...to catch nasty colds.
Liz had one for New Years. It hit me and the kids a few days later. Monday and Tuesday nights I was sick as a dog (have no idea why the nights were worse than the days, but they were) and the babies spiked little fevers (like 100.5) off-and-on over the same period.
Meh.
Anyway, yesterday was better, except for the babies' Synagis shots. RSV is bad news for babies, especially premies, but let me tell you, the shots aren't any walks in the park either, at least from a decibel perspective.
The doctor says they're too young to have memories of experiences a month apart, but I'm convinced Hunter knows the pediatrician's office. As soon as we were in the examination room and I started undressing her, she went into total I'm–mad–as–hell–and–I'm–not–going–to–take– it–anymore meltdown mode. This continued for the entire hour and a half that we were there.
No fun.
Anyway, a picture for you (click for a glorious expansion):
Hunter can be a bit fussy about eating. She has this habit of pulling the old ninja slap-the-sword-out-of-line trick when the bottle or the spoon is coming toward her mouth, pretty much randomly. I was trying to feed her solid food while she was in her buzzy seat (she'd earler decided she didn't want to eat in her high chair) when she slapped not only the spoon, but the whole two-sided bowl containing rice cereal in one half, sweet potatoes in the other, out of my hand and onto her lap.
As you can see from the picture, that she considered fun.
Yes, it has been a long time between posts. With the political season heating up, and with it turning into such an interesting political season, posts may be a much more regular occurrence.