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Monday, September 25, 2006

• Allie is freakin sick again. I think I need to buy stock in Pediacare.....does Pediacare sell stock?
• Did I ever mention that having a large family is hard? And by hard I mean.........{web-page-edit}
• {rant} Football. Ya know, to all the people out there that give their significant others a hard time about watching football on Sunday's and having a fantasy football league, you should really thinking about just sucking it up and joining in. Football is fun. Fantasy Football is fun. Sitting on the couch on Sunday and watching football is a nice little escape to wind down from the weekend. So, instead of being upset that your significant other is paying too much attention to the game, why don't you just join them. And if the "things that need to get done" don't get done because of it.....well then you'll BOTH have to pick up the slack later. Isn't that a good thing? Believe me the "if ya can't beat them join them" totally works in this instance. So tonight, sit down and watch Monday Night Football. Watch the Saints enter into the Super Dome for the first time since Katrina, watch Green Day opening for the game, and watch the game itself. {/rant}
• Atlantic City is kinda icky. I mean Vegas can be icky too, but it's more glamorous and fancy and fabulous. A/C is just like fake glam spots stuck in the middle of a rundown dirty city. yuk.
• The Queensryche Concert on the other hand, was cool! It totally filled in the spaces in the Operation Mindcrime storyline. Doctor X talks Mary into killing herself! And Nicky ends up killing himself via overdose at the end of Operation Mindcrime II. (You have no idea what I'm talking about do you?) Oh and Geoff Tate's voice is still dead on! He was hitting every one of those high notes like it aint no thang, and he looked pretty damn good doin it too!
• I heard the absolute worst pickup line this weekend. Although, let me back up and say that it was nice to hear any kind of pickup line while I was walking down the street, cause it means that someone (besides Mike, but he's biased cause he loves me) thinks that I must look good. I was crossing the street in A/C to go to the concert and I heard a guy from a car go....wooo hooo!! And then he screamed out of the car: "Hey Man....My wife thinks your girl is hot!!!" LMAO That's a first. Guy was using his WIFE to hit on me. LOL Too funny.
• Did you go and read the new post on Dad said Mom said on Friday? NO?!?! Go now!
• Oh and last but not least.....STELLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

***Edited to Add: Read my husband's great reveiw of the concert here.

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Friday, September 22, 2006

Good Day, Good Weekend, and Good NIGHT!

First let me stop laughing long enough to tell you ALL to go over to Dad said Mom said to read this weeks post from John and Jen, because it's freakin hysterical. I guarantee you that EVER SINGLE person has had a similar conversation.

So the last two days were so hard. Mike had to leave Allie at daycare upset. Which of course weighs heavy on my heart as well as his, I'm sure. The day before yesterday I called to check on her. They tell me after about 5 minutes she's fine, and the rest of the day goes great. Yesterday, I didn't call. I felt like I was being one of those over protective mothers that calls like every 5 seconds. I've called every day that she's been there. I picture the teachers (who are all very sweet btw, and I'm sure they don't do this) rolling their eyes, like It's Allie's mom AGAIN! So I didn't call. And it was HARD. OMG like all day I was thinking about her. Is she ok? Is she crying? on and on and on. It was like the longest day ever, all I did was look at the clock waiting for it to be 4pm so I can bolt out of the office and go pick her up. It was insane, where did this person come from? You guys don't really know me, but I'm probably the most laid back person on the planet. Ask my husband! I go with the flow, I DON'T freak out and get all uptight! I just don't. But yesterday, I had a one track mind. I got in the car at 4:01 and didn't think of anything except Allie, and was focused on getting their as quickly as I could so that I could scoop her up and give her hugs and kisses!! It was weird.

I finally get there, after stopping for gas (which was like torture!), and she's happy as a lark. On the floor playing with the other kids, not waiting with red eyes for me to get there (which was the scene in my head). I started talking and she heard me, then she saw her teacher and smiled and started waving at her. The teacher was like, Look! your mom is here! Then she looked at me and smiled more and crawled over to me. I picked her up and she was smiling and waving at the teacher.......She really seems to like her. *sigh of relief* I was thrilled!!

