Lola The Furnace and The Fat Kid Inside Me

Look at this face! Have you seen a cuter girl... I think not (actually, Livie is pretty dang cute too!), but you know what I mean. She has been fighting a bug for the past 13 days now with a fever of 102-104.3 for about 11 of those days. For the most part she is her happy smiling self, but since she has pneumonia I have been keeping her down. She is going crazy! She just wants to run, play, joke and be loud. She just wants to be better!

When she first got sick the boys were in town. She wanted so bad to play basketball, ski and go to the Y with them. Aside from one walk in the park, she spent her time drinking tea and being snuggled. Look how cute she is!

She hasn't had much of an appetite, eating just a few bites (if that) at every meal. So last night after looking in the fridge and finding nothing, I decided to make breakfast for dinner. By saying "I decided to make, " I really mean Brian made. When everyone got so excited about the idea (keep in mind that I hate this meal) I decided to do whatever i could to make Lola eat it. This is where my inner fat girl comes in. I pulled out the whipped topping (Cool Whip to you rich folks), and chocolate syrup! She made her waffle look so good that I decided I should try said toppings on my waffle too. Now I realize that I am not sick, but does it count that I have been cooped up here too? No? Okay, I am just a sugar hound and wanted to indulge. Yummy! So, don't judge me or my parenting skills, I just wanted her to get something in her tummy... Oh guess who ate almost half of her dinner!

Wild Eyes

I am now that mom. I have the wild look in my eye. The look you recognize in someone else and hope you never wear- I have it. I remember hearing mothers talk about doing the grocery shopping in the middle of the night. I would think, you are crazy... just go to the store in the daytime like a normal person. Well, I have done it. In fact, it was just the other night. I left the house at 11:20 pm to go grocery shopping. I was wearing sweats (remember the days when I thought people wearing sweats out of the house had given up on life?) a tank top with vomit, Uggs and a parka. I was looking hot! Anyway, I did my shopping and ENJOYED myself! I was alone! I could look at (or not look at) whatever I wanted. I didn't have to hurry! I didn't have to explain everything from colors, to products, to my reasons why! It was GLORIOUS! The feeling wore off when I got the register with 4 WIC checks, but for 20 whole minutes, I was just me.

Dreams

I have been having crazy dreams this past few weeks. I think it is being pregnant and not really sleeping, but who really knows.
The other night I had a dream that I was taking a class in a nuclear plant. We were about to take a test and our teacher was giving us instructions. She then said when we were finished she was going to the hospital (also in the plant) to see Jonathan. Well, I figured out that this was my cousin, and asked that i go with her. As I walked down the stairs I see my aunt standing there. She was all frantic ans said my other cousin April would be really happy if I went and sat with them. So, I did.
I get into the room and April is so happy to see me. She says, "Do you want to hold him?" Now keep in mind that Jonathan and April are adults. I say, "okay," and they hand me a white potato bug with foil on his head. Inside the foil is a raw chicken breast (obviously his brain). Weird. He then says, "I want to be with my kind." WTF? I turn my head to look at April and he runs away.
I spent the rest of the night searching shagg carpet looking for a freaking potato bug. I wish I could just get some sleep!