It’s been a whirlwind couple of months at the THD household.
We kicked off November with ear tube surgery for mini hubby. This was necessitated by about 14 million ear infections since we started day care (ok, maybe not 14 million – he was after all, only a year old. But, let’s just say one little munchkin shouldn’t have been on as many consecutive doses of antibiotics as our little guy was). About 2 weeks after surgery, mini hubby was toddling along, and as new walkers tend to do… he toppled right over……… fracturing his little mini wrist. Have you ever seen an x ray of a of a tiny little hand. It’s like a freaky, mysterious picture with tiny floating little bones…. It’s just NUTS!
None of this stopped him. He still laughed, and giggled and toddled around the house like he was a skilled tight rope walker (minus the tiny balancing line and plus a whole new dimension to balancing with his itty bitty little cast). Hubby could learn a lot from the little guy. He’s tough as nails and none of this phased him. No awfulizing. No grumbling. No complaining.
Then Thanksgiving week came and mini hubby brought home the plague from day care…. And, it wiped out the entire family. I think it was Rotavirus. And, if you’ve never experienced lovely ailment… I’ll say a little prayer that you never do. Hubby and I spent all night with dueling bathrooms as we raced past each other to vomit and twist ourselves into a pretzel as we agonized with the worst abdominal pain ever. A few days earlier, mini hubby had vomited a bit, cried a bit and then toddled around the house throwing blocks and racing cars. Man, he’s a trooper… and he recovered quite nicely as his dad and I prayed for death for a full 24 hours as we dealt with this doozy of an illness.
You may recall how hubby deals with sickness (if you forgot you can get a refresher HERE). For me, it was simply wonderful. There’s just nothing better than throwing up all night and then getting out of bed the next day to care for your toddler and your sick husband…. All the while, wondering how you could possibly vomit more when you haven’t eaten anything for hours upon hours. This lovely day ended with a trip to the ER to treat hubby for dehydration. Yes folks, it’s been a fun holiday season.
So we are definitely in need of some Christmas magic… BUT, we are getting there….. S L O W L Y……
- The Christmas army has taken their positions on the front line
- The Santa pig stands proudly in his place of honor (smack in the middle of our family room)
- The Christmas tree glows brightly with it’s colored lights (yes… I’ve given in and let hubby have colored lights on the tree again this year!!)
Now if only the Christmas magic would wrap my presents AND bake my cookies AND clean my house AND finish my laundry AND.. AND… AND……
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! Hope your holiday season has been less dramatic and more pleasant than ours so far……………………………….