It's been a busy week, and doesn't look like it's going to slow down anytime soon. It feels like it should be Friday tomorrow, but nope, it's only Thursday. Don't know why my days are mixed up like that--Jeremy was off Monday, but that means I should feel like today is Tuesday, not Thursday. Whatever.
Yesterday, I met my new Dental Hygenist. She was sweet, but very chatty. Not that I mind talking about babies all day, but she kept stopping what she was doing so I could respond to her questions. I got there around 2 and didn't leave until 3:30--not just because of her, but the dentist wanted to go over my x-rays from our old dentist. And then she called her husband in, who's also a part of the practice, to give me options for a gap I've got from having a tooth pulled years ago.
Kids, let this be a lesson to you: I don't care what you're parents say, or what you want to do--go to the dentist at least a few times while you're young! Otherwise, you end up in your twenties, maxing out insurance 3-4 years in a row trying to play catch up (and losing some teeth as a result...) I'm looking at YOU, Stephin & James! You talk tough now, but I guarantee you, in a few years, you'll regret having done nothing up 'til then.... Sheesh.
I'm a bit frustrated with the dentists, though... They're looking at my x-rays as if they were just taken (they weren't,) and creating a treatment plan based on old information. Today, I went in to have a couple cavities dealt with, and she tried to schedule me next time for teeth I've already had done (and I told her I've had them done--she even looked at one and couldn't figure out why my old dentist did a root canal on one, based on these x-rays that are almost three years old. Now, I don't doubt that my old dentist was a money-hungry whack job [yeah, I didn't like him much...] but I think he had a more accurate idea of what needed to be done based on the then current condition of my tooth instead of 3 year old x-rays.)
Anyways, I'm taking the next few weeks off from the dentist. At least everyone in the office is really nice.
After all that, and some drama caused by the VA Dept. of Taxation (apparently, if you don't file you're taxes in the state of VA, they assume you paid nothing, and try to take that from you. Luckily, resolution is only a fax number away...) I'm ready for a relaxing rest of the week.
Well, Jeremiah's not on the same page, apparently. He decided today would be a good day to come down with a fever. I knew something was wrong when I put him down for a nap, and he seemed unable to get comfortable, and fall asleep. I kept checking on him, but his eyes were closed, and he was laying down, just constantly tossing and turning. So I whipped out our new fancy schmancy temperal thermometer (only $30 at Costco!) did the forehead swipe, and said he must just be in a mood, since the reading was normal (actually, it was wayyy below normal the first few times, but I knew better than to think he had a temp of 74 or 81. I assumed it was the room, and that's why his head was so warm.)
We went to Harris "Tweeter" (as my Mom likes to call it), got some lunch stuff (<>deli lady was rude... I asked for the Dietz & Watson Turkey, motioning towards the sample they had out, and she said, "That's not D&W, that's HT brand. I should know, I put it out." Well, that's not what the sign said... eventually she came around, and mumbled something about still being on special from last week... Uh huh. Yeah, and thanks for only giving me half a pound of turkey, when I asked for a full pound. Oh well. Next time she asks if I need help, I'll say no and wait for someone else. < /rant>) After we came home, he was pretty whiney and fussy, so I gave him some Tylenol, figuring he had a headache or something (clearly SOMETHING was bothering him, I just couldn't figure out what.)
Jeremy came home, more whining from Jeremiah. We gave him his bath (and let him run around wet and naked afterwards, like he loves to do,) took his temp again, still normal. THEN I realized there's a cover on the temperal probe...... (Seriously, they need to spell things like this out for us preggers.... We don't always notice the obvious.) So we took it again, and bingo! 102.7 Yikes! Checked it again, 103.1. Double yikes! Checked a few more times (not easy to do with a squirmy 14 month old) and it was constantly above 101.3. Called the dr (I'm sure they love being paged at home,) and he told us just to give him Motrin instead of Tylenol, and keep him comfy. So we'll see what happens. Hopefully he'll wake up happy, healthy, and cool, and we can enjoy the FIRST DAY OF SPRING!!!
Yay! I'm so happy tomorrow is the first day of Spring! It's about time! Seems like winter lasts FOREVER when you've got a toddler begging to go out everyday. E-V-E-R-Y-D-A-Y. He doesn't understand that it's too cold, or too wet. If he can see the outside, which is impossible not to do from the family room, he wants to be out there, exploring. ESPECIALLY if the other kids in the neighborhood are out--ESPECIALLY Sean, the 5 year old that lives two doors down. He follows him around like a loyal pal already--he thinks he's just the coolest. We think he's got anger managment issues, and don't really want Jeremiah to grow up being like him, but I think that'll wean as he gets to know Nolan, who lives next door, and is less than a year older than him. Or the 3 year old down the street (can't remember his name at the moment,) who just got a new baby sister (on Jeremiah's birthday!) We'll see!
Finally, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOOMBA----errr...., Stephin-bunny! He's 15! Yikes! It's all good, though. Jeremiah adores him, and he's a good kid--just a little bit addicted to video games, but hey, better that than pot or prescription drugs. "At least he's not dead." inside joke. :) Happy Birthday, Uncle Steph! You're Jeremiah's favorite Uncle Stephin--and enjoy your new gun (airsoft rifle.) Don't shoot the cat... unless it's Big Fella (impossible to make him more retarded, that's for sure. I'm kidding.... don't shoot the cat--then he'll just demand even more attention...)
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