Sick

You know you're in for a rough couple of days when he appears at your bedside in the middle of the night and he's

on fire

.  To make things worse, Sam complained of a sore neck that night and again all the next day.   His fever wasn't too high until about 2:30 in the afternoon.  A high fever and sore neck was a combo I just couldn't handle.  So off to the ER we went. 

Thankfully, he didn't have what I was most worried about, Meningitis, but he was pretty sick.  A simultaneous dose of Advil and Tylenol didn't even work as quickly as the ER doctor was hoping for.  But after an hour or so, we were released with a diagnosis of "virus".  Once home, both exhausted, it was cartoons and juice time.  That seemed to do the trick!

Sam Turns Three

Just a little birthday shoot with my three-year-old musician.

We took these in downtown Denton the day after our meningitis scare. I was suprised he felt as perky as he did. Kids bounce back so fast. Needless to say, we got lots of looks and heard lots of "awwww's" from passers-by. One person even stopped his cell phone conversation as he walked by to tell me Sam looked like something straight out of Mayberry!

At the Salon

Look at my handsome boy in the salon chair!

 He went with me for the first time to see "Ms. Jean", and while it took lots of bargaining and lollipops to get him there, he ended up loving Ms. Jean and her chair that goes up and down!

Boo-Boo

You would've thought it was the end of the world, or something.

Sam hurt his finger (we're still not sure how) and the drama surrounding the injury was intense.  But it was nothing compared to hysterics Brian and I had to endure while trying to get the bandaid on his finger.  Two days to convince him to put a bandaid on.  TWO DAYS!  Not wanting a bandaid's no big deal if your boo-boo's not bothering you, but that was not the case here.  He'd cry about his boo-boo, then cry about a bandaid, over and over. 

My second and third graders always wanted bandaids when they didn't need them.  I've never known a kid to not want a bandaid.  I tried telling him it was a pillow for his boo-boo.  I tried telling him it was a sticker for his boo-boo.  It came down to an ultimatum - no playground until you wear a bandaid.  He'd been asking to go outside and it was very nice out, so I gave it a shot.  It just barely worked.  He was still pretty reluctant.  The second -

the second

- I got that bandaid on, he perked up, smiled, laughed and told me how awesome it was.  I said, "See, it didn't hurt!"  His response was, "Yeah!  I told you so!"

No...I told YOU so.  That's what I'm supposed to say.  Grrr!!

The next day we scooted out to Target and got some pretty cool Sesame Street bandaids just for little people.  With that came a whole new set of problems - wanting a new bandaid every five minutes and needing a bandaid long past when the ouchy had healed. 

Sheesh.

Birthday Card

Working hard on his birthday card for Pops...