I'm convinced that Johnny is doomed to be sick for the rest of his life. Okay, that may be a little dramatic, but he really hasn't been 100% for at least two months now. Every time I think he is finally getting over whatever he has, I am proven wrong. I woke up the other morning to a message from Steve saying that Johnny has taken yet another turn for the worse, after having finally perked up a little. At the rate he is going, I think I'm going to have to take him in to the doctor. Before now, it wasn't too worrying because part of his symptoms were expected after getting his vaccinations, but now we're a week and a half past his shots and he has gotten sick again. I'm hoping that this is just a bug and will go away on it's own, but I feel like it would be bad parenting on my part if I didn't take him in at this point. I'm totally not one of those moms who rushes my kid in to see the doctor over every little thing, but if it persists... which this has...
I blame the weather. I know that is pretty much everyone's excuse for anything going wrong right now, since the entire country has been going through an insane winter, but I am serious. It was 65 on Monday, soaking wet and around 40 on Tuesday, pure ice on Wednesday, a windchill of -12 yesterday, and it is supposed to get to 60 today. Whaaaa? You can't tell me that the weather hasn't been wreaking havoc on immune systems everywhere. Can it just be spring already? Or even better, summer?!
Anyway, due to the horrible weather and a sick kiddo, not much new is going on. We originally had a Family Day planned so that Johnny could have both parents at the same time, but since he ended up staying home from school yesterday, we ended up skipping the theater and renting a movie to watch at home. It was cute (Free Birds) and I think Johnny was pretty happy. He got to eat his dinner in the living room as a special treat, so all was well in his book.
Today is Steve's birthday, so he has the kiddo. While on the whole Johnny has been adjusting better than I thought he would, he still has moments where he shows how rough this transition has been on him. He wanted to know why I wasn't going to be at "the birthday party"tonight with Steve's family. Every time he sees a movie where the main characters end up getting married, he asks me, "Are they falling in love? Are you and daddy going to fall in love again? Are you going to get married?" and when I say no, he tells me that he wishes I would fall in love with him instead if I am not going to be with his daddy. I remind him that I fell in love with him the moment I knew he was growing inside my belly, and all over again the day he was born. I fall even more in love with him every day, and it is a special kind of love that only a parent can have for their child. I assure him that his daddy loves him the same way. Love is a hard concept when you're 4.
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I blame the weather. I know that is pretty much everyone's excuse for anything going wrong right now, since the entire country has been going through an insane winter, but I am serious. It was 65 on Monday, soaking wet and around 40 on Tuesday, pure ice on Wednesday, a windchill of -12 yesterday, and it is supposed to get to 60 today. Whaaaa? You can't tell me that the weather hasn't been wreaking havoc on immune systems everywhere. Can it just be spring already? Or even better, summer?!
Anyway, due to the horrible weather and a sick kiddo, not much new is going on. We originally had a Family Day planned so that Johnny could have both parents at the same time, but since he ended up staying home from school yesterday, we ended up skipping the theater and renting a movie to watch at home. It was cute (Free Birds) and I think Johnny was pretty happy. He got to eat his dinner in the living room as a special treat, so all was well in his book.
Today is Steve's birthday, so he has the kiddo. While on the whole Johnny has been adjusting better than I thought he would, he still has moments where he shows how rough this transition has been on him. He wanted to know why I wasn't going to be at "the birthday party"tonight with Steve's family. Every time he sees a movie where the main characters end up getting married, he asks me, "Are they falling in love? Are you and daddy going to fall in love again? Are you going to get married?" and when I say no, he tells me that he wishes I would fall in love with him instead if I am not going to be with his daddy. I remind him that I fell in love with him the moment I knew he was growing inside my belly, and all over again the day he was born. I fall even more in love with him every day, and it is a special kind of love that only a parent can have for their child. I assure him that his daddy loves him the same way. Love is a hard concept when you're 4.
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