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Just when I thought we were done with those pesky high fevers (and by high think 103+), another round hit us last week. So while our (dating) anniversary might have been on Friday, I spent all weekend and well into the following week sleeping on the couch every night with a toddler who just wanted to binge on popsicles and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse at 3am.

I assumed it was just a viral bug since he was acting totally normal, so we just pushed through the weekend rotating Advil and Tylenol every 3 hours because I didn’t want to risk sitting in the sick room and actually catching something. But Monday came and the fever wasn’t budging, so I made the appointment.

The doctor’s conclusion? TONSILLITIS!

It’s always something! So a finger prick and a screaming toddler later revealed his white blood cell count was pretty high (because it was trying to fight the virus) and he’d need antibiotics. But not just regular antibiotics…a huge needle full right to the thigh.

Then they told me I had to bring him in the following afternoon to check his blood again. Again they pricked his finger, again he screamed the entire time we were there, and AGAIN they gave him another shot of antibiotics. AND AGAIN THEY TOLD ME TO BRING HIM IN THE NEXT DAY. At this point even putting his shoes on started the “no mo docta mama…” pleads and I felt terrible (he’s still doing this anytime we leave the house, btw). Trust me kid, I don’t want to go either. After our 3rd visit (and 3rd $20 copay) his levels were finally going down and he got the oral antibiotics.

Much needed post-doctor snuggles

Much needed post-doctor snuggles

I thought the worst was over at this point but the Universe just snickered and laughed at me.

Later that night, Corey was getting dressed for the gym and I was starting a load of laundry. Cooper was playing on the couch and I heard him make a “ehhhhhhhh” noise and I gave the old “I’m cominggggg” back. Right then Uncle David walked through the door and said “um, Cooper needs you guys out here…” and I could tell by the sound of his voice that it wasn’t good.


Cooper exploded (and exploded is putting it nicely) diarrhea through his diaper, down his legs and ALL OVER THE COUCH.  I got him cleaned up and started working on the couch while Cooper took a bath with Daddy. When they came out I was sitting on the bed crying big fat tears.

Corey came and rubbed my shoulders and asked what was wrong (besides the obvious). Between sobs I managed to say “I just scraped shit off the couch I probably have to sleep on tonight!” And we both started laughing.

But thankfully, the couch came clean and we all got a full nights sleep in the bed!



A few days after coming back from Disney, we had a little party to celebrate our boy with a few family members and it was perfect. I stayed up late the night before putting up decorations in the living room (the forecast said rain, just like last year) and Cooper was so excited when he saw them. He ran around yelling “Mick Mouse Cluhouse!” all morning. It made only getting 5 hours of sleep totally worth it.

We kept things small and laid-back this year and feasted on pizza, popcorn and ice cream cake. No one ever complains about pizza and cake.

Cooper had the biggest smile on his face when we all started to sing happy birthday to him, but he freaked the f out when we tried to get him to blow out the candle. He also wanted nothing to do with the actual cake, just the toy on top. He is his father’s child. (Corey doesn’t like cake, but he had some this year. I’m slowly breaking him down. It only took 7 years.)

And now for the pictures…DSC_0140DSC_0143DSC_0147DSC_0162DSC_0151DSC_0179DSC_0170DSC_0172DSC_0181DSC_0191DSC_0200DSC_0208I know everyone says it, but two years went by so fast. It’s like you have no concept of how fast time moves until you have a baby. And even though my heart (and my ovaries) ache a little every time I see one of his baby pictures, I wouldn’t go back even if I could.

This age is the one I think I’ll always long for when he’s all grown up. When he runs over and grabs my finger and leads me down the hall to his room and tells me to “Mimi, sit” — I could just burst. Or when I ask for a kiss and he grabs my cheeks to pull me in close and throws his arms around my neck. Or when we’re outside and he walks over holding a fist full of dirt and throws it in my lap as he mischievously giggles and runs away, looking back to make sure I’m chasing after him. Man, that’s good. It’s hard to imagine anything topping it, but I have been wrong before.

Two is going to be good. I can just tell.