Sunday, November 21, 2010

AND SO THE BUG FROM THE GIRL CROSSES OVER TO THE BOY AND I AM NOW IN MY 5TH DAY OF SWEATS

I can't believe she got
me sick!
It's one of life's certainties, I know. It's an inevitability, really. We do know this. We do expect this.

And yet, we hope, futilely and without reason, that whatever little bug happened to magically penetrate the forcefield of one of our children's kryptonitic immune systems, it won't make it past the awesomeness of their white blood cell army.

And while it does seem like, depending upon who gets it first, the strain that gets passed on is oftentimes weaker, or else the rest of us are just stronger, it's still such a pain to have to watch it run its full course every. single. time.

Mama's Caldo de Pollo
(again)
So...food, fluids, and rest for our little boy, just as his stir crazy sister is up and raring to go.  He blames her -- utterly -- for this.  That's him, giving her the evil eye up there.  She, of course, could care less. She's bouncing around, giddy and joyful to be in the 98.6 range again and G-L-O-A-T-I-N-G beyond belief about being "free of the fever monster!!!"  I'm pretty sure she even came up with a song.

So, for the second time in less than two weeks, I made chicken soup. (Nevermind the fact that I *just happened* to have two whole frozen chickens in my freezer.)  And coaxed yet another sleepy cruddy child into slurping up as much of it as possible.

Saia, in her fevered haze,
accidentally left the
remote in the fridge
But he's my not-so-easy-when-sick child.  Yet another trait he miraculously inherited from his Mommy.  He's the one that, for some inexplicable reason, suddenly resorts to these primitive grunts and moans when he's not feeling well.  He loses every syllable of his extensive vocabulary, and regresses directly back into a mini-caveman. He groans. He points. He pouts.  And, don't misunderstand me, he actually eases into this role without very much effort. He may even have uttered the words, "Mama, I like this. It's like I'm the king and you're my servant," but I can't be sure, because before he got to finish, Saia slammed him in the face with a pillow and a "SHHHH!!!!"

2 comments:

DavValerio said...

i am not at all looking forward to that. noah is a little grunt monster as it is. when he is angry or frustrated or sleepy he forgets all his signs and words. he grunts and points and becomes increasingly angry when daddy has no idea what he wants. good luck.

JO ANNA GUERRA said...

PFFT!! Good luck to YOU, dude. At least I've already got a few years behind me. You're just starting!!! (bwahahahha!) ;)