killing it

So. Phoebe has been sick SO much this winter. Funny that my healthiest baby at birth has been the sickliest afterward. You'd think it'd be the oldest with all of the health problems, but she seems to be healthier than a horse!

The social worker just emailed me, asking about T being sick. Her question was, "Is it contagious?" and "How did she get it?"

These questions immediately made me laugh out loud.

I'm skipping the first one and going right to the second:

"How did she get it?"

I had to check the ip address to make sure it was legit, and not coming from some email like "socialworker@socialworkerschool999.com before I continued. But, here goes...


Considering that every public surface is a human petri dish of germs and that both of our older children are in public school and that Teapot's daily itinerary is as follows:

get out of bed
play with shoes
sing a song about Granny and Santa Claus
stick hands in back of pull up
play in bathroom sink
stick hands in back of Phoebe's diaper
wipe snot away from face
give Asher hug
eat a Cheerio from the floor
open-mouth kiss to unsuspecting foster mother
sneeze on wall

Once you've had a few kids you're no longer swayed by sickness. I mean, you don't consider it a big deal. It's just a matter of fact. It's just a part of being a parent, and you realize you can't keep your kids from getting sick or plan when their sicknesses will be any more than you can fart in the wind and plan who smells it.

I also think it's funny how freaked out I was about Lucy getting sick when she was a baby. I remember my cousin, (whose own newborn was being body slammed in the back ground by her 2 year old) said, "You'll get over that pretty quickly."

My favorite event of yesterday was when I had a new foster mom friend over after I had told her the girls were coming down with something. Her response was, "Can't keep them locked away!" ... and I knew she was my kind of people, especially after she brought some gourmet cupcakes she had, you know, just WHIPPED UP for Asher's 6th birthday.

Watching people with their first child and then with their third or fourth is hysterical. With the first, they're sanitizing the baby wipes. With the fourth, they're hoping the dog saliva thoroughly sanitized the pacifier, if they even use one...



"How did she get it?"

let's continue the itinerary:

rub grapes on floor
eat grapes
go to Target
lick the shopping cart handle
feed Phoebe something she finds on floor
find Goldfish in seat
hug all of Lucy's friends at school

nap

I want Scott to invent some sort of germ tracker with his nerd mind so I can answer such questions with, "Well, on Thursday the 22nd at 3:45 pm she came into contact with an unidentified foreign body in the NorthWest corner of the school playground. Lattitude, 14576, 32879  Longitude, 18242, 2948214

I imagine I just plotted some coordinates near Australia, which is a whole different post, but you get the picture.

Now, for my next feat of the day: Opening a candy cane for Asher without breaking it.

Anyone placing bets?

I am killing it as a mother.