night. Connor was so so sweet that morning. Mike told him that I was sick so he brought me a cracker to bed and layed with his head touching mine. He gets very sad when you say someone 'has a sore tummy'. Also, notice the sippy cup under the pillow. Mine, not Connor's. Mike bought me some children's Pedialite because I was so thirsty but couldn't hold down water. I requested he put it in a sippy cup with 2 ice cubes. What? It's easier to drink without having to sit up and there's no risk of spillage! Mike didn't even bat an eye.

Is it time?

Connor follows me into the washroom. No, this isn't weird for us. We do it all the time. If by some miracle I happen to beat him there and manage to get the door shut, he whine's, knocks, tries to turn the knob or gets his hand stuck in the space under the door while trying to get it open. So I just let him in now - I figure I'll save him the pain of decapitating his little hand. We obviously failed to convince him way back when that there is not a secret exit out of the house from the bathroom. "I must exit through the same door I entered so therefor, I AM COMING BACK!" Anyhoo, back to my point...his intentions for the follow in seem different lately! Before, he would tag along just to fit in a quick play with his bath toys (very quick-I'm a fast pee-er) but lately he is really paying attention to how this whole using the bathroom thing really works. First, he started flushing the toilet for me after I was done. And then Mike mentioned something about Connor being enthralled with the fountain like beauty that is a man peeing. But this last time took the cake. He pulled toiled paper off of the roll and wiped himself as though he just had a poo.

Is it time...dun-dun-dun...to potty train? That means I must prepare myself for poop on the carpet and pee on my couch. For singing potty songs and awarding potty presents. For celebrations and setbacks.

I'm not convinced that it's quite yet time...

Doggie soothers?!

Connor tried desperately this morning to feed his soother to Buddy. He even swapped sookies trying to figure out if Buddy had a preference like he does, or if any old sookie will do. When Buddy turned his head at every attempt, Connor started getting frustrated. We told him that 'sookies are for babies and Buddy is a BIG boy'. And just like that Connor went and threw all of his sookies in the garbage.

...and then I woke up.

How do you say...?

This is just a little video to show Connor's extended family how smart the little man is getting. It's a combination of some sign language and some words...sign language has been quite helpful since there are some sounds he just can't make right now. This allows him to communicate even though he can't actually say the words. I would encourage anyone to use sign language with their baby.

Connor got a haircut!!!

...and he was soooooooo good. He didn't even flinch one little bit. His hair dresser was AMAZING! Probably the best hair dresser of all the hair dressers in the world. Can you guess who it was? I got Mike to sit in the chair, I gave him a marshmallow and cut his hair. When Connor saw that getting one's haircut resulted in a marshmallow he was more then willing. Also, seeing his idol - his Dad - get his haircut made it all the more cool. So today, Connor went from mullet to clean cut and cool. Here are a few pics of him post haircut...he had to take a tub due to all the hair that had fallen all over him (there's nothing worse then itching all over because you got a haircut!)...

I love this picture of him (above). He looks so sweet and innocent (but so grown up!!).

Here he is after his tub with Dad. He always cuddles with Dad after a tub. Today was no different!

Here he is after his tub, experiencing real finger painting for the first time. He had a ball...for 20 seconds or so...

Here's Daddy getting Connor cleaned up.

All about you @ 18 months

April 8th, 2008

Age: 1 and a half years old!!!

Weight: 29 pounds

Height: 3 feet tall (off the charts!!)

Hair: Getting pretty long! You need a hair cut!

Favorite Foods: Yogurt with sprinkles on top...or 'kuls' as you like to say, Mozza cheese (as of 3 days ago), bacon, french fries, fish sticks, any color pepper, apples, rice cakes, marshmallows...and the list goes on...

Favorite Meal: Fish sticks and fries, homemade mac n' cheese

Favorite TV shows: Curious George, Bo on the Go.

Favorite Activities: Playing in your play room, playing on your slide, playing ball

Favorite Outing: Kingswood Park, Wednesday Playgroup, going for walks

Favorite Words: I'll just list all of your words; Mama, Dada, Papa, Jessie, juice, sprinkles, shoes, yep, that, this, please, stairs,

Words you can sign: hungry, more, drink, all done, no

Dislikes: Getting your diaper changed, getting dressed, going in the car..these last 2 just started a few days ago. You've been throwing tantrums when I try to get you to do these things.

*Love Mommy

Spring is in the air

Connor and I enjoyed some sunshine today. We took a walk around our block on a mission to find the block's best puddles. We succeeded. An hour later and Connor was pretty much soaked from the waist down...