What a Weekend

We've had quite the month in our house with week long stomach bugs for 3 out of 4 of us. Poor Henry started his turn Thursday night, and by yesterday morning, his diaper rash was out of control. (His appetite, however, is just compensating for everything he is losing with this bug - he's ravenous, all the time) So I called the pediatrician yesterday morning to see if she could prescribe something for the diaper rash, and was slightly irritated when the only prescription I got was for baking soda baths. Whatevs man. We decided to give it a try, and I just have two words.

Miracle drug.

I won't be too graphic, but let's just say that was the worst diaper rash I had ever seen, and after 3 baking soda baths yesterday afternoon, he was almost back to normal by the time he went to bed last night. Holy moly, why am I just now learning about this?!?!?

Anyway, so Adam was in Charlotte Friday afternoon, so I decided to do what I usually try to do when Adam is away - bribe my kids into mom-is-the-favorite-dom. You see, I have to, because John Dickson is a huge Daddy's boy. Rango after bedtime? Why not??? So we went to the store, brought home Rango, got snuggled up on the couch with our pillows and blanket, when my "why not" question was answered.

4 letter words.
"Look me in the eye. I want to WATCH you die."
"I'm going to drag your soul down to hell."
"I killed all 7 of them with just one bullet."

Et cetera. Et cetera. Et cetera. Are you kidding me?!?!? In an animinated PG rated movie?? Thanks a lot Johnny Depp, I knew I didn't like you. (No I am not a Pirates fan, thankyouverymuch). Thankfully they put most of the bad stuff at the end so you don't see it coming. Sarcasm. Note to self: prescreen. Win over kids with ice cream.

Saturday morning my weekend got infinitely worse. I have been dying to pressure wash my house. Im old now, ok? Ok. So I got up at 6:30, headed to Easley to pick up the pressure washer, got it home, and we couldn't get it assembled because of some weird connector thing. So Adam took it back and came home with a working pressure washer, except that it wouldn't start. Details. We got it started 3 times, but it never ran more than 30 seconds or so, so we finally took it back and they refused to give us our money back. I was so ticked.

After that, I decided to attempt duel naptime while Adam ran errands. I put Henry in his crib and put John Dickson in our bed, and I laid there wondering what kind of freak alignment in the solar system was causing John Dickson to just hop in bed, lie down and be still and quiet and almost asleep when I heard a big crash. I jumped up and grabbed the video monitor to make sure it wasn't Henry, but there was Henry's crib, safe and sound. And no Henry. That's right people, my 13 month old can hop the crib. Thankfully he wasn't hurt, just upset, but not too upset to not try it again. We took the bumper pads out for now, but if it happens again, I don't know what we are going to do... 13 months. I decided the solar system was unfair afterall.

We have 3 weeks left in Greenville, and so we decided to do something we've been dying to do the entire time we have been here - go to a Greenville Drive game. I hoped John Dickson would enjoy it, but I had no idea how much he was going to truly love it. However, Henry was having none of it. He doesn't like baseball thankyouverymuch. (Two in one post, I know). After an hour or so we had to bribe John Dickson to leave, and he finally agreed. As soon as we got home, he insisted on getting out his bat and ball and playing some baseball in the front yard.

I'm tellin ya, the kid is a natural.



And he hits the ball!



We knew he was fast... he tells us all the time how he is faster than his best friend Mackhue. He says that we need to learn to run faster so we can beat his best friend Mackhue. He even admits that sometimes Mackhue even beats John Dickson. But John Dickson beats him back. (Trivia: There is a winner and a loser to every game. And another winner, who happens to be the loser. If said winner/loser is John Dickson.)



John Dickson played baseball for a solid hour. I have never seen him do ANYTHING for a solid hour... except of course watch Rango. Whatevs man. I knew I should stick to Winnie the Pooh. I may or may not have taken the day off to take John Dickson to see Pooh on opening day.





Last night as we were winding down and getting ready for bed, we sent John Dickson to go brush his teeth. He was in there counting...

John Dickson: "Two, three, four, five"
Me: "What are you counting?"
John Dickson: "Three!"
Me: "Three what?"
John Dickson: "Three twenty!"
Me: "Three twenty what?"
John Dickson: "Three twenty two!"

Aaand I gave up.

Also on Saturday, I left John Dickson unattended with Play Doh while I rocked a sleeping Henry, and came out to find John Dickson had mixed every last color together into one big ice cream cone. I actually managed to somewhat separate the colors back out, and as I went to put the orange back into the bag, I noticed the top half of the bag was missing. Magic? No. He got the scissors. He later colored a business card with a sharpee. Note to self: Pencil cup on the desk is no longer ok.

We learned a lot this weekend.