Here's what's funny about the video that follows... Butch shot us a note yesterday saying he'd driven by an old drum set on the side of the road marked $10. It almost found its way into the Subaru and thusly, to our home in Detroit Rock City. Brad declined the offer, claiming Hunter's true musical calling resides with the guitar and NOT a set of Ludwigs.
Fast forward about 6 hours, and Mommy finds this video on our camera, courtesy of Brad. You ARE aware we almost named Hunter 'Bonham' yes? :)
So dear Friends and Family: Please send money for future groceries.
And dear makers of Boniva: Start sending those osteroperosis supplements my way now. My back is already starting to give out...
We have been given an Rx for Singulair and will start administering this daily before bedtime in his night bottle. We will eventually phase out the Pulmicort steriod breathing treatments <-- which, interestingly enough, we learned can lead to thrush which I've been fairly certain H has been dealing with this week! Interesting correlation.
We will continue to treat the asthma with Singulair through the winter months and hopefully phase out of it by May-June. We will return to Dr. Doshi on 5/13.
Poor H really didn't care for the prickle on the back test and was giving our nurse The Serious Eye for the remainder of our visit but we're both just so thankful that we don't have allergies compounded on top of the asthma diagnosis. At first, Brad and I looked at H's back and saw one spot that was having a serious reaction. Asked the nurse what it was and she replied 'is that dog? No wait, milk...' Almost had a heart attack in the brief vision of packing Beckham up to permanently move to his Uncle Ross' house... But no worries, Becks is here to stay. The nurse just read the test wrong.
Well, Brad and I are about to enjoy some alone time on the couch watching Trust Me but wanted to keep everyone updated!
No seriously... I don't. It's the only way to get things done sometimes!
But the real reason I'm writing now is to inform you of what a fabulous (note: sarcasm) weekend it ended up being... On Friday, I arrived home to no power! It actually had gone out before I left for work in the a.m. -- someone actually ran into the transformer at the end of the street -- and still hadn't been fixed when I got home at 6:15. We made a valiant attempt to sleep at Eric and Laura's that night and opted to let H sleep in bed with us vs. his pack and play (last time we EVER make that mistake again) and I awoke at 1:45am to H hitting me and declaring 'Eh-mo!' (Elmo) and wanting to play. Was able to placate him for a little while but at 4:45am got out of bed, packed him in the car and started driving around so he'd go back to sleep. Luckily as I swung by the house, our power had returned so I plopped him in bed and tried to get some shut-eye of my own. I don't think I've ever cried at the sight of the illumination of our porch light before, but was so delirious with sleep deprivation at that point that I wept.
Saturday was a bit of a haze that even a venti chai from Starbucks could hardly hold off. But it did. We met up with Carlee, Neal and Ethan for dinner at Bastone only to get turned away with a 45 minute wait (um, excuse me 22-year-old hostess who can't seem to make any eye contact with me and is more interested in chatting up her waiter friend but have YOU tried to contain 2 toddlers for 45 minutes in a 2x2 foot area???! NO thanks). We ended up at Mr. B's in Royal Oak which couldn't have been more perfect. The boys sat in the middle of the table and stared at one another chowing chicken tenders and corn dogs. H ate vanilla pudding for the first time in his life and loved it. Saturday night = about 5.5 hours of sleep.
Sunday's the day you typically get to relax and enjoy each other and for the most part, we did. No AIGS stories other than H having an extremely loud screeching contest with ... himself. I didn't think it a big deal until the man next to me in Meats said 'whoa buddy! You're the loudest baby I've met this week!' Maybe it was because my eardrums had been bleeding since Aisle 6 and were now padded with fluid that I didn't seem to notice (or care?).
Did some repairs around the house -- Brad finally solved the mystery of the crazy blowing heater vent in the bathroom and installed our new programmable thermostat.
Fixed a nice Baked Penne with Sun-Dried Tomatoes and Chicken dish for dinner Sunday night and then chased H around for a little while before getting him ready for bed. Wouldn't you know it, on our last round of the island he spilled and took a direct hit to the upper lip? Here's a quick pic of our little prize fighter:
H started crying around 10:30pm. Brad was with him until 12:30am (I was tucked safely away in bed) until I threw off the covers to relieve Brad and realized... it was totally fricking freezing in the house. Sure enough, new thermostat read 64 degrees. No wonder H was screaming. Let's just say this War of the Thermostat raged on until 4:45 when we finally realized our new toy had a self-adjust feature to 64 degrees on Sunday nights only. Nothing like reading a manual via flashlight with 2 hours of sleep to your name.
Needless to say, I was too sleep-deprived to function at work yesterday so I instead opted to stay home and rest. AND do a little laundry.
So here I am after my non-restful 3-day weekend wishing Friday could creep up a little sooner...
