Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Now, for this meme I was supposed to go to the 4th folder on my computer and pick the fourth picture, post the picture and comment. Obviously I need to get out more, because the instructions confused me.
Are we talking the 4th folder on my "desktop" or the 4th folder under "my documents?" Do I need to pull up the hard drive list and see what is listed there? Perhaps they mean the fourth folder under "my pictures." Surely this is not supposed to be difficult.
The fourth fold under "my documents" is labeled "inlingua" and contains no pictures, just old English lesson plans. The fourth folder on my "desktop" is labeled "Chris." Now that is more like it. Here is the 4th photo.
This picture was taken when the Dude was about two weeks old. I love it because it reminds me that there was a time when he could not get around on his own and now he gets into EVERYTHING. Also, I used this picture to send out thank you notes for all of the baby gifts we received. The outfit was from the Dude's Crazy Aunt Carrie. It was so adorable and I was sad when it no longer fit him. Note that in the picture he has a peach fuzz. This hair fell out about a week later leaving him looking like Kojak for months. The hair situation is still pretty thin, but it is getting better. God, was he really that small??
Just for a laugh, the fourth picture in the fourth folder under "my pictures" is this. Creative I am not.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Actually we have been pretty sick over here these days, and I blame it all on the German. Last Monday (i.e. 9 days ago) he came down with the flu. Instead of calling in sick he actually went to work. They sent him home. After forcing him to go to the doctor on Tuesday, he went back to work on Thursday. I have no idea why he did this. He was clearly still ill, and he has his life sentence now. The worst they can do to him is give him all early morning classes; which he already has.
Over the weekend I got hit. I had a temperature Saturday and Sunday and basically felt like I had been hit by a truck. By Sunday evening, my fever had broke, but the Dude was getting started. The Dude's temperature went up on Monday morning (i.e. two days ago) so off we went to the pediatrician.
She said that it was probably a virus and not much that could be done. Then she took a really long q-tip and swabbed the back of his throat.
"I just want to send this to the lab to see what he has." Seemed reasonable to me. But she kept talking.
"Don't worry, you don't have to pay for it. It goes to the state health department. They like to keep track of what is going around and this could be interesting."
I am guessing she could see the alarm in my face. "Oh, if it is too bad, I'll give you a call."
Monday night, Tuesday morning the Dude's temperature skyrocketed. I was up with him most of the night rocking him and trying to make him comfortable, when it was clear that he was not. At 4:30am, the German got up and wrapped cool, wet towels around the Dude's legs. All day Tuesday the baby cried and refused to eat. Luckily the world's best mother-in-law came over to watch him for a few hours so that I could take a nap; after all I was not exactly 100% myself.
Just in time to watch Obama and the Chief Justice screw up the oath of office, the Dude's fever broke. Today he actually ate and played, but still has a wicked cough. Then the pediatrician called.
"There were two things in the report. First influenza and then a virus." She seemed very relieved when I told her that the baby was doing better. "I almost never see something that bad." Our little one is such an over achiever.
It struck me yesterday that every time I watch Obama make a major speech, this household gets really ill. When he does the State of the Union, I am staying as far away from the TV as possible.
The German and I actually enjoyed watch the pomp and circumstance, and the fierce hats. I thought Sascha and Malia were the most adorable kids ever, and make me almost want to have another baby just so I can buy one of those coats. I was also really digging Michele's green gloves. Even better than the speeches though, was the benediction. The Rev. Dr. Joseph Lowery is a civil rights legend, but also very touching.
Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around... when yellow will be
mellow... when the red man can get ahead, man; and when white will embrace what
is right. That all those who do justice and love mercy say Amen.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Originally uploaded by govt23
We made it home to Germany in one piece. It too was an odyssey that involved a late plane, missing connection, last seat on the plane, forgotten passports and lost luggage. Perhaps the vomiting was better.
The trip home was lovely, but things have been so up and down since we got back that I have not been motivated to write. But the German when back to work today and I have an English lesson tomorrow, so I guess the vacation is over. I will write more later but thought I would leave you with some be-lated Christmas cheer.
This is the Dude and my niece, Special K. They really hit it off while we were in the U.S.