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Tucker’s such a giver.

And sometimes I wish that he would keep stuff to himself.

Like his germs.  There’s no reason to share those.

Saturday Tucker developed some kind of Ebola thing which left him weak and on the toilet for a good part of the day.

Monday, I woke up sick.  Luckily, I still had some Zofran left over from when I was prego with Oliver so I took 1/2 of one of those and felt a tiny bit more human.

And then Cara got diahrea for a day accompanied by diaper rash.  So, Cara ended up in a baking soda bath to make her butt feel better.

I feel the need to defend myself about this post.

I didn’t write it as any sort of New Year’s resolution. I know from personal experience that New Year’s resolutions don’t work. In fact, 63% fail with in two month.

Mine always have failed and since all of my “acceptable” excuses for over-eating were past me, [i.e. Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas] I was finally ready to quit being a quitter [you know what I mean] and to finally change small things that would eventually lead to big payoffs.

However, I’m going to have to put all of that on hold…at least for nine months.

Man, oh man I feel like shit today.

I woke up wanting to puke and have done so several times. I don’t have a fever, but I seem to lack to ability to keep myself from thinking about food. [Damn, I did it again while I was typing that! And now that I’m typing this! I give up.] Every time I think about any kind of food [damnit!] I want to puke.

Feel sorry for me. Please?

I called Tucker and asked him to come home so that he can watch Cara cause it’s kind of hard to keep an eye on the precocious toddler when my head is buried in the toilet.

Last night was one of those nights when I wished that I could just snap my fingers and Cara would have a mouthful of teeth.

All day she would be playing one minute and crying the next.

I could have sworn that she had two personalities; she would be chasing Oscar and then she would crumple into a little baby pile of tears.

Tucker had to work Black Friday [poor guy] from 5 am to 2 pm.

When he got home, Cara was just getting up from her nap and we decided to go out for a steak. My treat. [Gotta love getting paid for “playing” on the internet]

The guy who killed himself on Friday was a co-worker of Tucker’s. I had met him once and found him charming. He was a good looking, tattooed guy who seemed to be very polite, if a bit “twitchy”.

His parents found him in their garage; he had pulled his car into the garage, shut the door and left the car running.

Yesterday, I was sad about the whole situation. Less than a month ago, he had become a father and I just kept thinking about how sad it is that his son will never know his father.

Cara had her nine month appointment yesterday; she has gained no weight since her six months appointment.

The nurse who weighed Cara and measured her seemed very concerned by this little fact.

But, I’m cool with it. She’s gotten longer and come on, she walking and has been for the past two weeks. Not to mention the fact that she had salmonella poisoning for over a week. This kid is burning serious calories!

Wen Cara was born, she weighed 8lbs 3 oz and was 19 inches long; she was short and plump. This is the first time that she hasn’t been around the 90th percentile for her weight.

Ugg.

So Caroline’s feeling better and that makes me very pleased. I really don’t think I can express the joy that I’m feeling at the fact that I don’t have to change a dirty diaper every thirty minutes. Isn’t it amazing the things that can make a mom happy? Maybe it’s pathetic. Oh well.

Apparently my hand-washing vigilance and obsessive use of hand sanitizer did not prevent me from getting Cara’s bug. Now she’s feeling better and I’m in the throws of stomach cramps and frequent visits to the potty.

Luckily, I can take an ant-diuretic… and complain a lot.

I got a call from the Base a little while ago concerning Cara’s poop. Wait, did I tell you about that. Hmm…let me think. Yep. I did. Here, here, here, and here.

What I forgot to tell you is that Tucker had to take in a little Cara stool sample and that’s why the Base called.

Cara apparently has Salmonella poisoning. I guess she’s really sick and not just being a wuss, huh?

Might explain the amazing quantity of diapers we’ve been plowing through.

We’ve all done it; judging. Whether it’s casting an disapproving look at the mom whose kid is screaming in the store, or the parent who “lets their child run wild”, everyone has those moments where you can’t believe what you’re seeing and there’s no way that you would let that happen.

I’m that person…a lot. I’m not proud of that fact but I can’t say that I really try not to do it. Today I became one of the people that I judge. How ironic (and just) is that?

It’s early. I’ve been up for a while. I woke up before Tucker did this morning. Cara woke up before I did. She still has diarrhea and her little butt is very raw. Poor baby. Ugg.

Sorry about that; I’m better now. I just haven’t had enough coffee yet. I made that turkey last night and it was fucking awesome! I made garlic smashed potatoes and gravy, corn, green peas and rolls to go along with it; I think I know what I’m having for breakfast.