Monday, September 07, 2009

Back in the Trenches

Ahhhh yes. Holiday weekends. The sound of lawn mowers. People having parties. Me and the kids going it alone while poor John works all weekend. Fevers. Sore Throat. Urgent Care Centers. Antibiotics.

You know. The usual. I blame the hotel room.

So, Becca is eating a diet of milkshakes, Motrin and popsicles to help her throat while spiking 104 temps, and I'm cleaning the house and obsessively checking the Internet while Andrew is following me around whining, and/or learning how to watch TV with his sister.

You know. The usual.


I have my big audition tomorrow night for the choir I was in two years ago, and I'm stricken with fear (I know! Me? No way!) that I'm going to wake up tomorrow with strep. Last year I waddled in to the audition (they audition everyone every year) 8 months pregnant (or 9 months? Was it 9 months pregnant?). My voice cracked on the high note and I told them I wasn't available for the first 6 months of the season. That didn't go over so well, I guess. I am really hoping for a good voice day tomorrow. I've been videotaping myself singing, and wow. If you ever feel like torturing yourself, this is a good way. It is painful for me to watch. But, in lieu of a voice teacher, it seems to be helping. "What am I doing!? I look like a complete FREAK! Why am I slumping over to one side? Why is my mouth doing that? Is my left shoulder just going up and down by itself? This is a disaster!" John patiently sits there trying to play XBox in peace while I scream in horror at my tics.


In other news, Andrew is just getting more and more personality. When I sing, Becca covers her ears and screams, "NOOOOO!" Andrew just looks at me with the most sparkling eyes and smiles. He loves music and smiles and dances whenever one of his toys starts playing music. He also really loves balls. They are by far his favorite toys. He just sort of chases them around the house all day. Or sticks. Any kind of stick will do, even if it is really a magic wand. He loves to bang them on things. Occasionally he'll stop to empty out a kitchen cabinet, or to spit on the floor and play in it. He still doesn't babble a whole lot....but he does say MomMomMomMom--especially when hungry. He pretty much only walks now.....and since he's kind of a short kid, it is pretty funny to see him completely mobile--walking around on the sidewalk outside. He is determined to figure out the little baby slide we have outside, but can't quite understand what he's supposed to do.
Well. Shit. I just pulled Becca's germ-ridden sippy cup out of Andrew's mouth. So much for germ control. And now he's trying to pull my camera off the counter. Guess that's my cue to sign off! I hope you are all having a fun, germ-free holiday...

12 comments:

Angie said...

Good luck on your audition, Katie!

Elizabeth said...

Ugh. I *hate* weekends, especially holiday weekends. I feel you.

Hope your audition goes well and Andrew manages to avoid the plague!

lisa said...

Sick sister's sippy cup in brother's mouth. This I am most worried about. And then I started thinking about the Duggars-- do you think if one person gets the stomach flu the ENTIRE family gets it? Because thats a lot of puke. Anyway-- Im trying really hard to not be obsessive. Today was the first day of school and I packed a bottle of hand sanitizer in Nathan's lunch with explicit instructions to put one squirt in his hands before he eats. I thought this was much more *rational* than sitting down with the teacher and insisting she watches him wash his hands and not. touch. anything. before eating his lunch. Baby steps.

Also- its so crazy that Andrew is a walking fool....I feel like Mackenzie is so far away from that!

Katie said...

Lisa, I actually spoke with the director of the preschool about hand-washing practices before snack time. HOLY SHIT. I HAVE LOST IT!!! She assured me they wash their hands with soap and water under teacher's supervision before snack time. I think she is lying.

Swistle said...

Oh, man. Good luck with the audition and with the spread of the plague.

Also: if by any chance your husband is a pilot on the airline I'll be on this week, tell him not to be offended if I don't shake his hand without first spritzing him with Lysol.

Swistle said...

Yes, or "for the airline, and on the airplane," perhaps, instead of "on the airline" and then the assumption that if he WERE a pilot for that airline he would FOR SURE be piloting the plane I'd be on. I realize he doesn't fly ALL the flights. That would be SO tiring.

Katie said...

Swistle, don't worry! I've turned him into a germ freak as well. He washes and sanitizes his hands after shaking hands with any passengers! :)

If you see a pilot who looks too young to be a pilot, it might be him....(he isn't too young, he just LOOKS really young!)

Natalie said...

My girls are now sharing a room (until they beg for their own rooms). So, I had to give up on the fear of passing any illness on. I'm sure, when one gets sick, the other will follow. Urgh! But, even if they were sharing a room, they are so close, there isn't much I can do. So frustrating! I'm not looking forward to flu season!

Katie said...

Natalie...I know. I actually kind of gave up on trying to keep them apart...because Andrew puts everything in his mouth and they share toys, etc. I'm starting to just embrace the fact that if one gets it, we may all get it. Bummer.

sgtsharp said...

that why you sing & not me. shit I'd empty out the place if i sang



word verification: nones

sgtsharp said...

wrap your house in shrink wrap
ah hell just shrink wrap everything

Jen said...

These photos are great!

How did your audition go?