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Heck No, There Aren’t Any Pictures With This One

I caught Cian’s barf in my bare hands Friday. I think I’ve turned a corner, motherhood-wise. He was sitting beside me on the couch as I worked on my (other) website. Laptop in my lap, sleepy baby on my shoulder. My brother called, and as we talked, Cian fell asleep against me (his first nap in months, but that’s another story), hot and sweaty with a broken fever after a very long night of (computer-less) cuddle time.  My brother and I hung up. And then Cian woke up. And then Cian leaned back against a “pih-row”, started crying, sat back up, and threw up his lunch. Which I caught (go, mama!) in my hands WHILE managing to keep my laptop from crashing to the floor. It’s the small things. I had a friend, a very close friend–one I would’ve told you three years ago was one of my best–move away a couple of years ago and drop contact, for reasons I still haven’t been able to pin down. We’re still Facebook friends, but that’s the…

Well, This Looks Familiar

I don’t even know how to describe this weekend, except to keep it as short and sweet as I can (HARD. so hard. Long-winded, I am). And especially after my last description of household illness, if I describe anything else to you that’s remotely like that, you’re going to unfollow me as quickly as I can say “grab the bucket!” And yet. My life. Friday, we had a two-hour delay for the girls’ school, which means that I was set to make six trips back and forth for drop-off and pick-up in the space of six hours. I thought that was going to be the toughest part of the day (oh, the universe loves “perspective,” doesn’t it?), except… Hives. Cian woke up with a single hive under his chin. By 8:30, I noticed them on his hands. By 9 they were popping up on his ears, and by 10 o’clock they covered his entire body. At lunchtime I was on the phone with the doctor, and by 2:30 we were in the car to the office. Bad allergic…

That Scent on the Wafting Breeze

In three seconds, Quinn started crying–weeping, really–Luca began barking like someone was breaking into our house, I heard a key in the door, and Saoirse was calling, “Mom!  Quinn just barfed!  She’s BARFING!!”  I’d been downstairs cleaning the laundry room. I kinda wanted to stay downstairs in the laundry room, you know. But I ran up those stairs faster than my cat when she does that crazy zoom-zoom around the house in the middle of the night.  And I saw the scene just as David walked in the door, huge smile on his face because he was going to surprise his girls at lunchtime, and saw it too. I give him massive credit for not backing right back out and pretending he never stopped by. Both of the girls are sick. SK’s on antibiotics now, and Quinn is in the throes of something that seems much, much worse. Twenty-four hours ago she seemed fine.  But today she weeps because her eyes are so swollen. She coughs so much that she throws up all over herself.  She won’t eat anything, and is wont to curl…