We are on day 4 of our sickies here.... Thus the above song about washing your hands... We've washed our hands, bleached our home, rotated binkies to keep the germs at bay. Nothing is working. Sigh. Zachary is still sick. Tom is sick. And I jumped on the bandwagon Sunday.
My nose, I'm pretty certain is about to fall off or fill a tub full of snot. Tom is currently on his way to our stat care because he feels so horrible. Zachary has resorted to full on punching and smacking when we get close to him with the nose sucker.... I'm not kidding, full on hitting us. For a child with the mobility of a 6 month old, he packs a punch. I've got the bruises to prove it!
And in other news, last week we moved Zachary from his crib into a toddler bed and he is absolutely loving it! And my back is ever so grateful. We had such a tall crib that I had to get on my tippy toes to drop him in. And don't even get me started on how I had to lean all the way over the railing to grab my balled up boy and drag him over to the side I was standing at to pull him out. Oi Vey! But, no more crib, so problem solved. YAY!!!! We of course had to make sure we had a very sturdy side rail to keep him from rolling out. Although, with his hypotonia, he'd kind of just slide out of the bed and roll to the floor which is all of 10 inches away from the bed.
|First night in his big bed... He was pleased as punch!|
|Yea..... He doesn't match, I know. I'm really too sick/lazy at this point to care. LOL|
I appreciate you all!