Rant of the Week
Usually winter illness is more like a casserole, you make up a big helping and everyone gets the same thing. Our family, however, has recently been hanging out at the sickness buffet. Everyone grabbed a plate, moseyed up to the buffet, and picked what they wanted.
Scott went tried and true with the common cold. He caught himself a good one and spent about a week feeling lousy. I chose to revisit my youth with a case of strep. As many youthful memories as my case of strep rekindled, it didn't erase a single wrinkle. Jaley started off with croup, sounding like barking like a seal for three days. She decided that wasn't enough. She went back for a second course and got herself a top notch case of laryngitis. Watching an 18-month old child try to have a temper tantrum with no voice is equally pitiful and hilarious. We try not to find humor in our childrens' suffering, but trust me this was pretty funny.
Sarah decided to turn her buffet into an all-you-can-eat variety. She started off with what we thought was a stomach virus, but two days later we decided to see a doc. The pediatrician diagnosed her with influenza and strep throat. That was when I decided this year's flu shot was a waste of time. And thanks to Sarah's diagnosis we all got a dessert course of a 10-day Tamiflu regime to prevent passing the flu along.
But in competitive Harrell spirit, Sarah decided if she was going to win the illness award she was going to win big. Nine days (of 10) into her prescription regime she woke up looking like a pink dalmatian. She had spots on her entire body, from the top of her head to the souls of her feet. A classic case of an allergic reaction to Amoxicillin. Though last week we were very thankful for our antibacterial and our antiviral medications, yesterday we were very happy for our antihistamines. Thanks to a little Benadryl, she is looking much better today and should be spot free by tomorrow.
And since this buffet was open to all, we made sure all branches of the family tree partook. Auntie Em suffered through a case of sinusitis. And Grandpa Perry had a small fall. It wasn't the fall that was bad but the sharp corner nearby. He got himself a trip to the ER and 7 staples, but being the tough guy that he is, hasn't complained a bit.
Now that we all seem to be on the upswing and the calendar shows the end of February is near, we are hoping that the winter illness buffet has closed it's doors for the season.
Life in the Stroller Lane
With all of our germs, we have stayed closer to home that usual and haven't had too many adventures. In honor of the Hallmark holiday, we did enjoy celebrating those we love on Feb. 14. Sarah had a ball handing out Valentine's and candy to her friends. While, Scott and I enjoyed a special lunch out (without the children) that afternoon.
This week Scott is in California. He is one day into a six day trip and I am already eager for his return. Meanwhile, I am making arrangements for the upcoming vacancies at the rental houses. Both are still up for sale, but have had lots of showings. I know they are both a great deal and that the right buyers will visit soon. Not leaving anything to chance, I am making sure the homes make stellar first impressions. I am scheduling and preparing to clean, paint, carpet, and stage after the families move.
Next week is our big family vacation. We are headed to CO to visit my mom and Tom in their new home. Plus as an added bonus, we are taking Sarah skiing for two days. Scott and I haven't skied since before the blessing of children, so we will all be novices on the slopes.
That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of love.