This morning Mike dropped her off and NO TEARS! Woooopie!!!!!!!! YAYAYAYAYA!!!

This weekend, Mike and I are going to see Queensryche in Atlantic City. I've known this for a while, and I'm excited. But all of a sudden it dawned on me.

Mike and I are:
Going to Atlantic City
To a club/bar - The House of Blues
To see a concert in a small setting
WithOUT child
and then staying at a hotel!

We're gonna have a BALL!!! We're gonna sleep late! We're gonna.......oh, ummm hi Mom! *smile*
Just go read John and Jen's Post on Dad said Mom said, and you'll get what I mean!

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Thursday, September 21, 2006

11 and a half month update

Well this month was a whirlwind, as you can tell by the fact that this update is 2 weeks late! Gee, where to begin. *takes deep breath*

Food: It is amazing how much Allie has grown in her eating in just the past month. I went from being scared to feed her the littlest chunk of food to feeding her anything and everything that Mike and I eat and more. Whatever you put in front of this kid, she eats. No questions. She eats chili, pizza, pasta, meatballs, lentils, mushrooms, vegetables of all varieties, pancakes, eggs, french toast, crepes, I could go on for ever!!! And she does it happily! And what an appetite on her, my goodness! We haven't started replacing formula with milk yet at the advice of our doctor. Although I think that is going to be yet another piece of advice that I choose to ignore. We are down to 4 bottles a day, and I think as soon as I start milk, I can get rid of at least one more if not two and replace them with a sippy cup of milk. BTW, sippy cup? Totally mastered. As far as the morning and night bottle, I can't imagine ever getting rid of those.....

*sigh* Day Care: We started day care and Allie wasn't that happy with the whole idea. In fact today we are on the second day of Mike having to leave her at day care crying in a row. Thank goodness he's dropping her off and not me, cause I'd probably still be there trying to get her to be happy and therefore making it worse on everyone involved. We've called in the afternoon to see how she was, and they tell us after about 5 minutes she gets over it. So, I guess that's good but it still breaks my heart. You have to see the little pouty face that she makes right before she starts to cry *closes eyes and holds chest* uh, it's the saddest thing you will ever see. *deep breath to hold back tears* Mike does seem to think it's getting better every day, and she does end up being ok later in the day. This week and next week she is going Wed, Thurs, and Fri. Hopefully that gives her a little more time to get used to going and the routine of it all. Keep fingers crossed for me, k? Speaking of day care, we've pretty much been sick since the very first day we stepped foot in the building. Stomach virus, head cold, chest cold, you name it. And when I say WE, I mean ALL OF US including my poor mother. I want to send her there with a mask over her nose and mouth. Poor kid is been on pedia care on and off for like 3 weeks.

Pictures and Books: The month hasn't been full of ALL bad news and sad faces, though. In fact when she gets home from day care she is even happier than ever to see Mike and I. She hugs us and kisses us and makes us walk around the whole house while she points at every picture on the wall so that we can tell her who everyone is. In fact, pictures are pretty much her favorite thing. Pictures and Music. She's gonna be a artsy fartsy girl like her mommy I think. She has a picture album that she has now claimed as her own. She spends hours just thumbing through all the pictures (mostly of herself) and pointing at them and talking to them and saying "Meh!" At LEAST once a day, most of the time more, we have to go through the routine of looking at every single picture displayed in the house. As soon as your done with one frame, she points to the next one. *point* *point* *point* This kid points at everything! And it still boggles my mind where she gets her book fascination from. I've said it before her father and I rarely read, but she literally FORCES us to read to her by going and getting a book and then plopping herself on our laps and pointing at the book and saying "DAT!!" She loves small books with bright pictures with only a couple of words per page. We need to get more, cause if we have to read "Dad Mine" to her one more time, shoot me!!

