3 posts tagged “elder boy”
D is currently passed out in the Grandpa Chair, snoring. He has a bottle Gatorade in his armpit, and a glass bowl at the ready.
No, he wasn't partying. He is just really sick. He was tired and dragging all day yesterday, and last night, when I went to hug him goodnight, I was shocked by how hot he was. His temp last night was 101.8 -- this morning at 6:30am, it was 103.3. He has a horrible cough, and started throwing up anything and everything (including Gatorade) this morning.
The doctor says it is a virus, and he will have to work through it on his own. Poor man -- I think this means no camping trip this weekend for him.
At least he gets to watch as much Pokemon as he wants...
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- Every so often, I make a (gluten-free) meal that is so good that D asks me if I will go compete on "Top Chef." Very sweet of him, but I don't have the knife skills. However, sometimes I dream about going in as a gluten-free chef, to prove that gluten-free food can be yummy. Or maybe I'll just become rich and famous and find investors and start up a GF restaurant in the area.
- We let the kiddies stay up late last night to watch some history. (It occurred to me that I have watched a lot of history: shuttles exploding, terrorist attacks, people dying before their time. This time, regardless of which party won, we would have been watching history, and this time, no one would have had to die.) Watching the news coverage on WGN, a Chicago-based station that we can still get news from, one of the commentators, Judy Baar Topinka, was really cranky. Instead of talking about the history of the moment, she was grumbling, "Well, he's going to have a lot of work ahead of him." Well, duh. Maybe she is still bitter that the Illinois Republicans had to pull in Alan Keyes to run against Obama for the Senate seat back in 2004, because they couldn't get anyone else to do it.
- D asked, as the TV image showed Oprah looking proud and teary, who she was. "That's Oprah, honey." "Is she famous?" "Yes, so famous you don't have to use her last name." "Is she more famous than Britney Spears?" "Yes, quite a bit more so."
- D's Pokemon-themed birthday party is Saturday. I am NOT making these cupcakes. But at least there will be fabulous prizes.
normally, i have great disdain for the fauxhawk (my youth taught me that if you want a mohawk, you have to commit to it). but the elder boy got a too-short haircut (validating my dislike of supercuts) that, thanks to the length left on top, makes it look like he has a fauxhawk (especially with his hair rampantly erect). he said that he looked like the rockabilly guy on "guitar hero II," but i explained the difference between a pompadour and a fauxhawk.
maybe we'll spike it and dye it green...
