You know what is more fun that losing sleep with an infant? Losing sleep with a three year old. And, you know what is more fun that THAT? Losing sleep with a three and a one year old. Yes, we are sick again. Yes, again. The Little Man has some weird eye thing going on, combined with a fast flow boogie faucet. It is a joy, a joy, I tell you. Oh, yah, and a fever for a few days now. So, this means that there is no school and no friends for him. It is so sad, but I don't think he minds. When he is not sitting in his carseat being driven all around town for mommy's errands, he is lying on the couch, with eyes barely open. I found him on the floor the other day in the fetal position. He really isn't feeling well. We went to the ophthalmologist on Tuesday, on our quest to try out all specialists in the medical field, and the results of that visit are inconclusive. The daytimes don't bother me, he is lethargic and lovey, and what could be better when you are used to an active, attention-seeking child? It is the darn nighttimes. For some reason, LM decided that he needs to yell to us in the middle of the night whenever he needs to blow his nose. I am not sure why he can't do it himself, he does it himself during the day... but, I guess he figures if he is us, we might as well be too. Oh, and this like every 1-2 hours. Fun times. And, last night, Squeaker decided to join in on the rare instances that LM was sleeping more than an hour or two. So, they had conspired against us and Mommy and Daddy are pretty sleep-deprived this morning. At least a newborn sleeps most of the day... these boys do not.
Should be a great start to our fun weekend!