Dancing: I'm pretty sure Mike and I are going to be paying a pretty penny on dancing lessons in the future. Althea dances her way through life. The phone rings? She dances. The microwave beeps? She dances. Any of her 400 toys makes noise? Dances! I picked her up from day care yesterday and they're like: "Boy! We've never seen a kid love dancing and music as much as her!!" In fact in order to show how happy she is about something, she will dance. Even if there is no music or sound at all. If you give her something that she wants, she'll get a huge smile on her face and dance in appreciation! I'm sure this wont be the last you hear about dancing.

Walking: We're in a gray area here. When do you officially say that a child is walking? Cause she has taken steps, quite a few in fact, in a row with no help. She glides from table to couch to wall to toy with speed and ease. In between each safe point there are a couple of unassisted steps. She'll be truly walking by her birthday without question, if not by the end of the week. Don't worry there will be a video forthcoming!

Ok, I'm off to plan the most boring, err I mean exciting Birthday Party ever. *cringe*

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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Diversity Training

I don't normaly rant about "issues" but this has been looming in my "Drafts" box for a while, and finally wanted to get it out.
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When I was a child I didn't even realize that bigotry and racism existed. My parent's best friends and my godmother were black and I never thought anything of it. I remember the first time I ever heard anyone even mention that race was a reason for discrimination I was completely confused and outraged. One of my parent's friends who happened to be white was dating a black guy. He beat her. In fact, that day, he happened to beat on her up and down the "main drag" of the town that my parents owned their store; in the middle of the day. I remember overhearing the shock and confusion that my mother felt when talking to people about how no one helped her. It was a busy street, it was the middle of the day, and people acted as if they didn't see anything. There was gossip later that she deserved that treatment. She, in essence, asked for it because she made the decision to date a black person. Apparently that's what "they" did.

I knew that wasn't true. My "uncle" (my father's best friend) was the nicest most kind man that I knew. How could people think that? I knew the idea of this was foolish and unintelligent, and I was under 10 years old. I came to realize that, although foolish and unintelligent, many people in this country still use race to discriminate. And I'm not talking about crazy southern men with white hats, I'm talking about people you know, and would never think of. It doesn't have to be blatantly obvious, but it's in there. In there. They heard their father or mother or grandfather say something once, and somewhere in them they are sure that, although not PC to say, some of those stereotypes are true.

And speaking of discriminating based on race, how about gender or sexual preference. Sometimes I truly feel like I'm in the minority on my views of discrimination. People know that it's not PC, but do they really believe it? Still I'm naive to the actual level of racism in this country. I remember reading Jennifer's post @ Mama's Moon about a bigot on a train and couldn't for the life of me even realize why he would be saying a racist remark to her, until she explained it and even then I was baffled. I think where you stand on this issue comes from a combination of your upbringing and your surroundings. Which brings me to Althea.

On July 4th, I went to a town fireworks celebration. Mike and I are fairly new to the town we live in, we have been there one year this month. This was the first time we actually got to meet the people in our town, minus the couple of neighbors we know. As we sat on the man-made beach of the lake in town, I surveyed the area. People seemed nice and friendly, and besides the fact that the fireworks were done by amateurs who drove up to PA and brought back fireworks in their trunk and then set them off way to close to the crowd with NO saftey precautions to speak of, we had fun. When I got home, however, I realized that there was not much diversity in the crowd. This bothered me. I realized that, my friends aren't really that diverse these days either. Not that I planned it that way, just seemed to happen. So if there is no diversity at home, and there is no diversity in her school, how is Althea going to learn that diversity is a good thing?

I remember when my brother first started Kindergarden, he is now 24, so this was about 20 years ago. On the first day of school my mother went to pick him up and asked him how his day was and if he made any friends. He told her that he didn't like "that" boy over there. My mother asked why? My brother's answer was cause he's brown. Well, my mother almost fell over. How was it that a child of HERS could even utter such a thing! Truth was, my "uncle" moved and although we are still close with him, we didn't see him as much as we did when I was younger. My parent's friends weren't as diverse as they once were and to a 4 year old, the kid looked different. *shrug* Of course my mother had a nice talk with him and it ended up fine.

