You know that cold I was whining about last week? Yeah, well, it finally decided to descend from my upper sinuses to the rest of my respiratory system. Sniffle sniffle cough cough. Forgive me if I whine and post little for a few days.

C: “Why does A have to go to see Dr. S today?”

Mommy: “For a checkup. When you turn four you’ll get a checkup too.”

C: (with a crestfallen look): “Oh. But I really wanted cupcakes for my birthday.”

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C: “I made up a new song, do you want to hear it?”

Mommy: “Sure!”

C: “It’s called the burping song.”

(To the tune of Old MacDonald) “Burp burp burp burp burp burp burp burp burp burp burp burp. What did you think?”

Mommy: “Uh, gross.”

C: “Cool.”

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C: “Why is it called Percy Runs Away? Trains roll, like cars. It should really be Percy rolls away…”

We had A’s 18 month appointment today, and she passed with flying colors. She’s a whopping 22lbs, 32 and 1/2 inches long, and threw a lovely developmentally appropriate temper tantrum when told she had to put a diaper back on after being weighed.

She also refused to answer any questions (Where is your nose? Where are your eyes?) and handed the cup with the paper clip in it back to Dr. S instead of dumping it out on the ground as requested. She chose not to jump, climb, or clap. Dr. S was rather pleased with her lack of cooperation, especially after A demonstrated how she could put her socks and shoes on “ALL BE MESEEF.” Apparently speaking in three word sentences and dressing oneself trumps pointing and dumping. Good girl.

While I was infinitely less concerned about A’s growth this visit than I have been in previous ones (the child wears a size 7 and 1/2 shoe and seems to have skipped over the 12-18 month clothing size, clearly she has grown) it is always gratifying to know that one’s observations are correct. More importantly, I now have the accurate dosage information for Infant Tylenol in case the mystery fever returns.

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 9/10 correct!

Found this amusing as I actually had to REPEAT 8th grade math when I entered prep school. I guess I should send my teacher a note telling him all those hours tutoring me after field hockey practice actually did something…

A’s fever is back with a vengeance, 103 and climbing. Yesterday the doctor saw no ear infection, no sore throat, nada. Which leaves us with random viral thing. I hate the random viral thing, especially when you can’t track its origin. How long will it last? How high will the fever go? Will it morph into something else? Should I be buying stock in the makers of Infant Tylenol? Inquiring minds want to know.

At least we already have an appointment with our pediatrician bright and early tomorrow morning for A’s 18 month checkup. But it looks like we will be falling even further behind on the vaccination schedule…

Surprise!!! That’s right, a surprise party was thrown at our house last night for my husband’s “husband,” friend Paul (and two other wonderful men, but in our minds the party was all about Paul). As we know Paul has been known to surf his wife’s blog while bored at work, and hers links to mine, and you never know when curious minds might suddenly go exploring into other blogs, I’ve had to be silent on the topic up to this point. And the prep for this party has been littered with many very bloggable moments. It’s been hard, oh so hard. But all worth it, as out of the three men involved, Paul was the only one who was truly surprised.

Fun was had by all, especially my husband, who based on the snoring sounds emanating from our room, may awaken in time for the next ice age. And it is a sign of our age that a house full of men left a case + of beer sitting in my fridge in favor of many bottles of wine. So many bottles of wine that we had to break into M’s private collection. Which at 12am he thought was a fabulous idea, but I saw the bottle he cracked open and I’m not so sure he’ll agree by the light of day.

I think the most amusing party of the party (besides the look on Paul’s face when he walked in the door) was that even though we have not one, not two, but three living areas with couches and chairs, the party congregated in the smallest room in the house, our dining hallway. The room is so small that there is barely enough room for the cats to negotiate around the table, let alone 30+ adults. But there they all were, crowded around the table having a grand time. And speaking of the cats, they were in heaven. The two of them paraded from person to person, demanding the attention that they fail to receive from their owners on a daily basis.

“OK, well, we know where the adults were, and where the cats were, but WHERE were your children?” you ask. Shhhhh…they slept. I’m not sure how, or why, but after a brief appearance at the beginning of the evening to get the “Oh, aren’t you adorable,” coo from the childless women and the “Oh my GOD you don’t actually think they’ll sleep through this”gasp from the mothers in the room, both children happily curled up in bed and SLEPT. Thank you wonderful children. And as your reward, the food I had stashed upstairs for myself under the assumption I would be singing the itsy bitsy spider instead of happy birthday is all yours. Even the chocolate.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled blogging experience.

Thank you Phantom. I am now blogging in my native language again. Life is good.

On the downside, A is running a temp of 101.5. I fear we will be seeing our friend the on-call pediatrician tomorrow. Her symptoms scream “I have an ear infection.” Or a random viral thing, but I’m going with ear infection….

I seem to have a problem. Blogger has decided that I speak German, and is appearing to me IN GERMAN. I speak English, with a smattering of French and a little bit of Latin thanks to useless prep school language requirements. If anyone knows how to convince Blogger that German is not in fact my language of choice, the help would be greatly appreciated….

your agent is calling you to ask for help when pricing a house that isn’t yours. Yep, we have officially seen and rejected enough houses in this town to now be considered a resource on determining a listing price.

Speaking of houses, I’m off to see two more in a few hours…I’m sure that they too will be rejected. We’ve turned out to be rather picky. Who knew.

It’s amazing what a search engine can decide your blog is about. In the past 24 hours people have landed on my blog looking for A Day in the Life of an ER Doctor and Emergency Staircases for Preschools. Welcome folks, sorry I can’t help you. But if you want to know all about Thomas the Tank Engine, come on in…