We survived Nathan's first and second ear infections, the latter being a bi-lateral one. "Bi-Lateral" is just a fancy-schmancy way to say "it's in both ears." We have no idea how long the poor little guy suffered with them, because both times he never indicated there was anything wrong with his widdle ears. He got a cold he just couldn't conquer, and when it settled in his eyes, we took him to the doctor. The poor baby was waking up with his eyes glued shut by this yucky green goo. We were given oral antibiotics for the ear infection, and antibiotic eye drops for the eyes (<--duh).
Here's a list of things I think would be only slightly harder than putting drops in both eyes of a writhing, screaming 11 month old:
*Wrestling Cranky Crocodiles
*Flossing the teeth of a giant Great White shark
*Curling the mane of a big hungry lion
*Giving Freddy Krueger a French manicure
You get the picture. He didn't really like the drops. He acted as if we were dangling boiling oil over his beautiful baby blues. It was, in a word, unpleasant. But the drops did work. His eyes cleared up within a day or two. He seems to have kicked the cold, too. At this point, we're all pretty healthy. But I'm not going to say that too loudly.
Aunt Erma was here to visit. We had a whole family get together so we could all see her before she heads back to the west coast. Nathan had a ball with cousin Renee's kids. I think he's fallen in love with Kiersten. He just kept hugging her and wouldn't let her go. It was so cute! She loved it, too, because Nathan will rough-house with her. Her little brother Matthew won't.
Speaking of Matthew, he and Nathan were sitting on the floor together, playing, and one of Matthew's sisters tickled him which made his shirt come up a little. Nathan sat there with a totally serious face and, reaching out with a steady deliberation, placed his finger in Matthew's belly button. It was like the baby version of a secret handshake. Matthew just looked at Nathan knowingly, and I swear he gave a slight nod, as if to say, "I feel ya, dawg." These two are destined to be BFFs.
We went to Mom's for Superbowl. I thought it was a pretty good game. Especially since Bryan was the only one in the room rooting for New England. Ha ha! I brought a dozen little stuffed footballs, so everytime there was a bad call or the play went in the wrong team's favor we threw them at the television. Nathan thought that was hilarious. The commercials were better than last year. I especially liked the ones with the talking baby who's trading stocks on the internet. Very funny stuff.
My stepdad, Chuck constantly carries a ginormous thermal mug of Sierra Mist everywhere he goes. It has come to be known as Chuck's jug. Nathan has learned that Grandpa's cup contains great sugary goodness, and since I'm a bad mommy who lets her child occasionally drink soda, he loves to share Grandpa's drink. The jug Chuck had on Superbowl Sunday was probably big enough to share with all of the New York Giants twice. I believe it holds 100 oz. I just love this picture of Nathan drinking from Grandpa's giant jug. Only his widdle feet show below it!
Now that's refreshing! (Insert cheesey commercial smile here.)
Well, Internet, that ought to be a long enough post for me to get back into your good graces. I'm off to beddy-bye. G'Night!