There has been quite a bit of talk recently in the blogosphere (I like to use that word, cause I know it bothers Russ LOL) about public schools and private schools and which is better, and why. But my fear is not necessarily public vs private (can't afford public, plus not sending allie to a catholic school, end of discussion.) but rather the lack of diversity in said school. How you teach your child to embrace differences of all shapes, sizes, and colors even when you live somewhere that's not so colorful. Anyone have anything?

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Monday, September 18, 2006

Maniacal Monday

So, we are getting more teeth. Know how I know that? Cause I was up with an inconsolable child at 2am!! So inconsolable that finally I gave her some tylenol and brought her into bed with us. I NEVER do that, for a couple of reasons. 1) I slept in my parents bed till I was 8, and my little brother came around, and I don't want it to become a habit for Allie to do the same. 2) And mostly cause my husband is such a light sleeper that the sound of Allie rolling over in her OWN CRIB ACROSS THE HALL wakes him up, so you can imagine how much sleep he gets when she's flailing around in our queen size bed with us.......yea, not so much. So basically neither of us slept much last night. *yawn*

I have abolutely no point today so bear with me. Or maybe I have too many points? Whatever, you understand what I mean.

Apparently Dad said Mom said is a big hit, cause the site already gets more daily traffic than this site gets. AND there is only 1 post a week on Fridays, and we are only on week 2! Guess I was right, people like it when couples blog! BTW, if you think that you and your significant other would be perfect for the site, email me at:
maniacaldays [at] optonline [dot] net

My fantasy football team Maniacal Plays, yes I know it's a kickass name, is now 2 and 0.
Meaning I have YET TO LOSE!!
*does the happy dance*
You can add that to my obsession list now.
1. Allie vs Daycare, or basically just Allie in general.
2. My relationship with my husband
3. Family Saftey
3. Check Email
4. Blog related stuff
5. Fantasy Football
not necessarily in that order, depending on the week.....or day.

We are now going on 2 weeks past the 11 month update, and still no post about it. Bad Mommy! I'll make it up for the 1 year celebration of Mike and I being parents. (or Allie's Birthday, whatever)

I NEED to call Picture People and schedule an appointment to get Allie's pictures done. Can I tell you that she has NEVER had professional pictures taken and she's gonna be a year old! Ok, once when we bought her crib we got a free picture and the guy came to the house and took awful pictures of her and I bought them anyway, cause......*shrug* I felt like I had too. Again, BAD MOMMY! So I have to AT LEAST get 1 year old shots taken right? I mean I should be able to swing it once a year, sheesh!

BBMC: Yea, my Black Belt Mama Challenge to get in better shape hasn't been going well AT ALL. In fact it hasn't been going anywhere. I haven't done a thing! And on top of THAT I've been eating like crazy!
List of excuses:
- We have been plagued with sickness the past couple of weeks, and when I'm sick I want to eat comfort food, like pasta and chocolate covered pretzels.
- I threw out my back.
- I'm tired.
- Big Brother ended, and freakin Mike won....which pissed me off cause he's such an asshole, plus that's when I was gonna get on the elipical.
Anyway, I'm going to start over this week. No REALLY I AM!!

Wow, are you guys still reading?

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Friday, September 15, 2006

The post where I sound like Amalah or Dooce....

....at least for the second sentence of this post.

My husband and my first piece about alone time and blogging is up at Dad said Mom said.

Tee hee, that felt cool! Like I'm a real writer or something!! LOL
Anyway, go check it out so you can throw up about how cute we are, even when we're fighting.
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In other news, Allie went to daycare again today. She stayed home sick with Mike yesterday, which means this week she'll be there only one day. Mike dropped her off this time. He said it went ok. Hopefully it gets better. Maybe either next week or the week after I'll have her go three days instead of two. To try and help her get acclimated to the teachers and the schedule over there. I really think that once she gets used to it, she's gonna have a lot of fun.

Also, I haven't done Allie's 11 month update yet and it was over a week ago. BAD MOMMY!! Maybe I'll do it over the weekend, if I'm allowed some alone time to get on the computer!

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Thursday, September 14, 2006

A realization that's looong overdue!

What I did realize is that, when you have a child, people now NEED to ask you every time they see you:

"How's the baby?"

