Ok, Austina tagged me and since we are still feeling below par, this is what you get:

Four Jobs I Have Had:
Kyle Schmidt?s Friday Babysitter
Papergirl in the 9th & 10th grade
Switchboard Operator at Covenant College
Co- Youth Directory at Chattanooga Valley Presbyterian

Four Movies I Could Watch Over and Over Again:
Almost Famous
Big Fish
Ocean?s Eleven
About a Boy

Four Books I Could Read Over and Over:
The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy
Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maude Montgomery
The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin
Traveling Mercies by Anne Lamott

Four Places I Have Lived:
Lexington, VA
Plattsburgh, NY
Safflen, Germany
Lookout Mountain, GA

Four TV Shows I Watch:
Grey?s Anatomy
Lost
The Office
Between the Lions

Four Places I Have Been On Vacation:
The Grand Canyon
Gaeta, Italy
Lake Martin, Alabama
Nashville, TN

Four Websites I visit Daily:
My Yahoo!
dooce.com
The Redhaired Girl
Miss Zoot

Four Favorite Foods:
F11 from Sawasadee
Pizza
Chicken Tacos (w/ sour cream)
Baja Chalupas

Four Places I’d Like To Be Now:
bed
McKay’s Bookstore
my parents? house
England

Four Bloggers I’m Tagging:
Tiffany
Damon
Dave
Michelle

Because I am going to whine!

Well, I am still ill. I am a bit better than yesterday, but I decided that today is an off day (no work) because I need to just get over this yuckiness. I really should have taken off yesterday but I got involved with this thing at work that took a long time and I wasn’t going to forfeit all those hours for an afternoon off.

Yesterday I was sick, sore throat, stuffy nose, stuffy head, achy all over.
Damon was stuffy, achy, and self-diagnosed with a chest cold.
Fuller was stuffy yet all that snot was dripping down his face. He started coughing and all teething issues were out the window- he definitely has a cold.

While I am sad that we were all sick yesterday, I am glad that Damon stayed home because since I was involved with work (should have taken a day off!), he took over keeping Fuller happy and it made for a more balanced household.

We are all still icky, but Damon had to go in to accomplish some things. I called in and plan on napping when Fuller naps so I can get some of my strength back.

Tomorrow is Fuller’s 15-month checkup so the doctor can tell us if we are doing anything wrong. I doubt it, cause we are the bestest parents in the world.

Time to go curl up on the couch with Fuller. I think there is a book to be read. And all the laundry in the house will magically fold itself. Yup. I think I have a touch of the delirious.

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Originally uploaded by coolauntstina.

Austina, aka cool aunt stina, has been given the opportunity to start digitizing my parents’ many, many, many, many pictures. As curator of this project, she thought it would be ok to post several pictures of the three of us in various sister poses through the years. Since S-G and I are five years apart, I am never any younger than five in any of the pics. But I am always the cutest!
(click on the picture to check out my days as a Georgia fan!)

You know that commercial where the little girl is in bed thinking, ?It?ll hurt if I swallow. It?ll hurt if I swallow. It?ll hurt if I swallow.? And then she swallows and it hurts? Well, I?m the little girl.

No, I don?t mean I was the actress (but how cool would that be?). I mean that right now, I keep thinking it?ll hurt if I swallow. I probably should go to bed, but I?m not that tired, just a yucky sore throat.

Sore throat aside, it hasn?t been an awful Monday. Fuller was the best he has been since last Thursday, almost like he hasn?t been dealing with the irritating issues that teething hath rought. Saturday he didn?t nap well, being at the height of fussiness. On Sunday he cried for almost thirty minutes straight.

I know that every parent is familiar with the down and up of the teething rollercoaster of pain, and that if I just complain it will be only one small voice among the many yelling, ?Bring me the teething tablets! Dowse on the orajel! Swallow this Tylenol! Why me?!?!?!?!? So, I?m not going to say much about it except to say that this weekend we were consumed with trying to make Fuller comfortable.

Except the three hours we were trying to make Fuller comfortable and caring for another young man- little Luke. Man, what a cutie. He is so strong and so little. We got a teeny, tiny inkling of what it would be like to have two little ones demanding our attention. And then Esther & Greg took Luke home and we said, ?Whew!? And then Fuller cried and whined and we cuddled and hugged him so he knew he was loved.

Cause that is what our lives are about right now, loving Fuller.

Which is my segue into another topic, the one that has been consuming me for the past few days. Topics that are not discussed on the internet occurred and the result is that I must return to work at my office, fulltime on March 1st.

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It’s teething time again!
It’s teething time again!
Let’s sing a song about teething time again!
Make up your own tune,
but just so you know!
we are singing a song about how it is
TEETHING!
TIME!
AHHHH-GIN!

I guess you could say (I have stopped singing now) that I have been hyper-sensitive to the fact that this day could pop up soon ever since I mentioned the witching hour and Bobw suggested molars as the culprit. Wednesday night Fuller woke up at 3:30 in the morning crying. Now, I am not sure if teething was really to blame for that slumber interruption because when I went into his room, he was sitting up in his crib, wrestling with the blanket that he had wrapped around his head. I took it off, gave him his paci and he was right back to sleep.

And then Thursday night Damon woke me up at 12:30 to ask where a night light was because Fuller was crying and Damon thought Fuller was afraid of the dark. Highly plausible becase his room is darker than Grant’s tomb and I was afraid of the dark when I was little. I couldn’t quite remember if we even had a spare night light around so I told Damon to turn on the light in Fuller’s bathroom and crack the pocket door.

Yesterday Fuller woke up and was not his usual chipper, happy self. His upper lip was crusted with taletell signs of snot and nothing really made him happy. So, he popped some teething tablets (which I finally found at Wal-Mart. Why didn’t I ever think to look in the pharmacy section? Next to the vitamins? duh.) and within half an hour he was ready to sleep.

Two hours later, he wanted lunch, but not before he expressed his discomfort by crying and being rather unconsolable. Plus, the runny nose had begun in earnst. A few pill pops later and he was fine for two and half hours. Then at 1:30 it was obvious a new nap was necessary so he greatfully accepted my offer of an afternoon nap.

I didn’t hear another peep from him until 4:30. When I went to get him from his room, he was a mess of baby boy and snot. I cleaned him up, held and rocked him, and that right there told me he wasn’t feeling very well. Fuller never likes to be rocked any more (my baby is growing up! Sob!).

We made it through the evening and he was in bed by 7:30 (with a few more teething tablets for good measure). And then, he greeted the day at 6:30 this morning, which means I greeted the day at 6:30.

So, when you think of us today, just sign a little song and remember to say a little prayer:

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If you are familiar with Batman Begins, you know the answer to that question is ?So we can learn to pick ourselves up.? Well, when it comes to my house, I think it has something to do with picking up the clothes, the toys, the paper, the shoes, and whatever else it is that I am tripping over to walk from my bedroom to the kitchen for a simple cup of coffee. When I fall over something, I should pick it up!

But, the question also refers to why there have been no FlyLady posts in nine days. I have fallen behind!

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