The neat thing about lego blocks is that they do travel well.
Daniel and his blocks got to go on an excursion this morning with me. It wasn’t my intention that they would be coming along for the ride to the doctor’s office to check out mommy’s lump but little man was barfing yesterday so no daycare for him. He cheerfully reported to me that he “frew up” not once, not twice and not even three times last night. No, he puked four times.
Great! At least I wasn’t there because this mommy just can’t handle puking or barf or “frowing up”.
That’s four times too many I tell him as I observe him inhale a rather large breakfast. Obviously he is much better today. Of course he is.
Don’t get me wrong. I am very glad that he is better because I really don’t like the idea of my kids being sick. I also don’t particularly relish the idea of dealing with kid barf especially after being up all night for work. I imagine that it will be easier to care for him in my sleep deprived state since he can’t go to daycare after barfing. Still I really don’t want to take him to the doctor to check out mommy’s lovely little lump.
Yes, I am selfish. No good can come of this, really. Plus I am rather worried about what this lump can be as my overactive, nurse’s imagination is working overtime. But this can’t wait. The lump has had me worried and stressed for a week now after it tripled in size literally overnight. Kid or no kid, I need to see the doctor and have him look at my not so lovely lump.
Why am I hearing the Black-Eyed Peas in my head right now?
So I pack up the legos along with assorted snacks because my barfy boy is now quite hungry and off we go.
At the doctor’s office Daniel busies himself building fabulous lego towers while I am being examined. Once again, I am thankful for lego blocks.
The lump isn’t as serious as my worst fears were. Thankfully it is a localized infection that is easily treated with ten days of antibiotics.
So all’s well that ends well. Barfy boy is better. Lumpy mom is taking her medicine. And legos rock!
The neat thing about lego blocks is that they do travel well.
Daniel and his blocks got to go on an excursion this morning with me. It wasn’t my intention that they would be coming along for the ride to the doctor’s office to check out mommy’s lump but little man was barfing yesterday so no daycare for him. He cheerfully reported to me that he “frew up” not once, not twice and not even three times last night. No, he puked four times.
Great! At least I wasn’t there because this mommy just can’t handle puking or barf or “frowing up”.
That’s four times too many I tell him as I observe him inhale a rather large breakfast. Obviously he is much better today. Of course he is.
Don’t get me wrong. I am very glad that he is better because I really don’t like the idea of my kids being sick. I also don’t particularly relish the idea of dealing with kid barf especially after being up all night for work. I imagine that it will be easier to care for him in my sleep deprived state since he can’t go to daycare after barfing. Still I really don’t want to take him to the doctor to check out mommy’s lovely little lump.
Yes, I am selfish. No good can come of this, really. Plus I am rather worried about what this lump can be as my overactive, nurse’s imagination is working overtime. But this can’t wait. The lump has had me worried and stressed for a week now after it tripled in size literally overnight. Kid or no kid, I need to see the doctor and have him look at my not so lovely lump.
Why am I hearing the Black-Eyed Peas in my head right now?
So I pack up the legos along with assorted snacks because my barfy boy is now quite hungry and off we go.
At the doctor’s office Daniel busies himself building fabulous lego towers while I am being examined. Once again, I am thankful for lego blocks.
The lump isn’t as serious as my worst fears were. Thankfully it is a localized infection that is easily treated with ten days of antibiotics.
So all’s well that ends well. Barfy boy is better. Lumpy mom is taking her medicine. And legos rock!
Daniel and his blocks got to go on an excursion this morning with me. It wasn’t my intention that they would be coming along for the ride to the doctor’s office to check out mommy’s lump but little man was barfing yesterday so no daycare for him. He cheerfully reported to me that he “frew up” not once, not twice and not even three times last night. No, he puked four times.
Great! At least I wasn’t there because this mommy just can’t handle puking or barf or “frowing up”.
That’s four times too many I tell him as I observe him inhale a rather large breakfast. Obviously he is much better today. Of course he is.
Don’t get me wrong. I am very glad that he is better because I really don’t like the idea of my kids being sick. I also don’t particularly relish the idea of dealing with kid barf especially after being up all night for work. I imagine that it will be easier to care for him in my sleep deprived state since he can’t go to daycare after barfing. Still I really don’t want to take him to the doctor to check out mommy’s lovely little lump.
Yes, I am selfish. No good can come of this, really. Plus I am rather worried about what this lump can be as my overactive, nurse’s imagination is working overtime. But this can’t wait. The lump has had me worried and stressed for a week now after it tripled in size literally overnight. Kid or no kid, I need to see the doctor and have him look at my not so lovely lump.
Why am I hearing the Black-Eyed Peas in my head right now?
So I pack up the legos along with assorted snacks because my barfy boy is now quite hungry and off we go.
At the doctor’s office Daniel busies himself building fabulous lego towers while I am being examined. Once again, I am thankful for lego blocks.
The lump isn’t as serious as my worst fears were. Thankfully it is a localized infection that is easily treated with ten days of antibiotics.
So all’s well that ends well. Barfy boy is better. Lumpy mom is taking her medicine. And legos rock!
Daniel and his blocks got to go on an excursion this morning with me. It wasn’t my intention that they would be coming along for the ride to the doctor’s office to check out mommy’s lump but little man was barfing yesterday so no daycare for him. He cheerfully reported to me that he “frew up” not once, not twice and not even three times last night. No, he puked four times.
Great! At least I wasn’t there because this mommy just can’t handle puking or barf or “frowing up”.
That’s four times too many I tell him as I observe him inhale a rather large breakfast. Obviously he is much better today. Of course he is.
Don’t get me wrong. I am very glad that he is better because I really don’t like the idea of my kids being sick. I also don’t particularly relish the idea of dealing with kid barf especially after being up all night for work. I imagine that it will be easier to care for him in my sleep deprived state since he can’t go to daycare after barfing. Still I really don’t want to take him to the doctor to check out mommy’s lovely little lump.
Yes, I am selfish. No good can come of this, really. Plus I am rather worried about what this lump can be as my overactive, nurse’s imagination is working overtime. But this can’t wait. The lump has had me worried and stressed for a week now after it tripled in size literally overnight. Kid or no kid, I need to see the doctor and have him look at my not so lovely lump.
Why am I hearing the Black-Eyed Peas in my head right now?
So I pack up the legos along with assorted snacks because my barfy boy is now quite hungry and off we go.
At the doctor’s office Daniel busies himself building fabulous lego towers while I am being examined. Once again, I am thankful for lego blocks.
The lump isn’t as serious as my worst fears were. Thankfully it is a localized infection that is easily treated with ten days of antibiotics.
So all’s well that ends well. Barfy boy is better. Lumpy mom is taking her medicine. And legos rock!