What I didn't realize is that, they don't really want to know:

• "Well, she just started daycare, so she's been sick a lot."
• "She's started daycare and doesn't really love it yet, so we're gonna need time to get used to not being with my mom everyday."
• "She's home sick with my husband, who's working from home today."
• "She's almost walking!"
• "She's tiring me and my husband out!"
• "She's starting to have some stranger issues all of a sudden."
• "She was up twice last night from teething."
• "She's gonna be 1 soon, and we're working on her party. What a pain in the ass!"

What they do want to hear is: "Good!"

So that they can reply: "She's so cute!" and then walk away.

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Birthday Countdown

There are 3 and a half weeks till Althea's first birthday and Mike and I are still not totally sure what we are doing! Can you say SLACKERS?!?!

Actually it doesn't have much to do with us slacking, and everything to do with us just not being able or wanting to make the decision. Mike and I both have big families. Well, actually our parents have big families (4 and 5 siblings each, which in some cases have kids of their own who are married). Being the tight knit Italian family that we are, we are very close to them all. In fact on my side I have aunts and uncles who are only a few years older than me.

Problem: We made the list of aunts, uncles, cousins, friends and immediate family and the list came out to 80 people!!! E.I.G.H.T.Y!!!

Well, that's just too many freakin people for: 1. My house to hold comfortably 2. A one year old birthday party! People have weddings with 80 people, not first birthdays. So what do we do? Have 2 parties, one with his family and one with mine? If we do that, which party do we invite our friends to? Oh yea, we have friends too! Or maybe friends one day and family another? Plus, are we gonna want to DIE after having 2 parties in a row with 30 - 40 people EACH. Oh and do we even have the money to have a party of that magnitude anyway? So we think maybe we rent a VFW hall or something so that we can do it all together and not have to clean our house like 5 times in one weekend. WOW they are expensive, plus I didn't want her party to be that much of a fiasco! I hate when people have "weddings" for their baby's birthday party! Plus we are probably doing a baptism soon too (yes we are), which means another party! So we look over the list, and we mark off the people who probably wont come anyway. Ok, that still leaves almost 70 people, and 12 of them are kids!

We start to think crazy thoughts like: Maybe we could fit 56 people upstairs and 12 kids in the family room. We start looking around, talking about moving furniture, and tenting the deck. Then we have a moment of clarity and think: Are we out of our minds! Just think about 12 kids in the family room ALONE!

So, we have to cut the list. We don't want to, but we don't have much choice. And we have to do it evenly, meaning Mike's side and mine. We can't cut Mike's cousins and not mine, or vice versa. I ask my mom, did you invite your aunts, uncles, and cousins to my birthday parties? She thought about it, and realized she didn't. So it looks like it's going to be friends and immediate family at the house. Which by the way is plenty of people alone! Maybe for the baptism we will have a big party and rent a VFW hall or the firehouse room or something so we can all be together. But for the First Birthday Bash we're gonna keep it low key....or what we Italians think of as low key....ya know under 50 people.

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Monday, September 11, 2006

A Rough Day

It's 9/11 and I should be writing about that. Allie's 11 month update is way overdue and I should be writing about that. But.......this is what needs to get out of me right now.
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Friday night I fell asleep at 8:30pm. I'm not good at emotional, so I just shut down.

When I went to pick up Allie from her second day of day care she was sitting in a highchair, with all the other kids, and a teacher was standing next to her consoling her for some reason. She wasn't crying or anything. When I walked in she smiled at me. It looked like a "OMG Thank GOD your here to save me." type of smile. I waved and smiled and said hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii and then went to go and get her bottles out of the fridge before picking her up. She started crying immediately. I walked over and said, I'm sorry baby! and picked her up. She hugged me. She sounded hoarse. The teacher came over and said "She had a rough day today". Her words hit my gut like a knife.

