Pho, Fo Sho!

Tis the season for snotty nose kids and wonderful colds. My poor little Davis hasn't been feeling well since last week, but I think is starting to slowly get back to his normal little self. Thank goodness it wasn't the flu, just a crazy bad cold that I thought was turning into a respiratory infection. Awful cough that makes him sound like an old man, nose flowing like a faucet, and eyes so puffy and watery just sitting still. But even though he was feeling that good, mama to the rescue to take advantage of the situation. Yes, take advantage. Davis is not one to cuddle. At all! When he is sick, that seems like what he wants to do the majority of the time. And I LOVE it! We laid in his bed and read books for longer than normal. Did a hand puppet show on the wall. And he just laid on my chest for an hour. AN HOUR! That hasn't happened since he was a newborn. I can't explain how much I loved that. Well, even though it was late at night for that one and I was also half asleep, I loved every second of it.


Davis' eating has also slowed down to a halt since he's been sick. Even his teachers commented that the Hoover vacuum was off the past few days. He normally eats like a line backer, so for him to not have an appetite is quite weird. You know the child is sick! One morning, I tried his favorite, banana. No! Cereal. No! Oatmeal. Oh, heck no! Tomato soup? Yes! Tomato soup it was at 9:00 in the morning. Whatever works! That night, Michael and I were going to have Pho for dinner and give Davis the rest of the chicken spaghetti, which he normally loves! If you have never had pho before, you absolutely MUST try it. Pho is a Vietnamese noodle soup, usually served with beef (phở bò) or chicken (phở gà).[1] The soup includes noodles made from rice and is often served with Vietnamese basil, mint leaves, lime, and bean sprouts that are added to the soup by the person who is dining. (I totally sounded like I knew what I was talking about right there, huh? Thank you wikipedia!)
Anyhow, no spaghetti for Davis. What is going on with this child?! He does love broth, so as you can imagine, Pho it was for him.
I'm sure he's wondering why in the world we were using sticks in our soup! So, we said just pick it up and drink it, buddy!
Oh, yeah! Much better! It was so cute watching him try something new. Needless to say, he ate just about all of mine. Or drank it, rather. Next time, he's getting his own Pho, fo sho!

Mama Knows Best

As soon as I got pregnant, these maternal instincts kicked in full force and I wasn't sure what was going on with me. Besides the not so fun things related to being pregnant, like the smell of onions making me want to waddle a mile away. Or sometimes eggs making me want to scream in terror, there was the unexplainable. Why and how in the world can I go from complete hysterical laughter to hysterical crying in a matter of seconds. Why am I bleaching the baseboards of my entire house and cleaning things that I would have never cleaned in my life?! I'll be the first to say I keep a tidy house, but I am not a OCD neat freak! Then those hormones kick in and some strange force of unexplainable nature takes over your body!

Well, now I'm a mom and I just know when something is wrong with my little bambino. Whether it is a simple cold, he's absolutley worn out, or by God, it's going to be one of those days. You already know when you get the kid up in the morning and wonder if noon is too early to have a glass of wine. Italians do it...right!?! This past weekend, I was out of town and Davis was with Michael all weekend long. My poor child has been back and forth lately from hotel and house, so I think it's been taking a toll on him. I immediately noticed right when I walked in the door that Davis wasn't looking too well. My child is beyond hyper active, won't sit still for a minute, and needs constant stimulation. So when I walk in, he is just laying on the couch, rubbing his eyes. Granted is was his nap time, but he was laying. Still! On the couch!! Is that MY child? Surely there is something wrong with him. He felt warm! No, no. Michael said it was because the house was just warm. I'm a mom and I so over react! Well, not this time my friend. 103.8 temperature nearly sent me over the edge! If you ask me, that is pretty high. My poor little guy wouldn't even take a nap. He fell asleep on my chest and was crying in his sleep. I felt so bad for him it made me tear up a little bit. And for Davis to actually fall asleep anywhere but his bed is very unlike him! Even though he wasn't feeling well, I bottled that day up and actually took advantage of my little man being sick. I know, sounds very weird I'm sure. I don't have a cuddler by any means.

Well, tonight I have a trunk show and wouldn't you know I have no one to watch Davis. With Michael being in another city now and not exactly knowing many people here, that somewhat poses as a problem. My friend is sick, so what to do. Images of Davis climbing my body while I'm trying to work are flying through my head. Not to leave out that it will be his dinner time. Oh, excuse me ladies while I make myself at home in your kitchen and fix my son dinner. Thank you. I'm sure everything will work out just fine and I just need to breathe. Until then, I do know of someone I could call! If you've been reading my blog, you've seen this picture before. They seem trustworthy, right?!

(It says Little Angels Daycare 24 hours...really? 24 hours??)

It's Not Easy, Being Sickly

So, Davis wasn't teething after all. Maybe he will start tomorrow, but not today. Last time I was at the grocery store, I even stocked up on Baby Orajel, Infant Tylenol, Teething Tablets, etc. Yes, that's right. I totally jumped the gun. I figured he had all of the symptoms and his nurse thought so as well. Until about a day or so later and the poor little guy started wheezing. Umm...not signs of teething. Great. Davis is sick. Of course at first, I started beating myself up thinking how awful it was as soon as I quit breastfeeding that he would get sick! Go figure. His doctor reassured me this has absolutely nothing to do with it. I took him to the doctor last Friday and he has bronchitis. NO FUN! He sounds like a little piglet trying to breathe. It's awful. I went and bought him a humidifier, which I think is helping, but now I'M SICK! Lord have mercy! I have the worst cold. Seriously, all I want to do is lay on the couch and have hot soup. I can not stand being sick. At least I don't have bronchitis, but it is so hard trying to find the energy to take care and entertain him, let alone deal with myself right now. This has been going on for almost a week now, so I wish it would go away! I don't even have the mental energy to write my reviews for 'The View.' Arrrggghhh!
So, please send a massage therapist, a nanny, and tons of soup. Thank you! :)
(Yes, this was a vent post. I'm all done now!)