Hide your dumplin's, your cobbler, and your cotton

Hamp's little toofy's (that's what we call them around here) have managed to just barely break through.  Or at least one of them have!


BUT, that's not what was causing his pain, or not all of it at least.  After a trip to the doctor on Saturday morning, we found out that he had double ear infections.  Ouch!

After two days of meds and some super awesome numbing ear drops (which means he's sportin' some cotton balls in his ears), he's improved tremendously.  We are so very thankful for that!

Cutest beginnings of a tooth ever?  Very likely.

To celebrate his new tooth, Hamp enjoyed some chicken and dumplings, peas, and peach cobbler last night for dinner!  Needless to say, his appetite is strong as ever.


We took Kate to the doctor yesterday because she quickly developed a nasty cough that just wouldn't quit.  She turned the waiting room into her little playground and guarded the water dispenser with her life.  If we wanted water, we had to go through her.  She was the water monitor, if you will.  Because this is an excellent idea, for your sick child to put her hands all over your cup before placing it to your mouth. 

Here she is taking a sip of her water, but being very careful to keep her eyes on the others in the room.

After getting some meds for my sweet girl, we headed home - but not before a quick swing by Target.  Thank you Target, for filling prescriptions in your wonderland-of-things-I-want-but-do-not-need.  Actually, I only bought a couple things for Hamp, because the poor boy has been wearing cut-offs, as in cut-off pj's.  We've been cutting the feet out of his pajamas because he's gotten too long for them.  I would like to say that this is something new we had to resort to, but unfortunately we did the same thing when Kate was a baby. 



Before we knew a cough was setting in, Kate spent the night with her cousin, JP (my sister Big Al's son) on Friday night. 

The best way to describe Kate and JP's relationship is this:  They are each other's biggest fans.

 


While she was there, my sister sent me this picture through text:

Miss Incredible

Earlier on Friday we had a playdate with Lydia and Sara Gale....


The girls thought they were big time, playing with the older kids' PSP's (or whatever they are called, I cannot keep up with all the letter combinations lately!) while they were away at school.  PS3, PSP, ABC??  Who knows what they were really playing with?  Anyway, I've found that if you say any combination of three letters real fast under your breath, everyone assumes you know what you're talking about.

Then it was time for dress-up and chocolate... (pretty good combo, if I do say so myself!)

Aunt 'Rella made Hamp feel better and gave him lots of cuddles.

The good news is that both kiddos seem to be on the upward slope towards being well again. 


A few random thoughts before I go:

--Last night M to the Izz-A was out on-call, so I watched the Bachelor for the first time in years.  I used to watch it all the time, prior to motherhood.  And even though I had no idea who was who, I sat right there and watched it from beginning to end and enjoyed every dang minute of it.  Even though B-Rad gives me the creeps. Big time.  And if you can creep me out after just one episode, you are cuh-to-the-reep-y.  That does not mean, however, that I will not try my hardest to watch you next week.

--If my phone auto-corrects (incorrectly) what I'm texting ONE MORE TIME, I'm gonna throw it.  Hard.

--I've found that walking backwards helps your joints to pop and crack less.  Explanation:  After putting Hamp in his crib asleep, if one of my joints just so happens to make the smallest sound when walking out, he will more likely than not, wake up with a quickness.  So in an effort to curb that, I have started walking out of his room completely backwards, all the way from his crib to the door.  (Are you picturing this in your head?  Please don't.)  Discovered all this by chance, my friends.  I know, I know, forget Brad, now I'm creeping YOU out.

--I've decided I want to sing Katy Perry's "Firework" to karaoke.  Somewhere.  Someday.  I'm a big fan of the pretty-screaming type singing.  But in the meantime, that microphone that Kate got for Christmas is lookin' like it'll do the job.