She told me she cried a lot today. She was very clingy and wanted to be held all day. She smiled and looked around the room, we don't really have time to hold her all day. Just then I felt the other teachers looking at me. I thought to myself, they think it's my fault don't they? Allie cried a little and I ran over and picked her up. I bet they think I spoil her. The teacher was very nice. She said that there were a couple of part time girls there that day and Allie didn't want them to hold her or change her diaper or anything cause she didn't know them. I must have looked like she just killed my dog, cause she smiled and said, It's ok it'll get easier. She didn't cry all day or anything. I couldn't say anything...my mouth was dry. Finally I got out something about if she played well with the kids on the floor. The teacher said yea. She said the second day is always harder because they realize that your actually really gonna leave them there. I thought, was that supposed to make me feel better?

So what she's telling me is that my daughter cried all day, ok ALMOST all day, because she finally realized that I, her mother who she trusts, actually decided to leave her with a bunch of strangers all day. Great! I feel SOOOO much better now THANKS! Just then another mother walks in to pick up her son. She asks, how was he today? Two teachers say, oh he was sooo good, he's such a good boy. The mother replied, I heard you guys had a bad day? My husband said all the girls were crying all day for you. (I have no idea who her husband is) The room went silent cause they knew I was standing there. I didn't even have the nerve to turn around and look at her. I continued talking to the teacher. She was saying how it will get better she promises, but that it might take a little while since she's only coming for 2 days a week. I thanked her and left.

On the way back I stopped at my mothers. As soon as Allie saw her she pointed at her and wanted to go to her. I swear if she could talk she would have said, Grandma!! You have no idea what happened!! Mommy made me go to this horrible place with all these strangers for TWO WHOLE DAYS!!!

*sigh*

Friday night I went to bed at 8:30pm. At 12:30am I woke up. I coughed, and Allie woke up. Or she was already awake, I'm not sure. I looked at the monitor and she stood right up in the crib and started crying at the door. I normally give her a couple of minutes before I go in, cause most of the time she falls back to sleep. The whole day care thing was replaying over and over in my head. I got up and picked her up. She gave me a huge hug. I walked over and sat on the chair. She got comfortable on me and slowly fell back to sleep.

Thought were streaming through my head. Am I spoiling her? Why does she want to be held? Is this normal? When I went to school I just left my mom with no troubles. Just then she started to cough a bit. Maybe she's sick? That would make sense, right? But wait, sick AGAIN! Didn't we just get over being sick? *sigh* I know people always say that when you go to daycare you get everything the first couple of months, but jeez.

Allie had a rough day....mommy is gonna have a rough month or more.

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Friday, September 08, 2006

Dad said, Mom said!

Doncha think that sometimes all this mommy blogger stuff is a bit, I don't know, one sided? We always get to hear the mommy side, and never the daddy side! Of course as a woman I have to admit that MOST of the time the women are right, so it's not a big deal.

*kidding* *ok, not really*

But I think that the guys deserve a chance to at least be heard, don't you? The chance to counter their lovely wives opinions in a friendly open forum type atmosphere. I mean that's only fair. Plus it makes for good reading to hear OTHER couples points of view and realize that you and your significant other aren't the only ones that don't always see eye to eye on everything. (HA! Like a couple even EXISTS that sees eye to eye on everything!)

Really, people love tuning in on stuff like that. Isn't that what Prime Time TV is all about! The more family drama the better! Anyway, Mike and I and some other couples that I know from the blogosphere decided to come together and create a forum that does just that. It allows both sides to speak up on whatever they want! It may be something that's just annoying, or something REAL important! They may agree, or they may not. But you'll get to read both sides. The site is called Dad said Mom said! It's like a He said She said....only MUCH cooler!

I think you'll enjoy it. We'll have a post every week, on Friday, from one of the couples. And today, *dramatic DUN DUN DAAAAA* is our first post! *applause!* Issa and Mr. Issa (or Nick, whatever works for you) started us off with The Question... Go read!!! It's funny.....Nick totally throws Mike and I under the bus! Thanks Nick!

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Where "hard" is the understatement of the century

I was gonna write this whole big cute post in the third person about how we went to our friend's house in PA, and instead of going to the Garlic Festival, cause of all the rain, we stayed in and ate and drank and giggled like we were in gradeschool. But.....that seems so far away now. And the weekend got much harder after that.

