Kovixen

Andy woke up at 6:30am (early for my late sleeper) screaming yesterday. I ran into his room, and he was sweating and burning up. I took his temp, and it was a whopping 103.5. Not quite sure how high it should go up before I should freak out, I called the pediatrician (and Peter and my mom, I was freaking out anyway). Turns out 105 is where we worry. So there were to be no trips to the pediatrician again (good thing since the nurse admitted he could have gotten the fever after going there on Wednesday) or the hospital. But I had a feverish baby who needs eye drops and is almost as strong as me so they are damn near impossible to put in alone, is not able to go anywhere, and is not able to go for a walk because it was damn cold out. My day was fun to say the least. Whenever I feel like I have a handle on this whole parenting thing, something like this happens. I comment to my mom that Andy's naps have been consistent for months, and he stops napping for a week. I tell my mom I can totally handle Peter being away, and my baby is the sickest he's ever been. I need to keep my mouth shut. Right now I'm on hold with the pediatrician to see if we need to bring him back in as his temp has gone back up to 102.5. Peter's finally home (2am last night), so at least I don't have to struggle alone. I must say how great it is to have tv. Dora and Blues Clues have been my saviors. I don't know how people did this 100 years ago.

What was supposed to be a relatively easy time while Peter went away is not turning out to be so simple. I had Andy scheduled to see his babysitter for all three mornings. And now he has pink eye, so not only can I not take him there, I can't take him anywhere. I have drops for his eyes that he refuses to let me put in, so we literally are wrestling on the floor. And I'm now beginning to suspect that I have pink eye too. I'm thinking about going on vacation this weekend to anywhere that will be relaxing. I am totally stressed, as usual.

In my previous post, I neglected to say how awesome Dave was for driving one of our cars down here full of cats when we moved down here last year. Thank you again Dave. Without you, we would have had to sell the cats on the street for money, or else put them all in one cage and let it be survival of the fittest. And we all know that Fat Tony would have then sat on the girls, and it would have all been over. Ziggy thanks you mightily.

Peter beat me to our anniversary post. We moved down here a year ago today. We'd never been to the Charlotte area before, and as we drove by the city and all the tall buildings, it really hit me what we had done. How could I move to a place I didn't recognize? A year later, I still probably couldn't pick out the skyline, but I love it here. I really love it here. I was so afraid that everyone would be super southern, asking me which church I belonged to, saying "Bless Your Heart" all the time, all extremely conservative, and I'd be the freak in the mix. And I've found quite the opposite. I may not fit in as perfectly as I did in RI, but there are so many people like me down here, with more moving down every day. It is a great place to raise a family, the weather is awesome (what a year to not be in Boston!), and we have an awesome house. I am so happy, I can't express how I feel. This was one of the hardest things I've ever done, moving down here. I was so scared of it all, terrified I was making a huge mistake and messing things up not just for me and Peter, but for the most important person ever, Andy. I'm so glad I took the risk.

In other news, I want to clear up something from my previous post. I'm NOT pregnant. Just really tired. Sorry to anyone who wants me to be, but we are very far from taking that leap again. One day....

I'm quite the romantic. After a lovely dinner of cheese fondue and pots de creme (probably spelled wrong), I graciously told Peter that I was exhausted, and he carried me upstairs and put me to bed before 9pm and went into another room to read. I couldn't even make it to our romantic Lost watching we had planned. Sorry I conked out Peter! Seriously, I don't know what is wrong with me. I slept until 7:30am, and I'm still super tired and slightly dizzy. I've been sleeping like the dead since I got home, but shouldn't I be caught up by now?

Andy's started saying a few words. They are pretty random ones like roar and yay, but he does say mama and dada finally. Everything he says in the cutest little voice you've ever heard. Well, except for mama. That he says as if a demon took over his body. You next expect him to say that I'm in the "pits of despair" like in The Princess Bride. I am not sure why I am the lucky one for the devil voice. Hopefully it's a passing phase, much like his velociraptor phase.

I love today. Ever have those days that things seem to go right? As I was turning around after dropping Andy off, I saw the first apple blossoms of the year. Got me so excited for the warm weather. I heard good Alpha Phi news and also feel great about what I'm working on right now. It's been a tough year for my relationship with the sorority, and I'm so glad I stuck it through. And now one of my favorite bloggers is pregnant after lots of infertility issues, and for some reason I'm so happy I'm crying. I just feel lucky I have a great life with a great family and great people and organizations around me. And I once again am struck by how happy I am that I moved down here. There are almost no negatives to North Carolina. Today is one of those great days where you can sit back and be happy with your life. I try to find these moments often and really appreciate them, and today is one of them.