Poor Elsa woke up screaming at 2 am. Or more accurately, she woke me up with her screaming. She screamed and screamed for hours (or maybe it was only fifteen minutes) and she never woke up. I could tell her tummy was bothering her because of the way she was drawing up her legs, but I just assumed it was gas and tried to help her the best I could.<\/p>\n
I never turned on a light because, hello, 2 am. No lights necessary.<\/p>\n
When she woke up this morning (much too early thanks to a brother who refuses to understand the request to be quiet and thinks it is a game to see how quiet he can be and still wake up the baby) her left eye was almost swollen shut and that whole side of her face was blotchy.<\/p>\n
It was also a snow day, which meant I wasn’t quite up to driving all over town unless it was a true emergency.<\/p>\n
The most worrisome thing? <\/p>\n
Her night diaper was totally dry. Bone dry. Completely dry.<\/p>\n
Usually she has all three soakers soaked and a little wetness on her jammies.<\/p>\n
She nursed and nursed and nursed and by noon her eye and face was back to normal.<\/p>\n
So no more apricots for now. I hope that solves the problem. To be honest, though, it could have been anything. My dear, sweet first child was not “allowed” to eat off the floor and was often rescued from crumbs and the like.<\/p>\n
I do rescue Elsa from crumbs, but with a five year old in the house it is just impossible to keep up any standard of cleanliness at all. I know she’s ok with chocolate chips, pecans, stink bugs, candy wrappers, leaves, dirt clods and potato chips. <\/p>\n
Poor, poor second child. <\/p>\n
By the time she woke up from her nap, the snow was melted, Erik was bouncing off the walls and I was ready to get the heck out of dodge.<\/p>\n
I should have checked the weather forecast first.<\/p>\n
We went to the mall and had a big moon bounce party place to ourselves. I was surprised since the roads were clear and there was no school.<\/p>\n
Then we went back outside.<\/p>\n
I didn’t know there was a second part of the storm coming and we walked right into it. Erik started freaking out from the hail “We have to escape! It’s raining icicles! What are we going to do? Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!”<\/p>\n
By the time we got home I was sliding all over the road, but I was more worried about the other cars sliding all over the road. Mama needs to learn to check the weather forecast.<\/p>\n
I think it is snowed about five inches in three hours, but maybe I’m exaggerating. I just hope we aren’t in for another snowed in week like we had last year. I also hope Mike gets home soon!<\/p>\n
Since it was obvious we were snowed in and Erik jonsing for something to do, I finally let him make red velvet cupcakes. As I suspected, they turned out bland and boring. Also, I am not keen on any of us eating that much food coloring.<\/p>\n
Remember when I was laughing at my friend, Annica, because she didn’t understand why I would want to put food coloring in my frosting and I thought she was so boring because who WOULDN’T want blue frosting?<\/p>\n
Yeah.<\/p>\n
Now I have kids and I am not freaked out by food coloring in a way that makes me crazy, but I don’t think we need to add food coloring when it is not necessary. To have a cake flavor that is basically a food coloring? Ewwww.<\/p>\n
So I was helping him with his cupcakes and they were very red. I suddenly realized I should go check the mail before the weather was any worse, so I ran out there and bumped into my new neighbor that I’ve talked to once or twice.<\/p>\n
She couldn’t quit staring at me, so I tried to make small talk but her face looked horrified. I was a little put out because I know<\/i> I’m not a beauty queen and I have a big pimple, but sheesh! People don’t usually run screaming from me.<\/p>\n
When I came in the house I looked in the mirror.<\/p>\n
I looked like a living, breathing murder victim. I somehow had gotten the bright red batter all over my neck and it looked like someone had slit my throat. <\/p>\n
Poor, poor neighbor. She’s going to think she moved into a doozy of a neighborhood.<\/p>\n
I assume we aren’t going to have school tomorrow. What are we going to do? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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