Althea starts daycare tomorrow....and what a week we've had! sheesh. Well first, Friday the school let us go for a little visit to the school for an hour. That way I could see how Allie was gonna do, and Allie could meet all the kids in her class. It went great. After sitting there for a second taking it all in (I'm not sure if she's ever seen that many kids at the same time before) she crawled right in there and started playing and putting toys in her mouth. I even left the room for a bit to talk to my friend's mom who works there, and she didn't even flinch. It totally eased my mind that she's gonna be ok.

We get to my friend's house and pretty much the FIRST thing I do is throw my back out. BAD! It's hard to walk, sit, stand, anything! Welcome to your weekend!

Fast forward to Sunday afternoon and it looks like one of those toys that Althea put in her mouth at daycare had a nasty stomach virus on it. Cause after being all happy that everyone in the house was paying attention to her, she decided the puke up her entire breakfast onto my friend's rug. *sigh* I don't mean spit up mind you......I mean real throwing up. She then continues that for a couple of HOURS! It was so hard to watch her go through that. Dry heaves and all. She looked so sad and confused, and there was nothing we could do for her. Finally she seemed to calm down and I took her in for a nap. (we both took one) After her nap she hit the ground crawling! All happy and totally fine. Which of course lifted the somber mood in the house. She felt better, we all felt better. However, the feeling of "holy shit, are we all gonna start puking?" was looming in the air. No one had to say it....but we all thought it.

After we got her to keep down some pedialite we decided to go home. All was fine. Next day comes, and now she's got diarrhea. Great! And because she's only 100% Italian in her blood and not her skin, her light sensitive skin gets a horrific rash immediately following. All the cream I could possibly put on there does NOTHING because I have to change her diaper every 15 minutes. And at every diaper change she's screaming bloody murder! It was so hard, Mike and I had to tag team her while she screamed in pain MAaaaMAaaaa!!! and hugged me. *sigh*

Tuesday I stay home from work. I'm starting to feel queasy, plus we didn't sleep AT ALL. I brought her to the doctor. Waste of time as always, but I do it anyway. She's getting better throughout the day. Mike calls me from work. He doesn't feel well, he's coming home. He spends the rest of the day either in bed or throwing up. I try and keep Allie occupied, which is hard, cause all she wants is me to hold her (my back is out) or to go find and play with her daddy, who is currently puking in the bathroom. I feel horrible, too. I'm fighting it every step of the way. I'm not a good puker. Not like anyone is, but really! I almost always end up sleeping on the bathroom floor....it's that bad. I hold it off till Wednesday morning at like 2am. the rest of the morning was a blur. Wednesday we all stay home from work. I'm in bed all day. Mike's attempting to keep Allie's squeals to a minimum. It's hard to take care of a (almost) 1 year old, while feeling like your head is caught between a vice grip, your stomach is doing flips, and your back is on FIRE! Plus she's still a little sick, so she's clingy to boot. I didn't eat all day. I was petrified to even sip water. Finally I have broth with a couple spaghetti broken into it, which makes me feel better.

Mike had a concert to go to tonight, Rodger Waters. I can't go, but I tell him a million times that I'll be fine and to go anyway. Reluctantly (or as reluctantly as you can be to go see RODGER WATERS!!!) he goes. I'm laying on the couch. Allie is all over the place. She keeps wanting to jump on me. It's hard, but I try to play with her and let her sit on my lap while on the couch. Finally she sees the cat. She goes to crawl over by him. I think to myself, finally a little break for a second. All of a sudden I hear the cat hiss and swat at her. Then I hear her scream! I jump up and run over, and that stupid good for nothing cat put a huge Freddy Kruger like scratch right across her face. Two spots with blood even! I try and stay calm. I don't yell at the cat, cause I'm trying to keep her calm. He's lucky he's old and gonna die soon, or I'd be finding him a home right about now. I go and wash it off and put neosporin on it. Finally I put her to bed.

The house is quiet and I FINALLY get to blog. Which obviously has been HARD!!!

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